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Nothing good can come from sneaking around with Jake Connelly.
Panty-melting. That’s how Summer described his smile once. I swear, the chick has an unhealthy obsession with Connelly’s chiseled good looks. Phrases she’s thrown around to describe him include: hotness overload, ovary explosion, babelicious, and mackable.
Everything about him is sexy. Which is why I hate him.
The two men standing there have abandoned their game to gape at the entryway. I follow their stares and…da-yum. Brenna Jensen is marching across the room. And she looks good enough to eat.
And now we’re devolving. We’ve travelled back to cavemen, only nowadays we call them fuckboys.
I didn’t plan on kissing her. I was merely going over there to save her from the dude she was clearly trying to escape. But her lips are right there. Pouty and red and so damn tempting I can’t resist.
Melodic laughter spills out of her throat. I can’t deny I like hearing it. No, I like knowing that I’m the one who made her laugh. This beautiful, bitchy girl with the prickliest attitude I’ve ever encountered, who doesn’t miss an opportunity to neg me.
“That should cover his beer, too.” She glances over her shoulder. “Say thank you to your sugar mama, Jakey.” “Thank you.” I flash an overly lascivious grin. “Daddy loves it when you take care of him.”
“You’re a man. All men are dumb.” Brenna peers up at me, and damned if she isn’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s bold and fierce, and those qualities combined with her beauty make her a force to be reckoned with.
Something about Hollis is very endearing. He’s like a big kid.
Her mouth falls open. “You want to go out with me?” I examine her incredulous expression. “I know, right? It caught me by surprise, too.” I offer a shrug. “But it happened and now here we are. I think you’re hot, and I know you think I’m hot—” “I think you think you’re hot,” she interjects with a snort.
Friends who say “I love you” every time you part ways are important. Those are the ones you need in your life.
“What are you thinking about right now?” Brenna asks. “You don’t want to know.” “Try me.” “I’m thinking about your lips.” The lips in question curve slowly. “What about them?” “I’m wondering what they taste like.”
“Of course we have chemistry,” she says, her perfect mouth inches from my face. “We both know we have chemistry. There’s never been a single doubt as to whether or not we have chemistry.”
“So why don’t you cut this bullshit about needing to find out, and just tell me what you really want.” “Fine,” I answer, because I’m not one to back down from a challenge. “I want to kiss you.”
The arrogant gleam in his eyes is such a turn-on for me. I like guys like this. Direct, assertive, and self-assured. Alpha, but not the kind of alpha that orders you around and gets too overbearing.
Before I can blink, long fingers tangle in my hair and there’s a big hand cupping the back of my neck. Jake brings my head forward and slants his lips over mine, and it’s the kind of kiss that’s been missing from my life for so long.
“Want to make out some more before we go?” Jake’s tone is boyishly hopeful. “Nope.” His gaze turns devilish. “How about a blowjob?” “Aw, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t have a penis.”
Then she turns around and she’s never looked more beautiful to me. Her cheeks are like two red apples, her eyes are sparkling, and she performs a cute little dance as she shimmies off the shiny floor.
I find myself praying to a higher power that I make the cut. Maybe not tonight, but tomorrow, next week, a year from now. I’ll take whatever I can get. That’s how badly I want her.
“Well, I think the fake-date ship has sailed, I’m afraid.” His voice thickens. Husky and endearing. “What about the real-date ship?” My teeth dig into my bottom lip. Then I take a breath. “I think that one might still be in the harbor.” “Good. Let’s try to do something this weekend?
“I came because I wanted to see you,” he says simply.
He laces his fingers through mine and squeezes. Hard. “Ouch,” I complain. “That didn’t hurt.” “Yes it did.” “No it didn’t.” He pauses. “Did it?” “No,” I admit. “Brat.” Jake brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles.
god he’s so boyfriend help
But a kiss, at its very core, is an emotional experience. Or at least it is for me. Anyone can give me an orgasm, but not everyone can touch my soul.
Instead of staying at the Dime with my teammates or tracking down Heath and Jonah to reprimand them, all I could think about was how I hadn’t kissed Brenna in days. And what did I do? I borrowed Brooks’s car and drove all the way to Hastings like a lovesick loser.
I keep sneaking peeks at Brenna. It’s hard not to. The girl is a smoke show. And I love hearing her laugh. Every time she does, the musical tone makes my heart beat faster.
“Yes, I’m still playing. But I saw your text and I wanted to make sure you’re not in danger.” “Why would I be in danger?” “Because you said good luck. I assumed someone was holding a gun to your head.”
Jake winks at me from over Weston’s shoulder and Summer’s head. My lips curve slightly. “Good game, Connelly.” I see him fighting a smile. “Thanks, Jensen.”
I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss the side of her neck. “I cleared out a drawer for you. I wasn’t sure how long you’re staying.”
“I like you, Jake,” she murmurs. “I like you, too.” Her pace quickens, and my eyes close. I more than like her. I think I’m falling for her.
It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced before, and that’s how I know it’s real. It’s not lust—trust me, I know lust. This is something entirely new. I am definitely falling for this girl.
I have to grip her hips to steady her, because she’s trembling so wildly. “That’s a good girl. Give it to me.”
HELP
She’d been so vulnerable, and for a moment I’d almost felt inadequate. As if this glimpse into her soul that she was trusting me with was beyond what I was capable of taking on.
“I’m going to lend you my good-luck charm,” I announce, holding up the tacky pink-and-purple bracelet.
I’m going to beat Michigan today, and afterwards I’m going to win Brenna back. I don’t care if I have to throw myself at her feet and beg. I’m getting my woman back.
What do you want from me?” “You,” he blurts out. “Me, what?” “That’s what I want. I want you,” he says simply.
“I was stupid. And now I’m asking for your forgiveness.” He hesitates. “And I’m asking you to give me another chance.” “Why would I do that?” “Because I love you.”
“If you want me to beg, I’ll beg. If you want me to jump through hoops, bring them on. I’ll spend every waking hour until I have to report to training camp proving to you how much you mean to me.” His teeth dig into his lower lip. “Proving that I’m worthy of you.”
“Every word is the truth,” Jake says simply. “I fucked up. I love you. And I want you back.”
