on September 1st, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
One shot at a second chance.
I fell madly in love at first sight with Jane Lewis.
The girl with bright blue eyes, a pretty smile, and great ass owned my heart. I thought she was happy with the status quo, but ten years later, I foolishly let her go. Despite dating other women, no one compares to my first love. We are meant to be together, and IÔÇÖm going to try my damnedest to convince her of that.
Luke Anders tricked me. The deal was sealed before I knew he was behind it.
We agreed to be just friends. Simple. Easy. But itÔÇÖs not just the weather thatÔÇÖs hot in Texas. I was a fool to think I could resist him. He knows how to work his charms and those kissable lips, that great jaw, and biceps. We are here to work, but he has become downright distracting.
IÔÇÖm strong. I can handle one month of his flirtatious sexual torture. But if I happen to fall in bed with that sexy bastard for a night, or three, does that make me weak? Asking for a friend, of course.
I guess IÔÇÖm about to find out when love gets messy, itÔÇÖs not just the talk thatÔÇÖs dirty.
ÔÇ£What if I touched you right where you want to be touched?ÔÇØ I slide my hand up her thigh, inching her skirt up slowly. Her breath catches, the quiet gasp making me smile. ÔÇ£What if I touched you right where you pretend to be so protective? I know you. I know you like it dirty . . . maybe even a little rough.ÔÇØ
She finds her voice, though itÔÇÖs affected, sexy. ÔÇ£A lot.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£What is that?ÔÇØ
Clearing her throat, she says, ÔÇ£I like it rough. Really rough.ÔÇØ
The right side of my mouth curves up, my hand stalling just below the apex of her thighs when my phone buzzes. I release a sigh. Grabbing the phone from my pocket, I sit up and read the text: LetÔÇÖs get the fuck out of here. I look back at the black-haired raven IÔÇÖve left squirming on the metal barstool next to me. Pity. IÔÇÖd like to explore exactly how she likes it, but duty calls. Standing up suddenly, I grab my wallet and slap some bills down for the drinks.
ÔÇ£What are you doing?ÔÇØ she demands, desperation lacing her tone as her eyes go wide.
I tuck my wallet back into the inside pocket of my Vittori suit jacket and kiss her on the cheek. Since IÔÇÖm there, I add with a wink, ÔÇ£I bet weÔÇÖd be so fucking good together.ÔÇØ Straightening upright, I smirk. ÔÇ£My apologies. I hate to run, but unfortunately, I have a prior engagement I canÔÇÖt get out of. Maybe we can pick this up another time. IÔÇÖll see you around, sweetheart.ÔÇØ
She huffs. ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre a playboy bastard, Luke Anders,ÔÇØ rolls off her tongue in frustrated anger as she spins back to the bar.
I know. Not turning back, I nod. ItÔÇÖs not the first time IÔÇÖve been called a playboy or a bastard. Name-calling doesnÔÇÖt bother me. Not getting laid tonight does.
Pushing open the exit door that leads to the alley, my asshole friends are waiting near the car theyÔÇÖve pulled around.
The rusting red door slams shut, the click of the lock heard loudly behind me. The alley is quiet compared to the loud music that blares inside the club. ÔÇ£Fuckers.ÔÇØ With my arms out wide, I yell, ÔÇ£What the fuck? WhereÔÇÖs the fire? I was closing the deal.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£We were saving you, man. Trust me on that.ÔÇØ My best friend is standing in front of the car with his arms crossed over his chest. Danny Weston is one of the best people I know, but right now, heÔÇÖs pissing me the fuck off.
ÔÇ£Saving me from what?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Ask Blaise. He has firsthand knowledge.ÔÇØ
When I shoot an annoyed look in BlaiseÔÇÖs direction, he clams up. With hands up in surrender, he backs away toward the driverÔÇÖs door. ÔÇ£I canÔÇÖt help that the ladies love me.ÔÇØ Thus confirming heÔÇÖs already hit that pretty kitty.
I walk to the passengerÔÇÖs side of the car, punching Danny on the arm when I pass him. ÔÇ£Shit, man, just give me a heads-up next time. I wasted some of my best lines on her.ÔÇØ
Danny claims the front seat, so I duck into the back seat of a restored 1969 black Gran Torino. Cocky behind the wheel, Blaise takes off before we even have our seatbelts on, and says, ÔÇ£Stop hitting on everyone that takes pity on you then.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Fuck you. I can get any woman I want. No oneÔÇÖs taking pity on me.ÔÇØ
Danny breaks into the argument, ÔÇ£You guys really need to find a new hobby.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£One-night stands are plenty entertaining,ÔÇØ Blaise retorts, smiling.
Danny puts his arm on the back of the seat and turns toward me. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm not going to lecture youÔÇöÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Again,ÔÇØ I add.
ÔÇ£Again,ÔÇØ he repeats while rolling his eyes. ÔÇ£But weÔÇÖve talked about this a fuck ton of times. SheÔÇÖs not Jane and until you figure out what the hell is going on there, or if anything is going on there, these women are all the sameÔÇöjust another disappointment youÔÇÖre going to have in the morning because theyÔÇÖre not her.ÔÇØ
Blaise verbally steps in, ÔÇ£Damn, dude, why so deep? YouÔÇÖre bringing me down.ÔÇØ
Danny laughs. I donÔÇÖt. WeÔÇÖve been friends for many years now, so Danny knows my game. He knows me well enough to know what IÔÇÖm doing. Until I sort out this mess with the first woman I ever loved, the rest are just regrets waiting to happen, along with the regrets I canÔÇÖt take back.
But I know him well too. We relate in a way that Blaise doesnÔÇÖt understand, on a level that one day heÔÇÖd be lucky to experience. No matter what IÔÇÖve been through with Jane, IÔÇÖve loved, hard. I know what it means to love and to be loved. I have no regrets when it comes to Jane, except one: letting her go.
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