Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

For the bad boys, who are probably just big softies underneath it all.

I’ve known I was bi for a few years now, but I’ve never been with a guy or even crushed on one. Girls have always been more. . . available to me, but I’m much pickier when it comes to the male species. But now. . . This boy. . . this boy has me all twisted up inside, and I’m ready to fucking unravel for him.

He’s too good for me, of that I’m certain. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Regardless, I’m still going for him, even if I have to be his friend first.

“Side quest. Make Lincoln say fuck.”

So fucking proper and polite. But the fact that he’s actually a freak in bed, and it’s just for me. . . Shit.

He’s ruining me for anyone else. And I can’t find it in me to care at all.

It’s the full-circle realization that I don’t want to be friends. Or best friends. I want to be more, so much more. I’m talking life-altering, soul-consuming, the I-can’t-breath-without-you type of more.

“You’re just an illusion. No way you’re real. You can’t possibly be real,” I whisper.

His fingertips circle the life-like compass on my forearm. “What’s this one mean?” His voice is soft and earnest, like he really wants to know. “To guide me. Show me where to go when I’m lost,” I murmur. Our eyes lock, and an intense energy pulses between us. So strong it’s tangible “And are you lost now?” There’s hope in his tone. “Not when I’m with you,”