Craving the Player (Amateurs in Love, #1)

by Hannah Cowan

“You wanna know something?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before pushing away from the wall and taking two large steps toward me. “It hurt my feelings when you ditched me the other morning. I had big, big plans for you.”

“Don't go shy on me now, baby. We both know you're anything but.”

“So, are you going to run away

from me again? Or have I convinced you that it’s no use?”

I want my hands in her hair as I fuck her mouth until she gags, forcing her to take as much of me as she can, spit dribbling from the corners of her mouth. My palm twitches, desperate to wrap around my shaft and give it a pump or two, suddenly claimed by the thought of her.

I got home from work and heard him calling out her name from our bedroom. I remember the spiked up, messy head of blonde hair peeking out from beneath our heavy white comforter. Her short black dress was strung carelessly across the back of my office chair. The sound my wine glass made as it fell from my hands, shattering against the hardwood floor. I can feel the burn in my throat from when my choked sob flew across the room, the two bodies jumping anxiously from the bed.

“It’s taking everything in me not to fuck you right here, Sierra. I want you riding my fingers, coating my hand in your cum before you take every last inch of my cock inside you until you come again. I don’t want you to be able to walk without feeling the ache between your legs that I created. Let me take you home.”

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.

The silence in the small car is deafening. It feels wrong. I feel out of place. It wasn’t the right move to stay the night with Braden, not when his admission shook me so thoroughly. I needed space to clear my head, then more than ever.

This guy really has no idea who I am or what I do for a living, because if he did, he would know that I don’t like repeating myself when it comes to scum like him. It’s much easier to hit someone instead. They don’t second guess you then. “I don’t take kindly to people who find it so easy to talk to women like that. And I especially don’t like it when that woman's mine.”

moves his body has my mouth gaping in surprise. Fingering the chain around my neck again, I watch Braden as he finally makes his way into the shimmering light. A shiny black robe hangs loosely from his shoulders, leaving his defined chest bare for all to see. My mouth waters as the individual muscles flex on their own accord, almost as if to torture me.

A cheek splitting smile spreads across my face as soon as his wandering eyes clash against mine with enough emotion to pull a whimper from my throat. 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.

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?”

“I’m not the guy that runs through an airport to make some intense, movie-worthy love confession, Dad.” He grips my shoulder in a tight grip and squeezes, staring at me with a look so intense my eyes widen. “Tough shit, Son. Today, that’s exactly what you are.”

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.