Craving the Player (Amateurs in Love, #1)

by Hannah Cowan

When we’re together I fuck for her, not me. I want to fuck her to the point my name will be the only one that ever leaves her lips again. Not because she’ll miss me, but because she won’t be able to think about another cock stretching her hot cunt the way mine has.

“Four years. I only had one boyfriend before him, and none after. I guess the idea of trusting someone again has never appealed to me.” “Or maybe you just haven’t found anyone worth trusting.” She seems to gnaw on that for a while. “Or maybe I have, but I’m exactly sure what to do with him yet.”

A cheek-splitting smile spreads across my face as soon as his wandering eyes clash with mine, brimming with so much emotion. A beyond obvious, cheesy wink from my playboy boxer is all it takes to forget about everything and lift my own arms in the air to join in the excited cheers, happier than I have been in years.

A portrait of pure joy is staring right at me in the form of a truly beautiful man. One with bushy, scarred eyebrows, eyes the same shade as expensive whiskey, and a smile that could turn even the most ruthless of people into a puddle of goo at his feet. Braden is protective in the best ways and also playful enough that in those few moments where you find yourself stuck in the realities of being a grown-up, he can make you feel like a kid again.

“Call it whatever you want. But you know that I’m right. You can’t have it both ways. If you let her go because you refuse to stop letting the past live in the present, then you’ll lose her. You can’t live your life out of fear, Braden. You’ll end up living it alone.”

“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?”