Flip (Next Level, #2)

by Briana Michaels

To all the dirty girls out there— May your mascara run, lipstick smear, back arch, and headboard break. Be worshipped like the queen you are and settle for nothing less.

“I heard he’s married now, with three kids all under the age of five. I hope they piss in his bed every night.”

“She gets happier when you’re around, you know.” Glitch bumps the side of the lawn mower with his boot. “She doesn’t think I notice… but I do.”

“I want your baggage. All your good and your bad. I want to be the keeper of your pain, joy, and tears. I want to be another reason you smile when you come home. I want you to be my pleasure, my purpose. You’re my dream, Erin. You’re the reason I break every speed limit to get here when I visit. You’re the reason I haven’t had a Thanksgiving with my family since college. You’re the—” She slams her mouth to mine and shuts me up with a scorching kiss.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever.” Slam, slam, slam. “And last night, while you slept, I wanted to jack off all over you and fuck you awake and stuff my dick in your mouth, your cunt, and your glorious ass.”

“Please, don’t stop.” Never. I will die on my knees for her. Running my hands all over her body, I grab, twist, pull and caress a little bit of everything.

I somehow find two functional brain cells to rub together and put one foot in front of the other, eventually making my way into the bathroom. I feel good when he treats me like this because I don’t have to think, I just do what I’m told. And the way he looks at me, the way he touches me… I turn into a Goddess on the inside and out.

I love you, FLIP. Erin gawks at it. “FLIP? You’re calling me Flip now?” “You flip your shit, you flip houses, and you flip off everyone who pisses you off.”