Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

My heart’s in the game.

Fuck! It definitely isn’t a good sign.

Chapter Fourteen

I let go of Morgan, allowing her to drive off and think about my words. Even surprising myself. That kiss. Fuck. It left me craving more of her. It’s times like this I need my own place, my own room, where I can jerk off for hours, or better yet, bring her back and fuck that beautiful body of hers.

The longer the drive back home, the longer it allows my thoughts to linger on her. What the fuck is it about her that does this to me? Confused by my own feelings, I hit dial on my cell and call on Dr. Kate.

“Wazzup!” she barrels through the phone.

“Is every conversation going to start this way? You’re like fifteen years too late,” I complain.

“Oh, boo you. Anyway, what’s going on?”

“So, I met Scarlett tonight—”

“OMG! Are you serious? What’s she like? Is she as beautiful as she is in the movies? Are her tits real or fake?”

“Yeah she is, and quite nice.”

“Nice? Are you talking about Scarlett Winters or my nanna?”

“I kissed Morgan,” I blurt out, unsure as to why.

“Oh…” Kate goes quiet for a long while. “French kiss or Aussie kiss?”

“Excuse me? Aussie kiss? What the hell is that?”

“A few of the Australian guys that I bunked with when I was younger used to say it a lot. You know, a kiss down under,” she hints playfully.

I let out a laugh. How I would desperately love to give her an Aussie kiss. In fact, now it’s all I can think about. Damn Kate.

“Thanks for the visual. I’m pretty much going to go home and jerk off to the thought of an Aussie kiss. Oh, wait . . .” I exaggerate, “I can’t... because I’m staying in a zoo.”

“Charlie would sooo kill you for saying that.”

“Nope, she calls it a zoo and she’s the zoo master,” I joke.

With a huge sigh, I release my frustrations. “I really need my own place.”

“Sorry. Maybe you should surprise Morgan. Knock on her door with a bottle of champagne and a trench coat with nothing on underneath.”

“Firstly, I don’t know where she lives. Secondly, men don’t do that. Free-balling is not cool. At least free-balling under a trench coat.” I turn the conversation to a more serious tone. “Kate, what does this mean? I’ve never wanted to kiss a girl. But she pissed me off. I was so angry at her for one… flaking on me, and two… the fact that she lied about being Scarlett’s sister.”

“She’s Scarlett’s sister,” Kate exclaims. I nod, even though she can’t see me. “Okay, so here it is. You won’t like what I have to say. You only want her because she doesn’t want you. You’re always used to clicking your fingers and getting a woman in bed. She obviously has something going on and you’re not that person. Let it go, and if she wants you, she’ll make it happen.”

“I don’t like that.”

“Of course, you don’t,” she roars. “Because it means you won’t get laid like right now. What about Scarlett?”

“She’s a movie star, Kate.”

“Uh-huh... just not Morgan, right?”

I let out a frustrated breath, as Kate yells out loud, “You fucking wanker. Stop honking your horn you goddamn knob.”