When I inherited Grandpa’s house, I had no plans to stick around. One night back home in Reckless Falls is more than enough.
But he’s in my way.
Derek Granger. The high school bad boy. The one I spent every night daydreaming about. I thought I knew what to expect with him. He was a misguided kid back then, but now?
What is he hiding?
I don’t care that Derek has piercing eyes and cheekbones that could cut glass. I definitely don’t care about his reputation for a huge… ego. Derek is an arrogant, drunken party boy. I need him gone.
But when he looks at me with those dark eyes, his voice heavy with desire, I can barely manage to whisper, “Stay.”
She’s the one who left, not me. Even though I had every reason to go. She ran away and broke her parents’ hearts.
Now, she’s back from her glitzy life and she wants something from me.
Little Miss Priss thinks she’s entitled to everything just because she’s a star. She can bat those pretty eyelashes at me. She can strut around in that curve-hugging dress and those tall boots.
She can throw me against the wall and beg me to f*ck her, hard.
She’s not kicking me out of my house.
But I just might invite her into my bed.
She raised her hips and I hissed sharply when I pulled down her sodden jeans to reveal the creamy white skin of her thighs. Her panties were soaked, whether from snowmelt or desire I wasn’t sure, but the way the simple white cotton had gone achingly translucent had my cock throbbing painfully. “Shit baby, are you wet for me already?” I wondered, sliding a finger along that pretty cleft. “You’re so warm,” I groaned, bending down to kiss it. “You burned my lips.”
“Unh,” she moaned, arching her hips towards me. “Sorry,” she babbled.
“It’s okay,” I told her. I hooked my fingers around her panties and slid them down. “Let’s see if my tongue can cool you down.”