Wild Pitch (Daytona Fury, #1)

by C.L. Rose

“I’m going to call you Mayhem. Because that’s exactly what you look like down there. Chaos. Trouble. Like a riot I know I should run from, but I can’t fucking look away.”

I wonder what she’d look like pregnant. Whoa. Slow your roll, Valentine.

“Best friend’s brother with a little forced proximity?” he says before kissing the tips of his fingers like a chef.

Same