Playing for Keeps (Hot Jocks, #1)

by Kendall Ryan

My heart starts to beat faster as she grins up at me. Well damn, I didn’t know I still had one of those.

The physical changes he went through as we aged made me fall even harder. Instead of being the boy who pulled my ponytail and hid my dolls from me, he grew from a lanky teen into a man. A man with so much sculpted muscle and iron-carved abs it made my knees weak.

“Tell me what you need,” I whisper, placing my hands on his waist. He feels so solid beneath my palms. “You,” he croaks out, voice raw. “On the bed.”

“Today, tears,” she says, patting my back. “Tomorrow, we plot his murder and take over the world.”

I knew exactly what I was doing. And besides, I’d been more drunk on her, on the pheromones, on the idea of being inside her than I had been on the alcohol I’d consumed.

“I remember, okay? All of it. Every whimper, every moan, every pant. How perfectly we moved together. How you taste, how your body felt around mine, how soft you felt beneath me. Shit, I remember every-fucking-thing. And I can’t seem to get you out of my head.” His voice is so desperate and gravelly, it pierces straight through my heart.