The Wrong Play (The Wrong Player, #2)

by C.R. Jane

“Hey, hey,” I told him, when he got a little close to the family jewels. I was a shower, not a grower, so lil’ Jace, aka The Anaconda, aka Sir-Humps-A-Lot, hung down low.

I dnf’d

Step two: Slip into Riley’s room unnoticed. Step three: Sleep under her bed like a psycho, as nature intended.

Yikes

A door slammed, and I jerked awake, disoriented, my heart thumping against my ribs. For a second, I forgot where the hell I was. Then I moved—bang—smacking my head against the damn frame of Riley’s bed. Right. I’d fallen asleep. Under her fucking bed. Like a fucking lunatic. My hand covered in dried cum.

HOT