Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)
Is she crazy? “You think I didn’t notice you?” I admonish.
She shrugs, but that’s not good enough. I’m in knots over her, have been for months—years if I’m being honest. “Trust me, sweetheart, I noticed.”
“Oh yeah?” She arches an eyebrow and pushes up from the bed. With her eyes locked on mine, Adley bends over, scoops her shorts off the floor, and steps into them. Her silky underwear ride up her ass, leaving very little to the imagination. Slowly she stands, dragging her shorts up as she does, and the conversation fades into something I’m much more comfortable with.
This I can handle.
She wiggles her ass. “Is this what you noticed?”
I slide an arm around Adley’s waist and lower my lips to her ear, tickling the soft skin with the scruff on my jaw. “Wiggle that ass again, and it’ll be mine.”
She turns in my arms. “It turns me on when you get all possessive. Makes me want to do it again just to test you.”
“Do it. I promise you won’t make it to whatever appointment you have today, and you’ll be walking funny tomorrow.”
Her eyes widen, lips part, and for a second I think she’s going to take me up on the offer.
“Monroe will never forgive me if I miss our appointment at the bridal shop.”
I kiss her sweet lips and smack her ass before stepping away. “Get out of here before I make us both late.”
“Fine.” She pouts but grabs her shirt off the floor where I tossed it a couple hours ago.
She came by after her final test, and I was more than happy to help her celebrate.
Pulling her shirt back on, she looks up at me. “What are you doing this afternoon?”
“I need to run by Dad’s, and then I’ll head over to The Barn for a few hours to get some training in. Is your gas tank full?”
She grins and slips her shoes on. “Yes.”
“Good girl. Text me when you get to Heaven.”
“Always,” she says, turning toward the door. “Goodbye, Lincoln.”
“See ya, sunshine.”
She blows me a kiss and slips out the door.
I’ve always been a man of control. I know when to bend and when to stand strong. I make my mind up about something, and I stick to it, no matter what. But Adley tests that control.
She tempts me to wish for more—to hope for the things I’ve told myself I’ll never have. She’s so sweet, her skin so soft and supple, her body so inviting… Letting her walk out of my home is getting harder and harder.
A Sneak Peek at The Truth About Lennon
K.L. Grayson
Chapter 1
Motorcycle Man
Lennon
“I am beautiful.” The narrator’s soft voice croons through the speakers.
I cringe, but repeat the words. “I am beautiful.”
Everyone has always told me how pretty I am. Gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking—all words used by my parents, friends, teachers, even strangers. But they see who I am on the outside.