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“You think I’m pretty?” “I think all women are beautiful.”
my standards 😍😩🥰📈
“Alright, what kind of woman are you?” “An incredible one,”
He deserves soft words, not sharp ones.
“Breathe, Nina,” I say to myself. “You aren’t swimming in shark-infested waters. You aren’t walking into a burning building to save a baby. It’s just the adrenaline rush that makes your body feel like this. You’re safe. Thanks to Sexy Plumber, you’re okay.”
When I see him, I can’t blame them for staring. This man looks like he was handcrafted with temptation.
A dimple pops on his right cheek because, of course, it does. Thankfully, he doesn’t have a matching set. It’s like whoever created him started to give him two dimples and then realized one was lethal enough.
The streetlight's glow casts a gleam in his dark hair, almost making it look wet. Now, I’m imagining water streaming down his bare back in the shower, but I don’t want to objectify him just because his chiseled physique could rival the statues on campus.
I’m done with men who look like fallen angels. I’m done with men in general. The next person I sleep with better be obsessed with me, so I don’t have a repeat of the Isaac fiasco.
There’s a hushed pause, a beat where our stares linger. His eyes are a bright shade of cerulean blue, more vivid than the colors in Frida Kahlo’s paintings.
I like tall women, though, because it makes doggie style a hell of a lot easier on my knees, since I don’t have to bend as much.
it’s only chapter 3- put it back in ur pants
I tug Nina closer until her back meets my chest. “You cold, babydoll?”
😋
“Babydoll?” She winces, brows climbing upward. “No. That’s even worse than sweetheart. We’re not doing the whole cringy nickname thing.”
real
Most women toss their birth control pills out the window when I tell them I’m an NHL player.
wild
I interlace my fingers through hers, pressing my mouth to her cool knuckles. Her lips part, and I think her breath hitches, which has me fighting back a grin. She really is one cute doctor. And damn, that’s impressive as hell.
“So, you’re really dating Rhode Tremblay?” Nina stiffens. “Yes, why are you saying it like that?” “Because he’s a professional hockey player, and you’re well, you.” Nina shoots him a glare withering enough to make me shrivel. I have the urge to hit that tone out of his mouth, but we’re playing four away games next week, and that’d mess up my knuckles. I wrap my arm tighter around her shoulders. “I think the real question is, how did I end up dating Nina because she’s the most amazing woman I’ve met.”
Noah leans across the jars of paintbrushes to whisper in my ear. With his wild blond curls, gray Henley, and black-rimmed glasses, he’s Picasso’s wet dream.
HAND HIM OVER
All I’m coming home to is a cat that scratches me as a greeting because I couldn’t bring myself to declaw him.
He really is the kind of sexy that crushes hearts.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite doctor.”
“You really brought me flowers?” “Yeah, of course I did. I wouldn’t lie to you, and my mom taught me well.”
“How’d you find sunflowers? They’re out of season.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I uh, went to a few shops until I found some since I figured you like them with that tattoo on your wrist.” “You noticed my tattoo?” His eyes meet mine, and he swallows. “I noticed a lot of things about you, Nina.”
I watch his long fingers arrange the bouquet before yanking my gaze away. I do not need to be imagining what else this man can do with those fingers.
I can
“Why’s it so hard to get you to agree to go out with me? I normally don’t have this issue with women.”
boy stfu and sit ur sexy ass down
The way he's fiddling with the flowers adds a charming boyishness to his rugged demeanor, which has my guard lowering.
“What else did you learn? Other than the fact that I’m a sexy hockey goalie that everyone wants?” And there it is—that arrogance. “You’re exceptionally humble.” He chuckles. “Keep going.” “You’re six-three.” “What the hell?” he demands. “Which article said that? Was it Sports Illustrated? I’m six-four.” “You really need that extra inch?” A corner of his mouth twitches. “Every inch counts.”
Small talk. New crowds. Open bar. That sounds like Satan crafted a seventh circle of hell custom-made for my anxiety.
“So, name any position that you want, because I bet I can fake fuck you better than he ever did for real.”
I’ve said a lot of dumb shit over the years, but those have to be the most ridiculous words to have come out of my mouth.
I make a mental note never to call her baby, and glance at the knives. She's got serrated blades. Nice. Those could slice through dick skin like butter.
I lower my voice like I’m about to whisper dirty things in her ear. “You can suck anything you want, Nina.” Her lips part. Finally. A reaction.
“Why not?” I grip her hips, pulling her closer. “That’s the best part.” Her breath hitches, but she strokes her hand down my arm, making heat prickle in my groin. “Because this doesn’t mean anything, and kissing means something to me.”
“Alright, no kissing, but let’s get one thing straight. When I kiss you, notice I said when, it’s not going to be because we’re trying to make someone jealous. It’ll be because you’re desperate to feel my lips on yours, and trust me, you will be.” Her mouth hitches up, and that look’s enough to bring a man to his knees. “I’ve never been desperate for a boy.” “Then you’ve never fucked a man.”
“What are you doing there, Tremblay?” I groan, fumbling my belt. “Please don’t call me by my last name. Makes me feel like you’re my coach or something. It’s Rhode or sex god,”
“Okay, Rhode. Fake fuck me.”
“Does my girl like it a little rough? I knew you were a wild one.” Her eyes bulge. I grimace. So much for scaring her off. “Too much?” She blinks, but after a moment, a slow grin drags across her lips. “No, actually, I think we can do better. Let me see the belt.”
She snatches my belt with a mischievous tilt to her mouth before attempting to snap it against the marble counter, but Nina misjudges the force, and the buckle smacks against my ass with a hard sting. Fuck me, I want her to do that again.
U WHORE 🤨📸
“Just ignore it. It’ll go away in a decade or so.” Her hazels bounce between mine, and then she sucks in this little breath that’s only for me. “What if I don’t want to ignore it?”
I drop my eyes to her lips. Her very wet lips. “Careful what you ask for, because I want to see you again, Nina, so this isn’t going to be a one time thing.”
“Yes, please. That feels so good, Rhode. You’re so good at that. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” Holy fuck. No one’s ever praised me like that before, and now it’s all I can think about.
😭
I tug her closer to me, feeling this protective urge to show this asshole exactly what he’s missing. His loss. I’ve got her in my arms now.
“Sorry, I was going to tell you…” “Going to tell me what?” I demand, whispering low so our audience can’t hear. She coughs. “That I’m in college. Art school, specifically.” I drop my hands like her shoulders are made of fire. “How old are you?” “Twenty-two,” she admits, cheeks turning pink. It takes every ounce of self-control to keep my face neutral, especially in front of her ex because I don’t want to embarrass her. I take a hard look at Nina. The nose piercing, the backpack by the door—it all makes sense now.
Of course I’d be attracted to a younger woman. It must be the curse of my DNA.
“Do you want me to get your belt?” My lips twitch. Dammit. This woman. No. Not woman—girl.
“Why do you care so much about my age?” He glances away. “I just do, but it’s mostly that we’re in different places. Are you ready to get married and have kids?” “No. I’m only twenty-two.” He flicks a hand. “See? That’s why.”
literally stfu some of us r struggling here
so I need you.”
I’ve never been someone’s necessity, only their burden, and the fact that Rhode needs me has me wanting to swap my no for a yes.
It’s easy for me to make friends, but keeping them is hard. Every time I slip into a dark phase, I go into hibernation mode and start ignoring texts. I lose a lot of friends in those shadows, and when I finally resurface, Gwen’s the only one there. That’s not who I want to be anymore.
“So, I’m just going to be indebted to you forever?” “Pretty much.” I wave like a queen. “Feel free to bow down and get on your knees.” The blue in his eyes heats like the hottest flame. “I’m not getting on my knees for you, Nina.” His voice turns husky. That, plus the fact that he thinks I’m too young makes me want to prove him wrong. I flick my eyes over his chest. “Oh, but I think you’d look so good begging for me.”
“I don’t want people to get the wrong impression, so I’m going to be a little blunt. I’m trying to be the good guy here, so I’m not touching you unless we have to at the event, and even then, I’m going to keep it friendly, alright?” I lift up on my toes to be closer to him. “If you want people to believe I’m your date, you’re going to have to touch me, Rhode.” He mutters a curse, pinching his eyes closed. “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?” “Welcome to life. It’s not easy.”
he drops the lightest of kisses to the top of my hair. He spins around faster than my next heartbeat like he’s running away. The imprint of his featherlight lips weighs heavy on my head for the rest of the night.
