Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(13)

“You’ll never feel this again,” he whispered against my hair, still fucking me, his cock throbbing inside me. “I’m it. Give in to me. Give it all to me.”

“I am,” I cried, leaning my head back against his shoulder as his lips took mine, his tongue moving into my mouth in a kiss so sloppy but also so fucking hot. Pulling away, he bit into my bottom lip before I wailed out, “I’m yours.”

“That’s fucking right. All mine,” he demanded before he slammed into me once more, our bodies stilling as he filled me, twitching against me as he came. His body felt so hard against mine as he trapped me in his arms and rolled over so that my back was against his chest. Gasping for breath, he trailed his lips along the back of my head as he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you all night.”

I couldn’t say anything but “Okay.”

“And you’re not going to stop me.”

“I’m not.”

“Because you want me.”

“I do.”

“You love me. You do. You just don’t want to.”

Jerking awake, I sat up quickly, and the motion had me gagging. Covering my mouth, I swallowed back the bile as my eyes adjusted to my dark room. Looking around, I inhaled through my nose as my heart jackhammered in my chest. I looked around my bed, and thank sweet baby Jesus, it was empty.

“Fucking hell.”

That dream was so vivid. It felt so damn real, my pussy was still throbbing. But that wasn’t what scared the hell out of me. No, it wasn’t even that I was fucking Gus Persson. It was what he had said. Love him? That was insane. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Ever. It was a joke. My dream was playing a joke on me.

But fucking fuck, it felt so damn real…





Chapter Eight





Bo





“Liz, have you seen my bank card?”

Throwing things around, looking for my bank card, I let out a long breath. My head was pounding, I had dry mouth like crazy, and I was so sexually frustrated I was sure I was going to snap in half. I tried to get a release last night, but every time I tried, Gus’s stupid face came into view, and back came the dream. Nasty cycle. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t like him, not even a little bit. He was everything I hated and more. Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and all I wanted was his lips on mine once more. I wanted to press myself up against him. Feel his length against my swollen pussy, and fuck, I wanted him between my legs. As long as he didn’t open his mouth, I could ride him for hours.

Oh my God, I was becoming like the other girls! After one night, I was under that stupid, cocky asshole’s spell! How in the world! I was not that pathetic. But then, what if I did just give in? One night and done. He was known for that. No, I wasn’t that person! I was better than that. But damn it, I wanted him. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about. Why was my life so hard?

No one to blame but myself.

“Where the hell is my card!”

I grabbed the jeans I wore the night before and shook them as Lizzy, looking like a hot, tired mess, stumbled out of her room and leaned into my doorway. “Can you stop yelling? I feel like death.”

“You look it too,” I snapped back at her as I tore my purse open again.

“Wow. Thanks.”

“Dude, this isn’t funny. I need my card. Fuck me,” I groaned, almost in tears. This wasn’t me. I was very good about keeping up with my stuff. But no, I went to a bar, I drank, and ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves to meet idiot Bo.

“Did you call the Penalty Box?”

I hadn’t. I picked up my phone and dialed, tapping my foot on the ground as I checked the time. I didn’t have much time to get to the rink for my lessons, which meant I could kiss eating breakfast goodbye. When the waitress answered, she informed me that my card hadn’t been turned in.

Letting my hand fall to my thigh, I groaned loudly. “No, it’s not there.”

“I’m sure it’s in here somewhere. I’ll keep looking. Go to work,” Lizzy said as she slowly fell into the couch, burying her face in the pillow.

“Please look for me. I’m about to be late.”

She waved me off, nodding her head. “I promise I will look as soon as my head stops pounding.”

I wanted to cry, but I had no choice but to agree and rush out the door.

Ugh, it was going to be a long fucking day.



I wanted to say I was one of those really great coaches that left everything at the door and taught my kids, but unfortunately I couldn’t say that. I coached to the best of my abilities, but my mind kept going back to where the hell my card could be. I was completely panicking. Between each session, I texted Lizzy, but she hadn’t found it. It was driving me up a wall because I couldn’t figure out where the hell it could be. I stuck it in my pants after I paid last night. I didn’t even transfer it to my wallet when I got home. I just went to bed after throwing my clothes everywhere. Lizzy had said she had searched my room, but no luck, which meant I was screwed.

On top of that, there was still another problem—my rattling loins. Yes, I said my rattling loins. Too many romance novels had ruined me. But my life was not a romance novel. If anything, it was a biography of all the dumb shit I had done in my life. Wanting to sleep with Gus Persson took up half the book. I mean, what was I even thinking? It went against everything I wanted! It went against everything I’d said! I would basically be the person he said I was if I went through with it.