Craving the Player (Amateurs in Love, #1)

by Hannah Cowan

I'm healthy as a horse, sweetheart. Don't worry about me," he boasts and pats his thighs. "Now come over here."

"Who cares.” Lifting a shoulder, he starts to unbutton his dress shirt. "Don't tell me you're too chicken, Sierra." I narrow my eyes. "I'm not chicken." "Then come over here and ride my cock."

He reaches for his pants now, fiddling with his belt buckle until it flaps open, and pulling down the zipper of his slacks. My thighs clench together as I try to soothe the throb between them, keeping my eyes trained on Braden so he can see just how desperately I need him. It feels impossible to keep from touching myself. My nipples swell behind my dress, and I can’t help but palm my breast, whimpering when my inner walls pulse in response.

He gives his shaft a few slow, hard strokes before swiping the bead of pre-cum away. "Well? Do you want an invitation, Sierra?" His voice is gravelly, raw.

feel him reach between us and pull my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy. My head falls back with a curse when he cups me, pressing his palm against my clit. "You're always ready for me." I can feel his smirk kiss my neck.

Two more fingers thrust inside of me, swirling and bending to hit my sweet spot before retreating fully with a wet, sloppy sound. “If I don’t get inside of you right now I might fucking die, baby,” Braden grunts

"Tell me that I'm the only one that gets to fuck this pussy,"

He drives inside of me hard one last time before stilling, my walls continuing to pulse around him, the last of my orgasm draining what little energy I had left. “You’re mine, Sierra. All mine.”

There was no way that he was about to let me out of his sight after what happened in the car—which thankfully, he hasn’t mentioned since—so I wasn’t surprised when he insisted that I stay the night with him. There wasn’t any way that I was going to say no either. This is exactly where I want to be. “I think you mean absolutely jaw droppingly handsome, sweetheart,” he mumbles, kissing my head. Keeping me held firmly in his arms, he manages to use his key to unlock the door before pushing it open with his foot.

And when Clayton makes no move to share the couch, Braden sits down in front of it, his back leaning against it. Grinning, I watch him pat his lap and hold his arms out in front of him. I settle on his thighs without hesitation. He bends forward and presses his mouth to my ear. “Keep your hands to yourself, yeah? We have company.”

will if you will.” “Best behaviour, baby. Scouts honour.” He pats my sides.

don’t have time to get frustrated by Sierra leaving because I hear her voice in the apartment, muffled by my closed bedroom door. The sound makes my lips lift in a smile as I sit up and stretch my arms behind my head. I look down at the pink pillow resting beside my black one and gnaw on my lip.

There’s no room that’s safe from the Sierra invasion, but I can’t find it in myself to give a shit. It’s so natural to me now seeing an extra toothbrush on the bathroom counter or a pair of booty shorts in my laundry basket.

Maybe that makes me a pussy-whipped loser. Who the hell knows.

I’m hot on her heels, aching to push her against the wall and fuck this decision right out of her. I don’t want her to leave, but the words don’t stop flowing from my fat mouth, deepening the rift that’s now formed between us.

was thinking about her long before he brought her up. Like I have been every fucking day since I’ve last seen her. It’s been three days since I’ve touched her, kissed her, felt her body against mine. I haven’t heard her laughter, or felt the lurch in my chest that comes along with each smile she gifts me.

I don’t just miss her. I’m way beyond that, and I’m sure the purple crescents of exhaustion beneath my eyes make that more than obvious. The bed doesn’t feel the same without her warm, smooth skin or clumps of brown hair that almost always wind up in my face as I sleep.

“I saw you all the way from the bar. You’re impossible to miss. Just like you were the first time we danced like this.”

“Why are you here, Sierra?” he slurs, voice rising to be heard over the bass thumping around us. “You shouldn’t be here. Not dressed like that.”

His bottom lip slides between his teeth. “Anything. You prefer staying in, wearing those tiny little cookie monster pyjamas and drinking all of my orange juice. Why not do that?” He sighs heavily and moves his hands up my body to cup my cheeks.

“Stop thinking. Just let me kiss you before you leave. One last time.”

Sierra. It’s always Sierra. I force myself to stand tall, even when I want to collapse to my knees and beg her to help me go get my girl.

but the picture of Sierra, so broken and helpless, remains untouched, standing among the mess like a prized possession. It makes me sick, so beyond disgusted with myself.

The jaw-droppingly gorgeous white smile flashes in my mind, making my lungs tighten to the point of near suffocation. The urge to tear at my chest becomes overwhelming as I attempt to ignore the regret swarming my head with every flash of her tear-stained cheeks. The unmistakable taste of metal rings in my mouth as I clamp down on my tongue, her words playing over and over in my head like a broken record.

I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh heavily. “I love her, Dad. I love her more than I thought I could love anything or anyone and I hate it. I fucking hate knowing that to be with her, I have to give her the power to hurt me. How is that fair? How am I supposed to want to do that?”

rough laugh tears up my throat before I look at the grandfather clock pushed to the corner of the living room and feel my mouth fall. Her plane leaves in an hour. She has to be at the airport already. “I’m not the guy that runs through an airport to make some intense, movie-worthy love confession, Dad.”

“Okay.” He clears his throat. “Now let me drive you to the airport so you can go get your girl.” My smile grows into a full-fledged grin as I nod twice and straighten my back with a new-found sense of confidence. It feels like I can breathe again, my head clear and body at the ready. There’s a glimmer of hope in the horizon, one that I can almost taste.

If I had just let the past go and focused on the future I could have had with Sierra, none of this would have ever fucking happened. We would be on that plane together right now, her head on my shoulder, my arm slung around her. I wouldn’t be here, in the middle of the highway, banging my fists on the roof of a car and shouting like a maniac. She left thinking I thought so little of her. Thinking that she was just some woman I chose at a bar to keep my bed warm until I found something better. But there is nobody better for me than my little fighter. The woman with all the answers all the time, a witty sense of humour that keeps my heart thumping and my dick hard, and a drive for success that has me wanting to do and be better. She excites me, tortures me, and pisses me off like nobody I’ve ever met. We’re such opposites that to most people, we don’t look like we would work. But we do. We really do. Our chemistry is beyond anything that I’ve felt with anyone else. We fit together like we were made to do so, and just the thought of never having her in my arms again has my chest feeling so tight that every breath I take is like tiny razor blades tearing through my lungs.

There’s no me without you anymore baby. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that. Meet me on the roof. I know that you know how to get there. Blame Sophie. I’ll see you soon.

P.S if you forgot about me in the past 3 weeks, I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for another 3.