Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

sweet iced tea,

The author is decidedly NOT southern due to this beverage description

intending to introduce myself to the coaches and any student who might know about the underground fight leagues around here.

Lmao like there’s just an underground fighting ring in every small town in america

“You’re alive, baby, trust me. You’re so fucking alive.”

didn’t earn the nickname Ruthless Remi at my first fight for nothing. I

Lmao

guzzling my fifth beer while Richard observes me like some kind of wild animal in its natural habitat. “I’m starving. I need cheesy eggs.”

His pink lips can barely stretch enough to accommodate my girth, and it’s so fucking sexy.

CAN YOU IMAGINE A DICK SO WIDE THAT YOU CANT FIT IT IN YOUR MOUTH AT ALL. LIKE OPEN YOUR MOUTH AS WIDE AS YOU CAN. AND THEN IMAGINE A DICK THAT WOULDNT FIT THAT

please be careful with yourself. You’re important to me.”

I go bat-shit. Ape-shit. Horse-shit. All the shits.