Sweet Satisfaction

Y ’all, this book means so much to me. I don’t know if I can tell you how much I love the water and how many epic summer romances I’ve had at the beach. Maybe you catch a hint of that in here. Blake has a softer side than a lot of my alphas, and I think that’s what I love about him. He struggles with being a leader. He struggles with his family’s past. He has a broken heart and is scared to death to fall in love again. Haven’t you met that guy before? The one who is hot as hell, but he’s damaged beyond belief? Yeah, well that’s Blake. And I love him for it! Because eventually we all know that guy—the one who says he can’t commit or can’t love again—he does. He always does .

I hope you loved reading Dirty Game. I loved writing it and bringing these characters to you .

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One

Kaitlyn

“M iss, you need to turn off all of your electronic devices.” The flight attendant smiled while she shoved a tightly packed bag into the compartment over my head .

I nodded. “All right .”

I powered down my phone, and tucked it in the pocket of my bag before pushing it under the seat with my feet. The man next to me edged me off the armrest with his elbow. I sighed, realizing the three-hour flight to Houston from Raleigh was going to suck .

This was not how I pictured the start of my vacation. I blamed Branch. “The asshole,” was how I referred to him now and forever .

I ran my fingers through my hair. It was shorter now. Shorter than I had worn it the entire time I was in college .

Ok, I admit it was a little rash to chop my hair into shaggy shoulder-length strands. Maybe I didn’t think through my options as carefully as I should have, but I knew Branch loved my long hair. He would tangle his fingers through it, and beg me to pull it down every time I pulled it in a ponytail. I lashed out at him with something I knew he would notice. I wasn’t going to cry over him. Or beg .

I tugged on the ends now, forcing myself not to regret it. It would grow .

The plane lifted off and I thought about the break up .

“I think we’ve grown apart. We’re not the same people we were when we first started dating,” Branch stated, pressing his lips together .

My suitcase was on the bed. I needed to pull some things together fo

r our trip. I hadn’t packed a single thing, and we were supposed to leave in three days .

He continued, speaking plainly. “I thought it was the right thing to do. You know, tell you now instead of trying to make it through a trip together. It’s time for us to end this .”

“Is there someone else?” It was the only question I could put together. My brain tried to wade through the muck of Branch’s words .

“Not exactly. You know, I just want to keep my options open .”

Options open? I almost laughed in his face .

He leaned over and patted me on the back as if I was one of his fraternity brothers. “You’ll get over this, Kaitlyn. You know we’ve run our course. It couldn’t last forever.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve gotta go. I’m meeting some of the guys back at the house .”

I could have tried to stop him. I could have put up a fight. I could have given him a good reason to stay together. But I couldn’t think of one. Not a single reason the two of us should be together. I let him walk out of my room. It was clear there wasn’t anything left to fight for. I walked straight to my bathroom and picked up the scissors .

“You from Texas?” the armrest hog asked

“Uh. No. Visiting.” I shook the breakup from my mind .

“What part?” He was leaning closer, which I didn’t think was possible with the proximity of our seats. I wished I had paid for an upgrade .

“South Padre.” I wanted to retrieve my phone and pretend I was busy .

He chuckled. “Yep, it’s that time of year. Let me guess… post-graduation vacation ?”