Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)

by Emily Rath

“I don’t know what game you’re playing with Caleb right now, but this is not a game to me, Jake. You are not a game, and I don’t take what we have lightly.”

“But I won’t apologize for how I feel about him. Just like I won’t apologize to him for how I feel about you, Jake—”

“I’d like to know your demons better. Seems only fair when you already know mine.”

“Such a good fucking girl,” he hums against my mouth, making my pussy clench around his fingers. “You want a deep, dark truth from me? Give me one of yours first. Show me what this body wants. Show me what she fucking craves. I want to feel you take your fucking rules and bend them ’til they break.”

“I’m going to choke you with this dick and paint your pretty mouth with my cum. Would you like that, Hurricane?”

“Ryan Scott Langley, before you land on that plane tonight, you will make different living arrangements for your sister. Book her a hotel, rent her an RV—hell, buy her a damn house. At this point, I don’t care. But I’m telling you right now, that if I survive the birth of your baby, and I come home to find Cassie’s rowing machine in the middle of my living room, I will walk right back out of the house and set the whole place on fire. Do you understand?” Another long silence. “Oh, thank fucking god.” I slip off the end of the exam table. “What?” “Babe, I’ve been so fucking miserable. I just didn’t know how to say anything.”

“Are you in love with me, Mars?” He closes his eyes and lets out a breath. “So much it hurts.” His words tear me open.

“Don’t stop,” he begs, and I could come right here and now. He’s begging me. Ilmari Price. I’ve reduced him to begging me for more dick.