The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

“Walker Davis,”

We’d be a dream team if you put him on the ice with me and Lincoln.Something to think about for later…

I’d always had a thing for guys with dark hair and green eyes. I blamed it on the crush I had as a child in the group home.

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.

That had the boy in me recognizing I’d found magic…even back then.

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

I wanted that feeling. To know that your soul was safe in someone else’s hands.

And then Walker decided to sidle up next to us. “Hey guys,” he said, his voice adorably nervous.

Omg I love him 🥹 he just wants to be friends with them so bad!!

Like I was his good thing in life.

But if I’m being honest, I haven’t said anything because I’m afraid she forgot me. That the eight months in the group home together has disappeared from her mind. When it’s stuck in mine forever.

‘What if I told you, you were always supposed to be with me? What if I told you that we were always meant to be together? What if I told you he was in the wrong for taking you from me!”

Patience was becoming an unbearable burden, each moment without her a slow descent into madness. The ache in my chest felt like it might actually be the death of me.

We were two souls inexplicably drawn together, like magnets pulled by a force greater than ourselves.

I was suddenly overcome with gratitude. It was enough to make me fall forward and just lay my head on her stomach. I’d actually found her. All those years of feeling lonely, like I’d lost the one person meant for me. And I’d found her.

"I'll make you happy," he finally said, his voice tender and resolute. "It might take a while, but someday I'll make you happy for the rest of your life."

He was my constant, my protector, the one who had always been there to wipe away my tears and chase away the nightmares.

So when you tell me you hate this perfect fucking body that I worship with every part of my fucking soul…well, we can’t have that, sunshine.”

Watch what you do to me…how you own me,”

“You. Are. Mine,” he growled. “Now say it.”

“I’m yours,” I panted in a choked voice.

“My fucking perfect good girl,” he mu...

"Blake," he whispered, "you're the love of my fucking life."

My body is your temple, sunshine. I promise to stab anyone that touches what’s yours.

“Don’t yell at Maximus 5000! He doesn’t like to be pressured,” Ari hissed back.

Lincoln was intense. Like scary sexy intense. And he and Monroe together…I felt pregnant just watching them.

Ari Lancaster was a light that shined so bright, you couldn’t help but want him.

“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.”

You aren’t some girl. And I’m not some boy. We’re soulmates, twin halves of the…Same. Fucking. Soul.”

“It was always going to be us."

He was it for me. Maybe he could be a hero and a villain at the same time, just like I could be.

“Twelve years old and I was done. Finished. I’d found what I wanted forever. It would seem silly if someone else told me that. But it happened to me.”

I saw you at twelve years old, Blake, and my soul recognized you. Realized you belonged to me. In every circumstance, in every life…I would have found you. I know that, with every fiber in my being.”