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Authors: Joanna Blake
A Bad Boy For Summer (14 page)
By the time I slid back into my seat I was already wondering what I’d gotten myself into exactly.
Jace sat down beside me. The look on his face was pure male satisfaction. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.
“You might regret that Frantastic.”
“What do you mean?”
He leaned over to me, gripping my chin.
“While you use your brain to read all your books, I’m using mine to think of creative ways to fuck you.”
I stared at him, realization dawning.
I had just made a deal with the devil.
It was a good thing I loved him.
A very, very good thing.
Afterword
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A Bad Boy For Summer
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Other works by
Joanna Blake
:
Wanted By The Devil
(Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Still Waters
(Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Safe In His Arms
(Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Devil’s Riders: Before You
(A prequel to the Devil’s Rider’s Trilogy)
Slay Me
(Rock Gods)
Dare Me
(Rock Gods)
Cover Me
(Rock Gods)
Ride With Me
(The Delancey Brothers)
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PLAYER
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Player
“Yo’ Fitz! Your turn man.”
I looked up to see Kyle grinning stupidly as the stripper finished grinding on him. The song was ending and Kyle had his hands all over the dancer’s generous ass. The girl, Crystal something or other, was only wearing a g-string. Her tanned skin gleamed in the dim light.
I drank deeply from my twenty dollar beer. Thankfully drinks were free for the team. As were the lap dances. And anything else that might arise.
Players frequently went home with the dancers from the club. I had myself more than once. The girls were severely hot and more than accommodating. Not to mention flexible.
I shook my head. To be honest, I felt kind of disgusting the last time I woke up next to a girl whose makeup was smeared all over the pillow case. And the sheets. And my cock. When I was drunk, then yeah, I didn’t mind so much. But after…
If I was honest, I preferred the natural look. Like that gorgeous brunette in my economy class. She might be a freshman, but she had all the right equipment. Huge green eyes, a cute nose, gorgeous lips, and the best tits I’d seen in my entire life.
My God those tits could stop traffic. Not to mention her legs were about a mile long. They’d look nice wrapped around me as I drove in and out of her sweet little box.
I adjusted my junk. I was hard just thinking about it.
The dancer walked towards me with a question in her eyes.
“I’ll pass.”
I wasn’t drunk enough to enjoy this tonight. Even after winning yet another game. I should be riding high but instead I just wanted to be alone.
The thing was, I was hardly fucking ever alone.
My teammates, the fans, coaches, girls. I was the center of attention. Non stop.
Growing up, I’d had the opposite problem. My mom had worked two jobs. Sometimes three. And we’d still been dirt poor.
Fuck, poorer than that.
Mud poor.
If you’d ever seen the neighborhood I grew up in, it was probably on the news. Some reporter talking about crime rates. Or how depressed the south side of Chicago was. And how everyone who lived there was either a vandal or a hoodlum.
Or both.
I’d like to say that I hadn’t been one of those criminals but that would be a lie. I’d jacked car stereos, bikes, anything.
The only thing that had saved me from ending up in prison was football.
The game of kings.
Look at me now.
I was still fucking covered in mud.