Wow that was one wild ride.
I loved book one, and this one was even better.
I felt so bad for Flynn in book one when he lost out, but was
so happy he helped her win. Now Flynn has met Lucky. And
I am so ready for him to win this time and get Lucky.
( Pun intended) you will know what i mean when you read the
book. Unfortunately for Flynn, Lucky is dating the bands lead
singer he signed on to open for. But Ryder is an A$$, he
should get to have her and all the other women he wants.
they try to fight their attraction. But you know what they say.
We do not choice who we fall in love with, It just happens.
I can not wait to see what is next from Mrs Keeland. She is an
amazing writer. I know what ever it is will be amazing.
At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl’s fantasy
became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly
falling for another man. The problem was—the two
men—they shared a tour bus.
bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?
the lobby lounge serves coffee beginning at six a.m.,
I’m pretty sure of myself that she’ll be down there. But when
I step off the elevator, the lobby is quiet. Empty. The coffee
urns are just being set up in the lounge. I pour two mugs,
make them just as we like it, and settle on one of the
couches on the far side of the room where it’s private, yet
I can still keep an eye on the door.
Then my eyes catch a pair of pink-painted toes in flip-flops.
I don’t know why, but it’s in this moment that I realize,
myself I’d never do.
wrong. Thinking a woman is beautiful and spending time
with her doesn’t have to turn into anything, right? They’re
just toes after all. But look how cute they are. I’ve never
been a foot guy, yet I wouldn’t mind sucking… Stop.
Just stop. We’re just friends.
past and not fucked them? Yep. I’m screwed. I need to get
the hell out of here.
My eyes lazily travel up from her toes.
the thin shirt she wears to sleep on and I’m eye-level with the
sexiest taut nipples I’ve ever seen.
nowhere to be found. I’m sure she’s in the back alley
smoking, even though she swears every day that she’s quit.
I check the IDs of three very young-looking pretty girls—
they’re over twenty-one, but barely.
I can’t miss their conversation.
Orgasm for their intended target. I mix the vodka, Bailey’s
and Kahlua and pour it over a tumbler of ice.
The brunette next to him with her full boobage on display is
giving him her rapt attention when I walk over. Yet I feel his
eyes on me as I walk down the long bar. I’m used to being
hit on. Men seem to find an attractive woman whose sole
purpose is to deliver them alcohol an alluring combination.
They tend to become even bolder after tossing back a few drinks.
I don’t need to look up as I pour to know Beautiful Man is still
watching me. The hair on the back of my neck is all the
confirmation I need. He never takes his gaze off me, even
when I turn, catch his eyes, and silently call him on his staring.
even hotter up close. Sandy-brown, shoulder-length hair
tousled just the right amount to make him look like he’s just
gotten laid. Long, lean torso, tattoos on his forearms peeking
out from his long-sleeve fitted shirt. Nice. Then he smiles.
Dimples. Yep. He definitely just got laid.
then drop my eyes down to the drink,
leading him to follow.
He smirks—it’s sexy as hell, and he knows it.
beneath the surface.
“It’s from the three barely legal ladies down at the end.”
I nod in their direction and all three smile broadly and wave.
with a name that tells you what their plans are for you later is
nonetheless. “Sorry. But you get the Doublemint triplets as
a consolation prize.” I shrug, trying to come off nonchalant,
and turn to walk away. This close to him, the guy is making
me fidget. It’s a big bar, but the way he looks at me makes
me feel like we’re in a confined space.
“What’s your name?”
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