The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

"Deep breath, angel, and then exhale slowly. You're doing great."

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.

“Normally, that would be the case. But with a face like yours, sunshine…I have no doubt you’ll be one of those supermodels soon enough.”

“Well, no,” I stuttered. “I actually only have one BFF right now. But he assures me I’m the best. But I really think I’m up for the task is what I’m saying.”

Lincoln: I'm afraid to ask this question, but exactly what impulses were you controlling? Me: Absconding her to a deserted island, of course. Lincoln: This is how I know you're not as smart as you think you are, bud. Me: Scoff. What?!!!! Lincoln: If given the chance to "abscond" the girl...the answer is always yes. Me: ... Lincoln: ... Me: I will keep that in mind.

I love our possessive

Charlotte was dancing to T Swift’s “Karma”,

AS SHE SHOULD BE

Me: Ok, well I don't know if everyone thinks so. Let's crowdsource this. Lincoln: ? I added Monroe to the chat and sent a selfie… Me: Monroe, what do you think of me in purple and gold? Lincoln: Monroe? Don't talk to him. Don't answer that question. Monroe: I really like purple and gold. Lincoln: But not more than me in blue and white...right? Right?

"Um, well," he began, fumbling for words. "I know you must be feeling weird, so…is there anything that you and Lincoln used to do before the game that you'd want me to do?"

AWWWWWWWWWWE

“Oh,” Walker said glumly, his features falling like I’d spit in his ice cream.

LEAVE MY POOR BABY ALONE

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

"Someone would be a fool not to wait for you, sunshine."

“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.”

“Fuck it,” he swore roughly, and his lips crashed against my mouth.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“You like me making a fool in front of you, sunshine? That make you feel better? Because I’ll do it all day if it’ll make you smile.”

A MAN

I turned on some Tay-Tay to try to get her talking, and sure enough, after “High Infidelity” started playing—a banger of a track, by the way—she turned her head back toward me.

Lincoln: Let me know if you need any cuffs. What did that have to do with anything? Me: Cuffs? Why would I need—wait. You’re not talking about some kinky sex thing, are you? Lincoln: … Me: … I glanced at Blake again. Me: I could probably use them.

“You know who I fucking am. And don’t you fucking say his name again, or I’m going to choke you with my mother fucking cock,” Ari Lancaster growled.

“Yes, that’s it. Look at you, coming on my big cock. What a fucking good girl.” My insides clenched, another tiny orgasm fluttering through me at his words. He grinned wickedly. “Looks like someone likes to be praised. Which is my lucky day. Because I’m going to spend every day in this sweet pussy, telling you how perfect you are.”

“I want to suck on you, Ari. Take that big cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Yes, fuck. You’re such a good girl. Take more.” I thrust in deeper, in and out, until I got the rhythm I wanted.

"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."

"You’re so fucking beautiful…and all mine,"

“I’m hard for you every fucking second of every fucking day. I’m obsessed with you, crazy over you in fact. I can’t stand to be apart from you for any length of time. 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.”

“My fucking perfect good girl,” he murmured thickly as he started fucking me, harder…rougher. “Say it. Say you’re a good girl.” “I’m a good girl,” I immediately gasped as another orgasm hit me. I was gushing, drenching his cock.

“That’s my good…fucking…girl,” he breathed as he hammered into me. “Now reach down and touch that wetness. I want to taste it. It’s my favorite thing.”

"So you’ve come to the master, young grasshopper," Lincoln mused.

“Ari!” Lincoln hissed. “For the billionth time. Get your fucking hands off her!” “I’m just showing my appreciation for my BFF,” Ari said innocently. “SHE IS NOT YOUR BFF! SHE IS MINE!”

What was that saying, all’s well that ends well to end up with you.

MOTHER

And as the great Taylor Swift said, all’s well that ends well to end up with…