Book Two: ShamelessFrom the corner of my eye, I watch Poppy as she lounges on the counter in the garage as I work under the hood of a Ford Mustang GT. The carburetor has been running a little rough, and I'm hoping that if I give it a good cleaning, it'll take care of the problem. If not, the old one will need to be replaced.Instead of concentrating on the car, I glance at the girl who forced her way into my life. I can't go more than a few minutes without her normally smiling face popping into my head.She's been unusually quiet since walking through the door almost an hour ago.Now that I think about it, she's been preoccupied for the past couple of days. I'm not sure what it means.Maybe nothing.Maybe something.It's the maybe something that concerns me.Even though alt rock plays in the background, her silence feels deafening. I've tried several times to start up a conversation.Each one has stalled.Normally, the girl is a veritable chatterbox. Talking about her day before
Book Two: Shameless"Give me your honest opinion." Anne holds up a pale pink blouse at the boutique we've spent the last twenty minutes browsing in. "What do you think of this?"She sent a text the other day, asking if I'd like to do a little shopping and then grab lunch. Since my classes are all scheduled in the morning, I agreed. She's a district attorney for the county, and every so often, she likes to play hooky.Anne came into my life when I was ten years old and still mourning the loss of my mother. She was married and lost her husband to colon cancer a year before Mom died. They met in a support group and struck up a friendship before it eventually turned into something more. I'm glad Dad is married again, and that Anne is the woman in his life. I wouldn't want him to be alone.And neither would Mom."It's really cute." I consider the silky top for a few seconds. "It'll look nice paired with your light gray suit."She flashes a smile before sending me a wink. "My thought
Book Two: Shameless"The team's really shaping up," Coach says, standing next to me on the sidelines with a clipboard in hand. "Moving Erickson to the O line was the right decision."I nod in agreement. "He's comfortable there and will make more of an impact.""Yup." He yanks off his ballcap before wiping the sweat from his brow. "It's hot as Hades out here."I glance at the cloudless sky. He's not joking. Even though it's the middle of September, temperatures are still hovering in the eighties. On the turf, it feels even hotter. Some of these boys aren't from the South. They're not used to this kind of heat and humidity."I have to say that you joining the program midway through the summer has gone smoother than expected.""It's been a great experience so far," I tell him."How are your classes? I know you were worried about them giving you trouble. Is that still a concern?""Nope, they're going well." Which is a surprise. I fully expected to crash and burn. "There was a bit
Book Two: Shameless"Your dad is planning to fire up the grill when he gets home," Anne calls out from the kitchen where she's preparing a few salads to go along with dinner."That sounds good," I answer back from the living room where I've been camped out for the past couple of hours doing homework. Even though I have my own place, I've been spending more time here lately. I like being around Anne and Dad. And having the pool in the backyard is certainly no hardship. Sometimes, it's just nice to stop by, eat a homecooked meal, study for a bit, and then lay out by the water.I promised myself that I'd study for another hour and enjoy their backyard oasis before heading to my place for the night.When the doorbell rings, Anne says, "Would you mind answering that?""Sure." I jump off the couch and pad to the door before yanking the handle.My eyes widen when I find Mason standing on the porch with his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his khaki shorts. "Hi.""Hey." His solemn gaz
"Can you believe this is the last time we're going to walk through those doors as seniors?" my best friend, Lanie, asks as we step inside the three-story brick building.I shake my head. "It's still feels surreal."How are we old enough to graduate from high school and take that next step? There are times when it feels like we just started as freshmen. And now we're done. Another chapter closed. Some of our classmates will relocate to different states for the next phase of their lives. Lanie and I were accepted at Claremont University, a local college in town, and will be rooming together in the dorms.As we navigate our way through the crowded hallway, an air of excitement crackles in the atmosphere. Everyone is smiling and laughing as streamers and confetti litter the floor. The energy is infectious."We're going to have so much fun at the bash tomorrow. Remember to bring plenty of sunscreen," she tells me, anticipation bubbling up in her voice, "because we're going to be th
"Mmm, baby. I want you so damn much," I growl between kisses. My hand slips beneath her T-shirt before drifting upward until it can cup her breast.When I squeeze the softness, my cock stiffens until it feels like steel. Even though we've been together for years and having sex for a while, touching her-playing with her curvy little body-never gets old. I'm not sure if I'll ever get enough of this girl. She's like an addiction pumping through my veins.I don't think it's possible to love anyone as much as I love Skye Sinclair. She's all I think about. My fucking world revolves around her, and it's difficult to imagine a time when that won't be the case.Her back bows as she arches into my palm. As soon as a throaty whimper escapes from her, I swallow down the sound. I want every single cry that leaves her mouth. No one will ever get to hear them but me.There have been so many lazy summer afternoons spent lying on a blanket at the beach while dreaming of a future together. We
I rise to my feet and shoot Mason another dark look before grabbing the phone from him. Instead of taking the call in the living room so he can hear what's being said, I stalk into my bedroom and slam the door shut behind me.Without my football scholarship, I wouldn't have the money to attend college. We live on a shoestring budget and are barely scrimping by as it is. Even with Mason busting his ass, sometimes working sixty hours a week, there's no way he could afford to pay for tuition on top of everything else. The money Claremont is giving me has been a blessing.Trust me, I'm grateful for everything my brother has done so I can play ball. I can't imagine where I'd be without him. I probably wouldn't have gotten recruited by a top Division I school with almost a full ride and a real shot at making it to the pros.So, yeah...I have a lot of love for my brother. But I fucking hate the way he treats Skye. The funny thing is that it wasn't always this way. There used to be a
The hot summer sun scorches my back as I lounge on my belly with my chin propped on stacked hands and watch the guys play volleyball in the sand. Shirts have been stripped off while boardshorts hang low on lean hips. My gaze stays trained on Hunter. I couldn't look away from his rippling muscles if I tried.He puts all the other boys to shame.There are several small groups of girls in tiny bikinis, trying to catch their attention. A couple of guys show off, flexing and posing as they jump or dive for the ball. Hannah sits a couple of feet away from Hunter. While his attention is focused on the game, hers is fixated on him. Even behind the sunglasses covering her face, the hope and longing that fills her expression is palpable.Every time I bring up her obvious crush, Hunter waves it away as if I'm jealous and don't know what I'm talking about. He doesn't notice that she shadows his every move. Or, if he does, he's oblivious to the fact that her feelings aren't platonic. Part