Used… Broken… Confused…It only took one drunken mistake four years ago for Maddie Harrington to learn that when you fully give yourself over to a man, you should never expect anything in return. Since that night, her views on love have become distorted, believing men would only want her for the pleasure her body could bring them. She in turn finds herself hooking up with random guys, but never keeps them around long enough to see if there could possibly be something more.
That is…until Hunter Bryant enters the picture.
When the handsome pre-med student shows up in the right place at the right time, captivating her with his stormy gaze, she immediately pushes him away, thinking he’s no different than any other guy. The deeper Hunter delves into her life, trying to break through her iron-clad walls, the more she begins to question whether she is truly capable of opening her heart up to another man.
Maddie soon finds herself forced to make a difficult decision, one that will forever change both of their lives. Will she shut Hunter out of her life for good or will she finally open up her heart and allow herself the life she never dreamed she deserved?
head, and the blanket slipped away from my still naked body. My dress from the
night before was lying scattered on the floor next to my bra and panties, and I
smiled at the thought of how quickly Jeremy had peeled them off of me the
moment we returned from the club. I grabbed a clean oversized SSU shirt from
the laundry basket and slipped it on before heading to the kitchen to make some
slapped across the cold kitchen floor, I smacked right into the fridge door. Jesus, what the…
of Robbie’s boyfriend, Lance, was standing there naked as a jaybird…and at full
attention. It was one of those moments where I knew I should look away; divert
my attention to anything but the rigid appendage pointing directly at me like
an English Setter. He slowly brought the carton of orange juice up to his
mouth, but not before I saw a smirk tug at the corner of his lips. And then I
saw it move…
continued yelling until Robbie came running out his room. I opened my eyes just
enough to see that he was rocking his birthday suit just as proudly as Lance. Oh, for Pete’s sake…
tempted to look.
shouting?” Robbie walked over to Lance, snaking the carton of juice out of his
hands to take a swig for himself.
when do we walk around the apartment with everything hanging out and flapping
in the breeze?”
juice everywhere. “Hmm, I don’t remember reading anything about required attire
in your little roommate agreement.”
before turning my attention back up to the ceiling. “Seriously? I didn’t think
it was necessary to include that, since we’re civilized human beings and all.
Or at least I thought we were.”
you’d catch me out here. I’ll make sure to at least put boxers on next time.”
Lance winked and pulled me into an awkward side hug that almost resulted in it touching my leg.
should be able to walk around with my Johnson sprung free if I want to. You’re
more than welcome to join me. It’s no secret that I’m not offended by the
bits don’t get you all hot and bothered. Me, on the other hand…it’s just…ughh! It’s
just weird, okay!”
sexy ass gives you lady boners?” I could hear Lance chuckling at Robbie’s
comment, and I turned to glare at him. At least he had his boxers on now.
on when you’re outside of the bedroom. Seriously, what if I had company over?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling extremely awkward the longer our
conversation went on. It was becoming more difficult to keep eye contact with
Robbie, considering the current state he was in.
his biggest fan, and I could hear it in his tone.
the subject. Just promise me you’ll keep your…member…covered from now on.
covering himself as he crossed the kitchen in my direction. My body stiffened
in response to his close proximity, but he leaned in just close enough to press
a kiss against my forehead. “I promise, baby girl. It won’t happen again.”
took off toward his bedroom with Lance in tow. They were sickeningly sweet
together, but I really was happy that they had each other. When Robbie first
moved in, I was a little apprehensive about living with a guy. Just one look at
him and I knew it would be impossible to avoid falling into bed with him. He
was six-foot-two-inches of delicious eye candy: jet black hair, ice-blue eyes
and a killer smile. When he told me he was gay, I was both relieved and
disappointed. Why was it the hot ones
were always gay? I swore it was like the universe was plotting against me
every time I came across a decent, good-looking guy.
Maureen Mayer was born, raised and currently resides in Buffalo, NY with her loving and supportive family and boyfriend of 9+ years. She’s always had a love for the outdoors, and when the city isn’t buried under snow, she can be found hiking, fishing, camping or lying on the beach. She’s a sucker for off-color humor, but holds a sweet spot for sick and twisted horror films. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in bed with her kindle, diving into a steamy romance novel and falling in love with the latest book boyfriend.
My hands landed on the warm, soft skin at the swell of her hips where her shirt had ridden up. I didn’t know if I was afraid to move or if I just wasn’t ready to let her go, but we both remained frozen in place until she stumbled a bit, causing my hands to slide higher up along her ribs. When she finally caught her balance, my hands were just at the edge of her sports bra, and I could feel the weight of her breasts as they grazed against my thumbs. This was dangerous territory. I could feel myself quickly becoming aroused by the scorching heat of her delicate skin, and I knew Shayne Jr. was about to make an unwelcomed appearance. I had to think of something else and fast! Cold showers, kittens, little baby Jesus, grandma naked…yup that did it!