Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)

by Avery Keelan

One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was giving her a hat trick on the edge of a sink.

I’m not sure everyone gets to have that kind of love, though. Sometimes I think I’m too much to be someone’s One. Too loud, too disorganized, too extra, too messy.

I press play and listen to Tyler’s message for a third time, my cheeks tugging at the delicious way his voice gets a little more growly with each word. Other, much lower parts of my body are responding too.

Love a good voice message from a hot man

Tyler chuckles. “Oh, don’t turn that off on my account. Sounds like it was getting good.”

I would burrow into the ground omg sera

“I hope you realize you owe me now.” “Name it, and it’s yours.”

🧎‍♀️🫦

“I hate him because I wanted to kiss him and he hugged me, Abby. Like I was his grandmother.”

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Her mouth tugs into a grin. “Because you like me.” “Yeah, Ser. I do.”

“Tink doesn’t happen to be short for Tinker Bell, does it?”

I knew he heard

“All the little pieces of you no one else gets?” I say, running my palms down her stomach. “Those are my favorite.” I’m not sure I’m talking about sex anymore.

I have no idea what the fuck just happened.

What happened is everyone knows you loveeeeeee her

That guts me all over again. If she believes that, I fucked up majorly along the way. “Of course I’d want to know, Tink. I love you.”

What a bomb to drop

My unspoken question is, can we throw money at this to help her? Sky’s the limit.