Everly Dalton's Dating Disasters (Dirty Martini Running Club, #0.5)

by Claire Kingsley

How many frogs does a girl have to kiss before she finally finds her prince?”

“Ready?” Maverick asked. “Remember, no touching the balloon with your hands. That’ll get you disqualified. Otherwise, all bets are off. First pair to pop their balloon wins. Go!” I yelped as Chad grabbed my shoulders and spun me so I was facing away from him. He kept his hands on my shoulders and bumped into me a few times, squishing the balloon between us. “Plant your feet, sweetheart,” Chad said, grabbing my hips. “You’re about to get the full power of the Chad.” “Chad, wait!” With his hands tight on my hips, Chad thrust against the balloon with his groin. I staggered forward a step, but he didn’t let go. He rammed himself against me again and I could feel the balloon compress. But it didn’t pop. He picked up the pace, thrusting his hips faster. I jerked forward wildly, my hair flying in my face, my heels slipping on the floor. “Yeah, baby,” Chad grunted. “That’s it. Come on.” He drove his groin against me like a jackhammer operated by a crazed monkey. The only thing keeping me from falling flat on my face was his painful grip on my hips. And the balloon still didn’t pop. If this was what sex with Chad would be like, I was going to have to pass. I had no idea what the other couples were doing, but the crowd was almost deafening. Chad rammed against the balloon over and over to the crowd’s chants of “Pop! Pop! Pop!” The balloon compressed and slipped to the side. Chad’s groin collided with my ass and he grunted again. Was that…? He had to be kidding me. Did he have a hard...

“Don’t settle,” he said. “Every woman deserves a man who loves her like crazy. Who can’t imagine his life without her. That guy’s out there, trust me. Wait for him, okay? Don’t settle for anything less than a man who loves the fuck out of you. Promise?”