The Lies We Tell (The Four #1)

by Becca Steele

Women were good for one thing, and if it didn’t involve a willing pussy or having my dick sucked, I wasn’t interested.

“Brewer’s droop.

You’re out of your depth, and you don’t know how to swim in these waters.”

a wall of sexy, tattooed, muscular testosterone, all eyes on them as they left.

Women were trouble. Wrapping men around their fingers with their honeyed words and whispered promises, all the while lying through their teeth to serve their own purposes.

“I want to be dickmatized by that boy.”