The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

The circle of trust was...well, I wasn’t quite sure what it was, yet. It seemed to consist of my teammates Lincoln Daniels, Ari Lancaster, and Walker Davis—all stars on the team and in the League—and it seemed to be some kind of group for men scarily obsessed with their girls.

A single spotlight lit up the stage. And I saw her. Her. A vision that I wasn’t sure was real. There were other dancers around her, but she might as well have been the only person left in the world.

With each leap and turn, she cast a spell. My life changed. There was only before her, and after her.

She was a fucking masterpiece. I’d never seen anything in my life as beautiful...as perfect as… Fuck! I glanced around, a strange heat clawing up my neck. Everyone was seeing her like this. Everyone was seeing what was mine.

Unfortunately, the three hundred followers she had were all men. So, I’d spent thirty minutes reporting all of them—and then reporting her account, too, because it was nothing but a thirst trap for horny assholes. We’d be having a discussion about privacy and who to accept as friends at a later date.

I mean, I was so interested in this girl I might as well have a neon sign over my head that said “pick me, choose me, love me,” like I was an intern on Grey’s Anatomy.

Obsessed over the fact that something so perfect existed and it didn’t belong to me. As if someone like that could ever belong to anyone, though, let alone me. The idea was laughable. I was pretty sure that men who looked like Camden James were just shooting stars in the sky that us mere mortals were destined to only be able to look at.

His “daddy” energy was off the charts. It made me want to curl up against him and feel him wrap those muscled arms around me protectively.

The way she looked when she fell...that flare of pain in her eyes. Should I go back there and insist I take her to the hospital to get checked out? The fall didn’t look too bad, but maybe it was worse than I thought? No, no. I couldn’t just fucking kidnap her. Yet.

There was something so...safe about Camden. Maybe it was because he was so much older than me. Maybe it was because of how big he was. Or maybe it was because he was holding me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

“Let’s get something crystal clear, right now, baby girl. If I ever hear you talk about yourself like that again, I’m going to put you over my knee.”

“I was trying to be good,” he breathed in between a kiss. “But now you’ve done it.” I sighed against him as he dominated my mouth, his hands sliding into my hair and maneuvering me exactly where he wanted.

One thing was clear, I needed to up my game and save her from herself. Daddy was going to take care of his baby girl.

The intensity in his voice made me ache for him. I liked his possessiveness. I wanted Camden to own me, take care of me...keep me.

“I’m going to be your first and your last. I’ll be the only thing you crave after I’m done with you. You’re not even going to be able to look at another man because your body is going to know I’m the only one that can give it what it needs."

"You're going to be mine, baby. As soon as you bleed all over my dick, you're done. There's never going to be anyone else."

I wanted to be that. His good girl. I wanted to give him everything he desired. Just as long as he fulfilled this ache inside me.

My eyes slammed shut, and he slid a hand to my throat, gently squeezing until I opened them back up. “Eyes on me,” he growled,