Zane (The Bad Boys of Saddle Creek #1)

by Kat Baxter

I’m sure that seems like an exaggeration, since I’m an awkward, weirdo, nerdy girl who makes everyone uncomfortable. But it’s the honest truth.

Besides, other people’s mouths are gross and I don’t like hearing people chew.

Me coded

And two, Wednesdays Ruthie makes homemade chocolate custard pie, and it is my very favorite thing to put in my mouth.

Zane’s gaze narrows. Something about the way he’s looking at me makes me uncomfortable. It’s the same kind of discomfort I feel when I realize I’ve said or done something awkward, but I only realize it after the fact.

Clearly, he hadn’t noticed her at all, or how fucking gorgeous she looks today. Her pale, whitish-blonde hair is in a side braid, across her shoulder—like Elsa. Fuck off, I know my animated princesses.

“She wants you to teach her about sex, right? So, use that to your advantage. Instead of teaching her just about sex, teach about sex and love. Teach her she’ll never be happy with any man but you. Remind her how compatible y’all are. You’re already a couple, in many ways, she just hasn’t seen that yet.”

Because the truth is that Zane is… well—if you can have a soulmate who's a friend—then that's what Zane is. He’s my friend-mate. No, that doesn’t sound right. Well, whatever you call it, that’s him. He’s my person, my ride or die.

“Starfish, I just wanted you to hear my voice and know that we’re okay.”

THAT'S IT. THIS IS THE SEXIEST THING EVER. I. CAN'T.

“Don’t worry about anyone else. Here’s what we’re going to do. This Friday, I want you to get dressed up. Wear something that you’re comfortable in, but something that makes you feel pretty. Then I’m going to come get you and take you on a date. We’ll start there.”

“Well, you look like a super sexy banker or at least a high-end realtor.”

“Sorry I called you a banker,” I blurt. “You called me sexy, too. So you’re forgiven.”

I reach into my boxers and pull out my hard cock. Yeah, it’s pierced too.

I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST GOING TO POINT OUT THE STARFISH IN HIS TATTOOS HNNNGGGG

“Yes. I want to get naked and do all the things.” I shake my head. “Okay, maybe not all the things; I don’t think I’ll ever want to do butt stuff.”

“That there was something better than Ruthie’s chocolate custard pie. I’m going to call it my Starfish pie.”

Isn’t Starfish another word for butthole?

I take off my clothes, one piece at a time and wait for her to see what’s plainly hidden in my tattoos and call me on it. She’ll know for sure how I feel about her once she sees them. Although her gaze roams all over my body, it never seems to settle on any one spot.

So I wasn’t completely nuts when I thought this was what he was doing earlier lol