Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(9)

“I won’t?” I asked, my voice husky and all kinds of wrong. My whole body was burning, and I wanted more than anything to do what she asked, but I couldn’t. Not yet. “How do you know?”

“Because I bet you can’t even get it up. You’d probably break under the pressure of everyone seeing.”

Oh, she was funny. Laughing, I shook my head. “I never snap under pressure. Ever.”

“Says the guy who is just standing there, staring at me.”

“I don’t even know your name. I like to know a lady’s name before I fuck her.”

That surprised her but only for a second before her swag came back. “You do? I never would have suspected that. But I did suspect you’d do nothing, because you aren’t the guy you want everyone to believe you are. You want the attention, you thrive off it, but when it comes to a woman who could actually challenge you, you snap like a twig. You aren’t made for the real connection. You’re made for the fake fuck. And until you figure that out, you’ll be alone and pathetic, fucking everyone you see.”

Wow. Why did that annoy me? “You don’t know shit.”

She feigned innocence. “I don’t?”

She was driving me insane, and before I could think or stop myself, I took her face in my hands. She smelled like heaven, and I felt like I was at the pearly gates right as my lips touched hers. They were so thick, like honey, and tasted just as sweet. I could hear commotion around us, but then I couldn’t. I was too focused on her lips and the feel of her sweet cheeks against my hands. It was mind-blowing. I wasn’t one to assume a kiss could rock my world, but then again, according to this chick, I was going to be alone for the rest of my life.

The kiss was over before it could really get started as she whipped back, her eyes wide as she yelled, “How dare you!”

With a smug grin, I said, “You said I wouldn’t. Guess you were wrong.”

Flabbergasted, she backed away, and when she started to shake her fist, I had to hold back my laughter. “I said you wouldn’t fuck me against every surface! So I wasn’t wrong because you didn’t.”

I held my finger up. “No, you said take what I want, and I wanted your mouth on mine. I got it.”

“You son of a bitch.”

I grinned. “Actually, my mom is really nice. She’d love you.” With a wink, I was rewarded with a frustrated scream that had my groin tight. “And don’t worry, I’ll get you to tell me your name. So I can scream it.”

Our eyes stayed locked for another second before I winked once more and then turned around slowly, clapping my hands as I met Max’s wide gaze.

“Maxy, ready for another round?”

I glanced back at her and saw her hands were shaking. She looked like she was going to attack me, and all I could do was grin.

And she thought she was going to put me in my place.

Hah.





Chapter Six





Bo





“That cocky son of a bitch.”

“Um, did anyone else see the fireworks?” Lizzy asked, her eyes wide and full of all things gooey and sweet. Like how they always got when we would watch a stupid romance movie. She loved that shit, but I’d be damned if she put that fake shit on me. That was not my jam.

But before I could even mutter anything, Maci squealed, “Yes! Oh my goodness! They are so into each other.”

“I’m right here,” I complained, but obviously no one was listening.

“Did you see the way he looked at her?” Natalie asked. “It was so hot. So hot. And oh my God, I’m hot everywhere.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I mumbled as Lizzy pointed to Natalie.

“Right? I mean, holy moly. Bo, tell me you didn’t feel that?”

I looked her dead in the face. “I felt nothing but my hate fire growing fast and hot.”

“Right! I’m hot too!”

For the love of God. I was getting nowhere with these people. All I felt was my growing anger toward Gus. How dare he! He didn’t know me! He was delusional, and how dare he say those things! He basically made me out to be some smart girl who fluttered around, acting dumb. That wasn’t me. He and his stupid antics could go right to hell!

And that kiss?

Argh! Oh, how he used my words against me. That son of a bitch! Even if he did taste like everything right and wrong in the world. Or that his lips took mine in a way I had never experienced before. Because, damn it, I didn’t want to experience it!

Damn it!

Stewing, I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest as the girls went on and on about how fucking hot Gus Persson was. I bet he was watching, loving every second of it. He strived for this kind of attention. It was all a ploy, another way to get all the attention. He was so pathetic, and I wished he would just go away. But he wouldn’t, not anytime soon. Which was annoying as hell.

Ugh.

When his laughter filled the room—the obnoxious sound sending chills down my spine—my gaze cut to where he was leaning on the pool table. His whole body was moving with the motion of his laughter. Glaring, I watched as he leaned into his pool stick, his jaw slack as the guy in front of him said something that was apparently very funny. Looking at his dark hair and thick jaw, I wanted to say he looked like Jesse, the guy who had fucked me over, just like Gus had said. But he didn’t look like Jesse. Jesse had soft features and wasn’t that big. Gus took up the whole room. He was so big, so handsome, and fuck, yeah, maybe he did do something to my insides, but I’d never act on it. Not even in my drunken state.