Forget Your Morals (The Carlson Brothers, #2)

by Sarah Blue

To the amount of glory hole research done for this book. You’re welcome.

Lincoln left at some point in the morning. He didn’t say goodbye or anything else. I’m glad he didn’t make it awkward, yet I touch the cold spot in the bed, wishing it was warm. What the actual fuck?

It’s easier to put on a face of happiness than to have someone ask what’s wrong with you. So that’s what I do—what I do best. I dissociate.

Same.

He’s wrong. No one really wants to deal with my bullshit. People like me because I’m happy. I can take a joke, and I always want to please everyone. If my smile falls, so does everything around me.

“Are you going to let me come inside of you?” I pant out and she nods her head. “Such a nasty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Now go to my bedroom, undress, and wait for me to come in there and eat you out.”

“Baby, you’re so pretty it fucking hurts.” I slide my tongue down to her pussy, tasting a mix of her and the remnants of me coming inside of her. She tastes like the best worst idea I’ve ever had.

put on the show where people fall in love with a wall between them, and he laughs. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” “You said to put anything on.” “You’re right, I did.” Three episodes later, he’s fully invested.

I always thought the phrase when you know, you know, was bullshit. Especially since Penny has been in my face this whole time. But after everything we shared, I know she’s my person. She’s the one I’m supposed to be with.

“I want you in my bed. I want to finish that stupid fucking show with you and feed you breakfast and fuck you into my mattress,” he says.

“You’re Penelope Abigail Myers, the most gorgeous, selfless, funniest woman I know. You hate mornings, love pets and babies, watch shitty tv shows, and you can’t sing for shit.” My mouth gapes open and he smiles. “You love the sun and it loves you back. You hate overly loud noises and rude people.” He pushes my hair behind my ear. “You’re strong, stronger than anyone gives you credit for, and you’re the best fuck of my life.”

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, though most other people wouldn’t know it. You’d give the shirt off your back to anyone who needed it. I’ve never laughed or smiled more around anyone else in my life. You’re too hard on yourself, but it’s what made you so successful. And… you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life,”

“Then forget your morals. Go get the guy you want,” she says. Lincoln squeezes my thigh again, and I smile at my aunt Maggie softly. The woman has no idea that she just inadvertently gave me the green light to fall for her son.

“Oh no, did my wife just so happen to get stuck in the dryer with her bottom half completely exposed?” “I’m really not sure how this happened. Do you think you can help a girl out?” I say, trying to stop myself from laughing. His hand cups my ass cheek and he squeezes. No doubt his fingers leaving an imprint in their wake. “Seems like a wasted opportunity.” “Help me out, I’m stuck.”

“I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with you, because you’ve always owned a piece of my heart. But I can tell you the exact moment I knew I wanted to be your wife one day. It was here on vacation, when we were dancing at that dive bar while it poured rain. I knew then that I could spend the rest of my life searching and I’d never find a fraction of what we have.”