Pucking Wild (Jacksonville Rays, #2)

by Emily Rath

RYAN: Virgo (earth): methodical, committed, kind

YESSSSSSSSSS FINALLY

booty crack.

Always so awkward for me 😭

“Whoa, Tess, you look dynamite.

These old ass saying have me cackling

“You gonna make me stand here holding the smoking gun? Come on, Thelma, this was your idea.”

AFUCKINGDORABLE

“It sounds to me like you need to answer the phone for yourself.”

Ummmm… exactly

With a shriek, I fling the buzzing phone out the open window, watching it sail over the guardrail and out of sight.

This was a bit excessive, dramatic, and also isn’t ilmari and Tess supposed to be environmentally conscious??

Reaching across the center console, Ilmari pats my arm. “Good girl.”

This friendship is getting just a T. A. D. bit out of hand imo…

I place my hand over Ilmari’s on my arm.

Too much touchy

So, Cassie leans on me. And damn it, but I let her.

You spelled parasite wrong 😂

“God, you know I hate having to lean on you like this all the time.

This is exactly what a parasite says…

Out of the Net.”

THIS IS SO PERFECT

I’ve never really explored the darker side of my interests in the bedroom.

Every man doesn’t have to be a dom 😒

“If I had to guess, I’d say this is a modern art installation titled ‘Dreams Unchased,’” Caleb replies, taking a sip of his coffee.

This is actually clutch 😂😂

Whether he wants more than sex is unclear.

Ummm he literally made it clear at the wedding

I bet he has exactly two things in his pocket: his car keys and a condom.

A LINE

my girl

The tingle I just got

Something gives me the feeling that Ryan thrives on control.

He’s. A. Virgo!

“I’m a planner,” I blurt, diving headfirst into my reply. “I don’t know, I’ve always been that guy that wants a plan. I like organization, and I like things being in their proper place.”

Me too!

“Well, that makes sense, seeing as you’re a Virgo,”

What should have been a blissful moment of connection was ruined. We argued. I stormed off. It was only after I cooled down that I peeked in his room to see him on his back in his clunky knee brace playing Mario Kart. Glancing over at me with a frown, he flipped the covers back on the open side of the bed. I tiptoed in, slipped under the covers, and fell asleep next to him. We didn’t touch or speak.

This is love

She huffs a laugh, bending forward with her hands on the bench. “Honey, I don’t need a safe word for a little butt plug action. This is a bored Saturday night for me.”

No. Absolutely not. Absolutely unsafe.

“Falling for a guy and falling to your death are not the same things,”

“That the sensations are similar for you is what we called trauma, Tess.

FACTTTTTS

“Do it,” I beg, rocking my hips against him. I drop a hand down to my clit, working the sensitive bud as his fingers tighten at my throat. “Do it,” I say again. “Ryan, squeeze. Choke me, baby. I want you to—” “Oh, fuck,” he groans behind me, both hands going to my neck as he gently squeezes. Our hips slam together, and I work my clit, centering all my feeling on his hands at my throat, restricting my air supply. “More,” I rasp. “Please—God—” His hands tighten as he cries out in agony and ecstasy, trying to hold back his orgasm.

Absolutely dangerous.

Live it on purpose.”

Life is beautiful. Life is short. Live it on purpose.

She gasps, her cheeks clenching at my absence. I’m gentle as I pull the dildo free, tossing it down on the bed, glistening with her release. Her shaking intensifies and then I hear the soft sob. I crawl over her leg and drop down to the bed at her side, stretching myself out. “Hey, hey…are you crying? Baby, come here.” Heart in my throat, I turn her face to look at me. “I’m okay,” she whimpers. “Really, it’s okay. I’m fine.” “You’re shivering.” I work quick, clicking the release on the handcuffs, freeing her hands. She immediately drops them down, crying as she wraps herself up in me. Our arms and legs tangle until we’re pressed together from shoulder to toes. “Talk to me,” I say, one hand brushing the curls back from her face. “Are you okay? Was that too much?” She shakes her head, nuzzling her face against my chest. “I’m fine,” she says again. “That was just really intense.” “It was too much,” I say, frustration at myself building.

A sub drop? THIS IS TRASH THE DYNAMICS ARE SO CONFUSING AND UNNECESSARY AS IF EMILY RATH IS TRYING TO INCLUDE EVERYTHING IN ONE BOOK AND IT JUST MAKES IT MESSY AND CRINGE WORTHY