Too Safe (Boys of Lake Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

“Don’t let the fear you carry become so heavy you don’t live.”

“You said you weren’t sure where things stand between us, so now I’ll make it abundantly clear as often as possible.” He holds my gaze for several seconds,

“If something concerns one of us,” he juts his chin toward Decker and Kendrick, “it most certainly concerns all of us.”

My body reacts to him with total disregard for anything my brain has to say on the matter. What’s even worse? My cheeks are flaming, and the glint in Locke’s smile tells me the reaction is outwardly noticeable, too.

“Nicky follows a strict diet during football season,” Kylian cuts in before Locke can even open his mouth to answer me. Nicky. I seriously love that.

She’s not a threat. She hasn’t been planted here to hurt me. Even if she has turned my world upside down.

Is there room for Josephine among us? Is it worth the risk? And if so, where does she fit in? I should let her go. Should. Would, even, if I could. Except tonight complicates things. By helping me, she earned my trust. But by helping me, she also burrowed herself deeper into the shitstorm that is my not-so-private life. Now that she knows about the concussion, the fate of my career and reputation are in her hands. I’ll admit I was wrong: Josephine Meyer wasn’t a threat. But given what she experienced tonight and the way she’s affected me and each of my brothers over the last few weeks, she’s undoubtedly become one. There’s no way I can let her go.

I love this side of her. I love that I can bring about this kind of reaction.

“There’s no way we have the same favorite movie.” “What if we do?” I challenge. She stares at the blank screen for

She’s the one who pumped the brakes. She’s the one who pushed me away. As silly as it might seem, I want her to choose me. I want her to want me. I want her to kiss me.

After a hot-as-fuck encounter in the pantry, then a massively bad misunderstanding, she’s kissing me on the couch, out in the open for everyone to see. It’s a claiming. A claiming she initiated. And I fucking love it.

told you that first night I wasn’t anywhere done with you. Time to make good on that promise.”

His gauges and eyebrow piercing. The tats. He’s my every punk-rock fantasy come to life. Hard and jaded on the outside but so damn sweet underneath it all.

“Yeah, actually.” I tilt my hips up just enough to connect our lower halves. “Can I be on top so I can feel your pubic piercing?” He gives me the most swoon-worthy grin. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Stop worrying and let me work. No more talking. Unless you want to scream my name or tell me you’re coming.”

He whistles. “Yep. That’ll do it. New kink unlocked.”