Series: Lake State University #3
Publication date: January 13th, 2022
Synopsis:
A one-night stand.
That's all I wanted. All I could handle.
I had enough on my plate. Getting involved with a notorious playboy was not on my agenda.
Which is why he was perfect. He didn't do relationships and I didn't have time for one.
He'd been stoking my fire all weekend. Whispering dirty promises in my ear. Weaseling his way under my skin. And I was ready to combust.
He agreed to my terms. Probably because I was naked, he was caught off guard, and judging by the tent in his shorts, thinking with the wrong head.
I should have known better than to take him at his word.
Two days. That's all he lasted before he showed up at my door begging for more.
More than I had to give. More than I was willing to part with.
My time. My body.
Most importantly, my heart.
And when I said no, he persisted until I caved. Not that he had to work very hard to wear me down. He was too tempting to ignore, and I craved another taste.
The only way to protect myself from getting hurt... rules. Some to keep him at a distance, others to keep him close.
Like rule number eight... no other sexual partners. The only dorm room I wanted him sneaking in and out of was mine.
I knew I was in over my head. That what we were doing was going to blow up in our faces as soon as our friends found out. But in the moment, I couldn't bring myself to care about any of it.
Consequences be damned.
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Excerpt
As we pull up to the Palmer's house, I let out a soft sigh of relief. I need to put some distance between me and Micah. He hasn't said one word to me all day, yet his presence alone has my mind reeling with naughty ideas. Ones I shouldn't want to entertain but my imagination continues to defy me.
"You. Me. One night," he whispers as I turn to get out of the truck.
"Get over yourself," I state firmly.
I'm surprised the words actually come out because they weren't what I was thinking. Nope. Not even close.
I wanted to scream yes and start stripping right there, begging him to take me.
Whatever's come over me today is startling. It hasn't been that long since I've gotten laid. Hell, my longest stretch was eighteen months. A year is my average. I shouldn't be this willing and ready, especially considering who I have my sights set on.
By the time night falls, I'm barely holding it together.
Evie's been hinting at things, putting ideas in my head.
Micah's been whispering dirty thoughts in my ear. Telling me exactly what he wants to do to me. Attempting to wear me down.
I'm holding strong but no amount of alcohol is going to dose the fire burning inside me. The only thing that will is the one thing I shouldn't have.
Him.
And he knows it.
He's been reading my body language all day.
Which is why I situated myself on the other side of Kendall when we sat down to watch the fireworks.
Which is also why he's pissed off. Because he tried to get me to sit next to him and I denied him.
Which led to him storming off, Declan following, and I'm certain a whole host of other issues will follow.
As long as I stay strong and don't give in to my growing desires, everything will be fine.
I can ignore this feeling for a few days. I'll avoid him from sunup to sundown. And when the time comes to call it a night, I'll just turn my back to him and pretend he's not there. That I can't smell his intoxicating cologne.
We'll part ways on Sunday and life will go back to normal.
Work, study, repeat.
Just the way I like it. Complication free.
The thought makes me sad as I stare up at the lights exploding overhead.
About the Author:
Rachael Brownell is an International Bestselling author of new adult romance.
She lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she's released more than 30 additional titles.
When she's not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course... stand back.
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