Crazy Pucking Love is out now! I hope you all enjoy my story about two insomniacs & the crazy things love will make you do 🙂
Excerpt:
“Isn’t that Megan dancing with Trevor?”
I followed her line of sight, hot stabs of jealousy piercing me when I spotted Megan and some asshole—Trevor, apparently—dancing with her, his hands way too low. He kissed her neck, and rage like I never felt before ignited and spread, laying waste to rational thought. To pretty much all thought besides I’m going to kill that bastard, whoever he is.
“Dane.” Whitney put her hand on my arm, and I tore my gaze away. “Are you and Megan…?”
“No,” I said, too fast, but the knowledge also ripped through me. “I mean, we’re friends.”
“I don’t know whether I should say anything. I dated Trevor last year and he’s a total player. Says all the right things, but it’s bullshit. He uses girls and then moves on to the next without a second thought.”
“I’ll talk to her.” I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to calm the anger even as it roared up and said fuck that. She’s mine, and he better get his hands off her. “Like I said, we’re friends. I got it.”
The song had ended, so they were leaving the floor. Panic rose up when it looked like they were about to take off together.
“Megan.”
She turned and her eyes went wide. Her hand was also in his, and I fought the urge to knock the smarmy expression off his face. It’d be so satisfying to just take a swing and watch him hit the floor. Six months ago, I probably would’ve. Sometimes trying to be a better person sucked ass.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I ground out from between my clenched teeth.
She glanced from me to Trevor, then back to me. “I’m kind of in the middle of something, Dane.”
Inhale. Exhale. Suppress urge to kill. “Please. I need to talk to you. Now.”
She let loose a sigh that apparently weighed a hundred pounds by how long it went on. She flashed Trevor a smile—the kind she usually gave me. “Can you hold on for a few minutes? I’ll be right back.”
He slid his arm around her waist, whispered something in her ear, and my rage shot to the boiling point—my muscles trembled from the effort it took to hold myself back.
I knew I had no claim on her. But I’d be damned if I was going to simply watch her walk away with some jerk who’d treat her like shit.
As soon as she stepped away from him, I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the rooms where people went to hook up. When a couple was about to go into one, I shot the guy a glare, and he slowly backed up.
“Dane, why are you dragging me back here?” Megan asked. “Just tell me whatever you’re going to tell me.”
I pulled her into the room and slammed the door closed, double-checking we were alone before spinning to face her. “Don’t leave with that guy.”
Megan crossed her arms. “Excuse me? That’s really none of your business.”
“He’ll just use you.”
“Maybe I want to be used, and to use someone right back,” she said. “Again. None of your business.”
I shook my head. “No you don’t. You want someone who’ll take care of you.” “I want someone who doesn’t pull away every time I try to kiss him, and Trevor doesn’t.”
She started to go for the door, and I spun her around, both of my hands caging her in. She glared at me, and I glared back, my breath growing shallow, desire rising up and mixing in with frustration and jealousy and full-blown panic.
“I don’t need you to protect me,” Megan said. “I know you’ve got a big brother complex.”
I leaned closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. “Trust me, there’s nothing brotherly about how I’m feeling right now.” Another inch and we were hip to hip, my erection pressing against her, my self-control completely unraveled and laid at her feet. “This is more pure, animalistic, you’re-mine-and-I-don’t-want-any-other-guy-to-touch-you.”
Her breath escaped in one big whoosh and color rose to her cheeks. For a second she didn’t move, and I could hear my rapid pulse thundering through my head. Her hands circled my biceps, and I told myself if she yanked my arms down and moved to leave again, I’d let her go, even if it killed me.
Instead her fingers dug into the skin as she let out the tiniest whimper.
So I let go of what little restraint I had left and crashed my lips over hers.
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