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.

My eyes locked onto a man, and the world seemed to freeze in place. His presence was a force of nature, all-consuming masculinity that demanded attention.

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.”

“Fuck it,” he swore roughly, and his lips crashed against my mouth. His tongue licked into me, sliding against mine, changing my fucking life. I’d never been kissed like this. Like someone would die without the taste of me.

“We’ll fix all those problems together. I promise. But for right now, you’re going to let me feed you the rest of this scrumptious cupcake, and you’re going to believe me when I tell you that your body literally makes me feel like I’ll die because you won’t let me touch it. And then we’ll watch whatever terrible rom com you just picked, even though Harry Potter would obviously be the superior choice. And I’ll feed you tacos…or whatever else you want. And you're going to forget all about everything else for the rest of the day.”

“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.

“Ari. I want you to fuck me,” I said slowly. He grinned at me, and it was like the sun peeking out from a cloud after a storm. “I thought you’d never ask.”

"Kiss me," he murmured, his intensity sharpening as we stared at each other. "Taste what a good girl you are."

pierced from root to tip. A Jacob's ladder

“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.”

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.

I looked over the menu, ready for a caffeine fix. Oh good, they had pumpkin cream chai tea lattes. My favorite. I was a basic bitch when it came to my fall drinks.

Oh Ari, a man after my own heart!

"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."

Little Ari talking to little Layla (Blake)

“I’ve been so lonely without you,” I finally admitted. He brushed a soft kiss across my hair. “Lonely doesn’t exist for us anymore, baby,” he soothed. And as he made love to me under the sunrise, whispering his devotion over and over… I believed him.

“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.”