didn’t even know much about my mother, but when I was twelve and she left, he was broken. How could you not be? How could you not be broken when you thought you had everything? I truly believed my dad loved my mother. She was beautiful, full of life and put on her happy face to make things look real. When she left, she crushed my dreams and left my dad a broken shell. It had taken a lot of years to put us back together. My dad never seriously dated again. I became a serial dater, never committing, knowing that I needed to be the first to leave, rather than be left.
I heard a gentle knock on my door. I stood up and walked slowly to the door, only to be surprised to see Ty standing outside. He was so ruggedly handsome. So different from everyone else. But was he? Or was it just an illusion. I couldn’t fall under an illusion again, couldn’t risk it.
“Hey,” he said as he smiled at me.
Why did I think he was anything different?
That this situation was different.
Being friends with him would only lead to something else, something that had more meaning and something that would break my heart. I had enough heartbreak in my life and if I didn’t protect it, I would end up too broken to put myself back together again.
This all meant that I needed one thing from Ty and then it was time to let him go.
Every thought running through my mind, I put to the side. I shut down every emotion I was feeling. I put away all the sadness away in my head and put on my sexy smile, the Jolene that was on the prowl and always got what she wanted came out to play.
“Hey,” I said softly. It was flipping a switch, being the Jolene I had to be in order to protect myself.
“I thought I would stop by and ask if you want to go on a run in the morning?”
I smirked. “You could’ve have texted me. It’s amazing what technology can do these days.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped and rocked back on his feet. “I wanted to see you. It gave me an excuse.”
And me an excuse to ravish him.
“That’s sweet,” I told him. “Why don’t you come in?”
I opened the door wider as he stepped in and went by me, his arm brushing mine. Even the simplest touch sent tingles down my body. It was like I had never touched a man before. It had apparently been too long since I had a good romp in bed. Time to fix that.
Ty stood and scanned over the small cabin. My bed was in view from the living room, hidden away in the small alcove. The warm flannel sheets and down comforter were in a tangle of white and tan, clearly showing my lack of tidiness.
He turned back to me and gave me a small smile. “How was your day?” he asked.
Wrong question.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ty
It was instinct to come over here. It seemed foolish to stop by to ask a question but I wanted to see her. When I asked her how her day was, such a simple question, I saw her cringe quickly and then hide it as fast.
Instead, the face she put on was one I never had seen before. Her smile was sexy as fuck as she lowered her lashes and leaned in, putting her hand on one hip. While seduction filled her face, confusion was blatant on mine. Last I knew, I was in the friend zone, but this was definitely a look of someone who wanted her prey in bed, underneath or above, I don’t think she cared at this point.
As much as I would love to have her beneath me, those eyes trained on me as she got lost in the rhythm of our bodies, I knew this was something to approach very carefully.
“My day?” she asked me as she cocked her head, her full dark hair falling to one side. All I wanted to do was run my hands through that silky mass of hair and grab her by the back of the neck as I brought her lips to mine. She was air and I was taking deep breaths of it, falling under her spell. The desire I had for her was insane as I felt my dick grow hard. Her eyes took me in, like I was a man waiting to be devoured. Every cell in my body was telling me that was exactly what she wanted
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