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I’m entranced, fixated, obsessed.
I snag a loose curl, twisting that lock of dark brown, the little bit of caramel winding through it, and twirl it around my finger. She’s got pretty hair. And pretty eyes. Pretty lips. Pretty thighs. Pretty tits. Fuck, she’s just pretty.
“You look and smell outrageously delicious, and you have a brain cell in your head when it comes to hockey. You’ve told me to go fuck myself in at least three roundabout ways, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this attracted to someone.”
“Has anyone ever been able to tell you no?” she asks on a whisper. My chest puffs with pride. “Never.” A wide grin blooms on her face. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.” My forehead crumples as I blink down at her, her hand slipping from mine as she steps out of reach. “What?” “Enjoy the rest of your night,” she calls over her shoulder before she squeezes through the crowd, disappearing. Well, fuck me sideways. I don’t like this.
Sundays and hangovers are made for two things: junk food and naps.
He’s arrogance dressed in expensive clothing, smooth, corded muscles, and a charming smile, and quite possibly the face of chlamydia; I can’t be certain. I’m sure he takes precautions, but the man gets around like a globe-trotter.
Omg olivia is going to be so funny i can tell
“Cara said you needed a foot rub. So I’m giving you a foot rub.”
It’s been a while, and it’s always nice to get politely drilled into the ground.
Put me in a coma for a day or two, you know? I could use the chance to catch up on my sleep.
His grin is explosive, handsome, sexy, infuriating. Leaning over the boards, he stares down the length of his stick at me, the tip resting on top of the glass. “Hi.”
His stick lifts in slow motion, pointing. At me. Carter Beckett points his damn stick right at me. And he winks. He fucking winks. For you,
“I like when you smile,” he murmurs. “And laugh. It makes me want to smile too.”
He zeroes in on my dress beneath my open coat. “So is that dress.” He holds his sleeve up to my stomach. “We match.” “Looks like we do.” I won’t tell him I slipped on this dress tonight because the color reminded me of his eyes.
Twining our fingers, I pull our hands between us and press one more kiss to her lips. And one more quick one. Okay, one more. Just for good measure, because fuck me, she tastes like the best kind of sin.
“Listen,” I cut her off. “Are you telling me never, Ollie, or are you open to the possibility of a future if I prove you can trust me?”
“Fuck.” His mouth opens on my shoulder as I cry out his name. “Such a wet fucking pussy.”
I may be slightly intoxicated, but after tonight, I’m 100 percent positive Carter Beckett is a man I could fall in love with.
“Slap that hand back there again and I’ll tie both of them to the bedpost. I wanna hear you scream my name when you come with me inside you. Got it?”
“You haven’t broken me yet, but I’m hoping if I’m a good girl, you will soon.” His gaze darkens. “Fuck, I wanna give you whatever you want.” I brush my lips against his. “Wreck me, Carter.”
sammmmmme girl
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Never, Ollie. I just want you to consider…consider giving me a shot. Consider me. That’s all I want, Ol. A chance with you.”
“One more,” he growls, pulling me off him. He flips me onto my belly, pulls my head taut, and jerks my ass into the air before he thrusts back inside me. “You’re gonna give me one more.”
“Can I keep you?” he asks. “Yes.” My heart skitters to a stop at the simple answer spoken without thought,
Fear is a funny, fickle thing. It’s there to protect you, to keep you from getting hurt, a glaring neon sign that warns you from getting too close, tells you to back up before it’s too late. But it keeps you stuck, weighed down in one spot, like feet stuck in mud. And more often than not? You get hurt anyway. Sometimes, like today, you hurt the person you care about in the process too.
Olivia, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I know this year will be the best one yet, because I met you. Carter
Her wide eyes lock on mine, cheeks blazing, hand hanging there in midair, holding on to a… A goddamn Oreo. Woman’s my fucking soul mate.
“You think Ollie likes the extra-extra bacon pizza I ordered her? I bet she found the most bacon-y slice.” He hums a laugh, tipping his head back as he drops half a slice of pizza into his mouth. “I can’t wait to see her at the party Saturday. Maybe I’ll line my pockets with bacon.”
“Yeah, princess?” “What if I fall in love with you?” “Then I’ll fall with you, too, Ollie girl.”
“And are you? Happy?” My cheeks hurt with the grin I grace him with. “What do you think?” His own grin is detonating, exploding across his face as his hand skims my jaw, bringing my lips to his. “I think I love your smile more than anything in this world.”
“Hi, pumpkin!” he hollers before firing off a shot on Adam. My cheeks flame. “Did he just call me pumpkin in front of fifteen thousand people?”
“If I had to choose between you and Oreos for the rest of my life, I’d choose you every day, always.” “Such a loaded statement.” His nose trails my jaw. “You know how much I love Oreos.”
“Everything. And you can start with sitting that perfect fucking pussy right over my face.”
