For Crying Out Loud: The laugh out loud romantic comedy that everyone's talking about! (The False Start Book 1)
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Drunkenly, we make our way to the room. It’s not pretty, but who the fuck cares? Carter is going to get some. When the key card clicks and the door opens, we tumble to the floor. My hands are all over her, rough and exploring. She tears at my clothes, ripping my t-shirt in half. Fucking hot.
“Mmmm, nice, just what I was hoping for,” she mumbles, stroking my chest up and down. That’s all the invitation I need. In one swift motion, I lift her up and stumble to the bed, dropping her on it unceremoniously. The world is spinning full force now, but I’m a man on a mission. A mission to get my dick wet. Sunshine lifts on her elbows, her crop top riding up, revealing some of her boob. The view is incredible. I clumsily lean over her and pull her top up, exposing her pert nipples. As I suck one into my mouth, I lose my balance and fall to the side, catching my face on her shoulder.
“Fuck!” she yelps.
“You okay?” I slur.
“Yeah, I think so. You?” My eye is throbbing from the impact something fierce, but that’s not going to stop me.
“Yeah.”
“Great, now take off your jeans,” she commands drunkenly. “We’re breaking my dry spell.” Fuck yeah, we are. I stand up and unzip my jeans, but the fucking zipper catches on my underwear, so it takes some serious pulling for the fucker to go down. Finally, I manage to unzip them, leaving a hole in my Calvin Kleins. I don’t need them right now, anyway. I pull my jeans and underwear down at the same time, and it’s the wrong fucking move. I’m an idiot. I stumble and, unable to catch my balance with legs caught in a jean trap, I fall on my ass, banging my head on the leg of a chair in the process. I think I’m dying. I must be, or at least I’m bleeding out. Possibly, it might just be a big bruise, but it hurts like a motherfucker. Sunshine’s head peeps over the edge of the bed. Her eyes zero in on my cock, which is standing to attention, despite the amount of whiskey I have drunk. She licks her lips and slides off the bed, pulling her skirt down and her top off, leaving her in just her panties. She goes to her knees and runs her hand up my leg, all thoughts of bleeding out forgotten. When her fingers graze my balls, I nearly die. It feels like it has been forever since anyone touched me, and it has been. Truthfully, I haven’t been with anyone since I kissed my best friend and realized I might have feelings for her. My stomach tightens. I close my eyes, trying not to think about grasshopper, but it’s the wrong move. The world just won’t stop spinning. I’m half aware of Sydney’s hand wrapping around my cock, but the asshole is not cooperating, probably enjoying his time on the carousel much more than I am.
I open my eyes. Sydney is above me, my dick still in her hand. One look at her, her body, her face, her hair is all it takes to get me ready. I flip us around, Sydney landing underneath me. “Condom,” she demands, wriggling down her panties. I couldn’t be more on board with that demand. I reach down to my ankles, where my jeans still are, and pull a condom out. Sydney’s eyes are half closed, her lips parted as I pull it on. I lean down to kiss her, and an electric current goes through me. Her arms wrap around my neck as I kiss her slowly, deeply. She tastes like whiskey and mint, and her lips mold to mine like they were made for each other. At the back of my head, I have a niggling thought, but I can’t quite grasp it. When I pull away, her eyes are closed and lips titled up in a small smile. I kiss down her jaw and her neck before coming back up to nibble on her earlobe. As much as I want to fuck her, something in me urges me to make it last, make it count. My dick has other ideas, and, as it brushes against the inside of her thighs, I can’t help myself. I push—no—I slide into her in one go. She’s so wet, so fucking wet. And tight and so fucking warm. The thought keeps coming within my reach, but I still can’t make it out. I slide back out and push again. God, she feels so good. So fucking good. Like she was made for me. I lift my head to look into her face and freeze. Sydney’s eyes are closed, mouth parted. Her breaths are steady and deep. A little snore escapes her. The fuck?
She snores again, and I instantly pull out. What. The. Fuck? Did she just fall asleep while my dick was in her? I’m not being funny, but it’s not like Carter Junior is a small guy. One does not simply fall asleep while my dick is inside them!
Sydney makes a content sigh and tries to turn to her side. I slide off her. Who is this devil? I lift her up and put her on the bed, then go to the bathroom to discard the condom. How did this go from me putting the fucking thing on, anyway, and her asleep in the next five seconds? I splash some cold water on my face, trying to get the world to stop spinning. But the world’s not cooperating, so I go back into the room and slide in beside Sydney. Wrapping my arms around her, I nuzzle her hair and close my eyes. Mine, crosses my mind. Huh? It’s her, it’s always been her. I shrug the thoughts off and fall asleep.
When the sun wakes me up in the morning, I have a black eye, the room is empty, and Sydney is gone.
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