Filthy Boy (The Puck Boys of Brooks University, #3)

by Hannah Gray

Brody O’Brien

I’m not only a taker, but I’m a giver too. And, boy, don’t I like to give.

But sex isn’t love. It’s a healthy release that everyone needs.

Bria Collins.

I’m nobody’s Prince Charming. Unless, in your fantasy, Prince Charming fucks you silly and sends you on your way, best keep walking.

“We meet again, Wildflower.”

I’m a good time. Plus, I’m not just a taker. I like to give too.”

Brody O’Brien might have just become my best friend. And now, we have a pact that will keep us tied together. At least for a little while.

I kiss her forehead without even realizing what I’m doing.

She’s quickly becoming the highlight of my days. I don’t date, and I sure as hell don’t do relationships or jealousy. So, why the hell am I worried she’s going to flirt with someone who isn’t me?

All I know is, for the first time in my life, I feel like I have someone who knows what it’s like to go through hell and live to tell the tale. And somehow, that makes everything seem better.

And I wish I could be that person all the time, I think but know better than to say it out loud.

I’ve never asked for an angel. Because an angel couldn’t handle me. Bria Collins might not be anyone’s angel, but she might just be my savior.

Slowly but surely, she’s become my favorite human being. And I don’t even think she realizes it.

“Wildflowers for my Wildflower. Because they are resilient. No one has to nurture them for them to grow and be whatever the hell they are going to be. They do it on their own. They weather all the storms, continuing to thrive. And despite that so many flowers are planted into perfect rows or kept in plant pots just for looks … wildflowers grow where they please. They make their own

rules.” Kissing my cheek, he nods. “Just like you. You’re not trying to be like every other flower you see. You’re you. And thank fuck for that. Because you’re my favorite person in the entire world.”

want you to know you are enough, Brody. And I hope, one day, you’ll believe that too. Because I know I do.”

“You are ruining me, Bria. Single-fucking-handedly destroying me. And it’s not little by little. It’s huge fucking pieces, all at once.”

“Am I that unlovable?” She weeps. “What is wrong with me?” I stiffen. Her words making me feel like a pile of shit. The lowest of the low.

“She took me to Disney World. Disney World. And I think I fell in love with her for it. How dumb is that?” I let the tears fall, but I don’t try to stop them.