The Friend Zone (Game On, #2)

by Kristen Callihan

“Just like watching you enjoy the hell out of that chicken.” “You make that sound illicit.” He chuckles. “You’re making it look illicit.”

that need to have someone understand how empty life can feel, as if you’re the only one in your universe.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I risk playing a dumb jock’s game when I could be more?” “I wouldn’t ask that. I know there are highly intelligent men who play football.”

“Two dicks, twice the fun.”

Is it sick that I love the feeling, love pushing my body to the brink? It’s as close as I can get to the aftermath of hot sex

“Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line?”

Dex watches us between bites of his burger. “Every girl is some guy’s daughter. What if she wants to be with Gray? It’s her life, not her dad’s.”

where to begin? I think about sex. All the time now.” About cocks. Pushing into me. Filling me up. Sliding into my mouth. Hell. “My breasts feel heavy, my nipples…let’s not talk about those.” It brings back the restlessness, makes them tingle, and I cuddle the throw pillow closer. It doesn’t shut me up, though. “I ache. So much that my lower belly hurts. Hell, my freaking thighs feel hot.” Annoyed now, I slap a hand against the mattress. “I find myself dreaming of running my thumbs along those grooves on a guy’s abdomen. The ones formed by those muscles right over their hips. You know the ones? That form a V.” My mouth actually waters thinking about them now.

Maybe because I want to know how to please you. Or I’m a dirty bastard who needs to hear your honey-smooth voice talk about sex.

“Tell me,” I murmur. “Tell me how it would be good for you.”

I never pegged Gray as the nurturing type. Which isn’t fair. Gray is a kind man.

“Don’t forget my big dick.” Please don’t forget about him. He’s lonely. And needy.

“Open that mouth wider and let me in so you can get it good.”

“Let me put it in you. See how it feels.”