Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)

by Grace Reilly

“You’re such a little brat.” “So punish me,”

Fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. She’s a brat, but she’s a good girl, and right now, she’s mine.

unrepentant lettucehead

I don’t like Penny Ryder like that. She’s not my schoolboy crush. She’s my friend and we’re kindred spirits in the sack, but that doesn’t make me want to be her boyfriend. Even if all my wet dreams lately have involved her. Even if her laughter is so adorable, it makes my chest hurt. Even if I’ve never enjoyed sex more, and I haven’t even gotten my dick inside her anywhere but her mouth. Even if my favorite recent memory is cuddling with her in my bed while watching Lord of the Rings. “It’s not happening,” I tell him. “Even if I wanted it, which I don’t, she doesn’t.”

I can’t stop grinning. She’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever had, and if I’m being honest, she’s ruining me for anyone else.

I’m playing for my family. My father. But most of all, I’m playing for my Lucky Penny.

She’s my girl. Maybe it’s not official, but it’s the truth. She’s mine, and the second she admits that to herself, I’m going to shout it from the fucking rooftops.

“Such a fucking brat, Red. Take it off before I rip it right off your body.”

“Dude, you were looking at her like she—what do they say? Hung the moon? You were looking at her like that. Like she climbed up on a ladder and put it in the sky just for you.”

“Piece by fucking piece, so slow you’re begging me to rip them. Then I’d put you over my lap because that’s where brats belong, and just look.”

“I’d choose you in every universe. I took my heart out of my chest and handed it over to you, raw and red, and it’s yours forever. You own it, and even if you try to give it back, if you abandon it, I won’t take it.”