The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

When I finally reached out and grabbed it, my fate was sealed. I just didn’t know it yet.

She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty. She had me and every other guy—and girl—in the room doing double takes. I immediately wanted to gouge out all their eyes with the fork on the table in front of me. Mine, my insides–and my dick–were screaming.

Because now that I’d found her…Now that I could breathe…You could fucking bet I would never let her go again.

I couldn’t wait to not be a stranger to her anymore. I wanted to be her best friend, her everything. It was the only ending I could accept.

“If you were my girl, there wouldn’t be anything that would keep me away.”

“You should probably put him on notice then, sunshine,” he murmured with a slightly crazed grin. “Of what?” I whispered. “Of the fact he’s about to lose his girl.”

I’d never been kissed like this. Like someone would die without the taste of me.

“It’s just me and you now, sunshine. And this thing between us is so big, there’s never going to be room for anyone else.”

It felt like maybe I could give him my sadness someday. And he wouldn’t want to run away. He would just understand.

“You haven’t been listening very good, sunshine. My soul’s been whispering it to you every day.”

“When are you going to be tired of all the baggage I carry around, and want to leave because I’m the burden you never signed up for, Ari Lancaster?” His fingers caught my jaw in his strong grip. “Never. The answer is never. Your pain is not a baggage to endure, baby. It’s an honor for me to help you shoulder it. Give it to me. Tell me where it hurts. Let me take it away.”

I was all in. He could stalk me whenever. Just as long as I got him.