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  When a picture my mom had posted appeared, I smiled. Davis’s toothless grin took up the whole screen. He was so adorable and getting so big. I hated that I was missing this time with him. But I’d decided that was what I wanted when I left home. Conflicting emotions clogged my throat as I took in his dark-red hair and light-blue eyes. Closing my eyes, I cursed the stupid alcohol I had consumed.

  New rule: no more drinking.

  Apparently, I turned into a complete sappy idiot.

  “Cute kid.”

  My eyes shot open at his voice. When I looked over and realized that Gus was way too close for my liking, I tried to step back, but someone was behind me. Since I’m pretty sure the dude behind me didn’t want me on top of him, I was stuck. I didn’t want to lose my place at the bar, so I stayed where I was. Even if I could feel every inch of him. Swallowing hard, I hit the home screen on my phone so the picture would go away.

  “Thanks,” I said brusquely.

  “Yours?”

  My heart stopped, and I slowly shook my head. “No.”

  “Brother?”

  “Yeah,” I answered, but I wasn’t sure why I was answering him.

  “I thought you were too young to have a kid.”

  I shrugged.

  He laughed. “I’m surprised you’re talking to me.”

  I nodded. “Me too.”

  He chuckled as he leaned into the bar beside me, holding up a finger. Apparently, Gus had magic fingers, because the bartender appeared right away. “Bus, what’s up? What can I get you?”

  “Another beer for me and my friend here.”

  I shook my head. “Just a water, please, and my tab.”

  The bartender nodded before going to work, and I could feel Gus’s gaze on me before he said, “Done drinking for the night?”

  “Yeah, I turn into an idiot when I drink.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, I argue with irresponsible and pigheaded people.”

  He scoffed. “I’m guessing I’m the irresponsible and pigheaded people you speak of?”

  “Yup,” I answered simply. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that stupid grin of his. Looking over at him, I was once again hit with his good looks, and instantly, I was annoyed. Why was he so beautiful? It was honestly unfair, especially considering how talented he was. “The one and only, actually. I should correct that sentence to person.”

  “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way.”

  I scoffed. “You are not. You couldn’t care less.”

  “I do, actually,” he said simply, his eyes burning into mine. “I still feel we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”

  “Again, no foot needed,” I said as my water, tab, card, and ID were laid on the counter. “We don’t have anything to say to each other.”

  He moved closer to me, but I ignored him as I signed my tab.

  “Actually, we have a lot to say— Holy shit, is your name really Bocephus?”

  My stomach dropped as I realized he wasn’t getting close enough to me to make me nervous but to see my name! “You sly asshole!” I yelled, tucking my ID and card into my pocket. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

  “I wouldn’t want anyone to see that either. No wonder you wouldn’t tell me your name!”

  “Oh, shut up!”

  His eyes were wild. In another world, I’d say he was adorable.

  “Bocephus? As in Hank Williams Jr.? That’s just cruel.”

  “It’s not a big deal.”

  “Jesus, do your parents even love you?”

  I glared. “Shut up. They do! They’re big fans.”

  His eyes widened, and his shock was actually charming. “So, my parents are big Mötley Crüe fans, but my name isn’t Mötley!”

  “Like Gus is any better!”

  He feigned hurt. “Hey, Gus is a man’s name. A strong name. Plus, it rhymes with Bus, which works well for my career.”

  I pursed my lips in aggravation. “So you’re telling me your parents wanted to call you Gus ’cause they knew you’d play hockey and you’d be the Bus?”

  He curved his lips and slowly shook his head. “No, actually, my name is August, but my mom has called me Gus since I was a baby. It stuck.”

  It was obvious he loved his mom. His cheeks reddened a bit, and his lips turned up in such an innocent way. Watching his face, I couldn’t help but think he looked like an August. Which knocked me right back into reality. He was the rich kid I was supposed to hate! He was probably carrying all his daddy’s credit cards and all his bills were being paid on time, but not by him. Shit, all he was missing with that stupid tight shirt and even tighter shorts was his silver spoon.

  “Awesome. Information I’ll never need to know again.” Pushing the tab forward, I took a long swig of my water and then set it down. “Yeah. So this was fun—not.”

  I went to turn but his arm came around my waist and he pulled me against his chest, hard with muscle. His hips pressed against the small of my back, and I swore my pussy came to attention. Breathless, I closed my eyes as his lips grazed my ear.

  “But when I do see you again, should I call you Bocephus? Or do you go by something else?”

  Swallowing hard, I struggled against him, but his grip was ironclad. If I was honest, I wasn’t fighting that hard. I loved the feel of him against me. The way his thighs pressed into my ass and how I swore I could feel the length of him. Tomorrow, I would be angry with myself that I allowed him to touch me like this. But tonight, I’d let it happen for a second more.

  His lips pressed into my ear. “What’s your middle name? Surely, you go by that.”

  His laughter had my skin breaking into gooseflesh as I gasped for breath, and when I stepped forward to put some space between us, he took ahold of my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. My gaze moved from our entangled hands to his gaze. His green eyes were dark, like emeralds, and everything went blazing hot.

  “Maybe I go by Bocephus.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “No, you don’t, and even if you do, I don’t think I can moan that without laughing extremely hard afterwards.”

  He wasn’t funny. He wasn’t, yet I found myself fighting back my laughter as I looked away, my hand on fire in his. Swallowing hard, I looked up and shrugged. “I think it would be hot.”

  That had him laughing more as he pulled me closer to him, and I found myself not fighting him. I wasn’t even drinking. How was I getting even more drunk? What the hell was wrong with me?

  “Give me something to call you.”

  I shook my head. “No reason to.”

  “Sure there is.”

  “Give me one good reason,” I demanded.

  “So when I see you, I don’t have to call out ‘Howdy, Bocephus!’”

  I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want him doing that since no one knew my real name, so I shrugged. “It’s Bo.”

  “Bo?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, when I was younger, I went by Bo Jane. BJ for short.”

  His eyes lit up. “So what you’re really telling me is that you’re amazing at BJs?”

  My smile dropped, and I pulled my hand away. “And I’m out.”

  “Wait!” he called, taking my hand once more, but I pulled it away as he followed me through the bar. “Let me take you out.”

  “Drop dead.”

  He laughed. “You say no, but I know you mean yes!”

  “I hope you die slowly.”

  His laughter followed me out and into the easy breeze that I had started to love more and more since moving to California. As I pulled out my phone to request an Uber, he came up beside me.

  “Are you really gonna blow me off?” he asked.

  “Sure am.”

  “But we were getting along so well.”

  “Go step on a Lego, please.”

  He laughed. “I think we’d have fun.”

  “If I wanted fun, I’d fuck someone else. Promise.”

  He made a face. “So you’re telling me you’re not attracted to me at a
ll.”

  “Exactly. Not even in the slightest.”

  He just laughed. Hard. “Liar. Everyone is attracted to me.”

  I didn’t react as I requested the Uber and then opened my Facebook. “Well, I am not everyone.”

  “I am seeing that. How can I get you to admit you want me?”

  “Won’t happen. Go on, we’re done.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he had crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned close to me, and I could feel his lips against my cheek as he whispered, “Oh, Bo Jane, we are far from done.”

  I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply. I hoped he’d go away, but then his lips pressed into my cheek, and I jerked my head away. Meeting his gaze, I glared, but he just grinned in the easygoing and confident way that had my blood boiling.

  “Till next time.” He smirked.

  “There will be no next time.”

  His eyes sparkled with certainty. “Yes, there will be.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m telling you. There won’t.”

  “There will,” he called, and when I went to disagree, I saw that he had closed the bar door with a slam. Biting my lip, I looked back at my phone, my skin crawling. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared by the confidence in his voice.

  No, it didn’t matter.

  Nothing was going to happen between us.

  Right?

  Chapter Seven

  Bo

  His mouth felt like a rose running between my breasts, taking my breath.

  His rough, calloused hands held my hips as he trailed kisses down my stomach and dipped his tongue in my belly button as I arched up against his mouth. My pussy was throbbing, dripping wet from his slow torture. He hadn’t shaved, and his jaw was rough with hair as he dragged it along my skin. It did nothing but drive me crazy. Every single inch of my body was on fire.

  Everywhere.

  I hadn’t been touched by a man in a while. I hadn’t yearned for a man until now, and as he fell between my legs, I could do nothing but whimper. Slowly, his tongue made circles around my belly button before running down to my mound, where his chin was tickling my lips. His shoulders were thick with muscle I dug into with my nails. I arched up, wanting his mouth on me.

  Needing it.

  Slowly spreading me apart, his elbows dug into my knees as he chuckled against my center. “Jesus, you’re dripping for me.”

  I couldn’t speak, nor did he wait for me to, before dipping his tongue between my swollen lips—and I swear I couldn’t hear anything but my heartbeat. I cried out as he slowly dragged his finger along me, dipping deep inside me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Gasping as he circled his tongue along my clit, I tried to arch more, but his hand sprawled across my stomach, holding me down as his tongue and fingers tortured me.

  Sucking my bud between his lips, he flicked his tongue, making me squirm and whimper even louder. The sounds coming from me were like none I had ever heard in my life. They were somewhere between pure pleasure and absolute need. He was making me crazy, but I didn’t want him to stop.

  “Please don’t stop,” I cried out. He sucked my lips and my clit into his mouth. The pressure was unreal, and soon I was shaking and screaming with my release, my whole body jerking against his mouth. I held his head right where I wanted it.

  Where I needed it.

  And boy, he didn’t hold back. Sucking my clit as I rode my orgasm, he was relentless, his fingers biting into my thighs. I cried out, thrashing against his mouth. Taking me by the backs of my knees, he pushed my legs back until they touched the bed as he fucked me with his tongue, my cries filling the room as he swallowed me whole. When he stopped, I thought he was done, but he wasn’t.

  Soon his cock was deep inside me.

  So big.

  So thick.

  And fuck, why did he fill me so completely? Perfectly. I swear I could feel him in my chest as he pounded into me. I looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, his chest so thick and wide. His abs clenched, sweat dripping down his body as he slammed into me, our bodies making the most beautiful music I had ever heard.

  “I swear, you’re the hottest woman I have ever seen.”

  Holding the top of the bed, I tipped my hips up so he could go deeper, both of us moaning with the simple movement. “You’re going to break me.”

  “You’re fucking right I am,” he grunted as he thrust deeper and with more force. “Your heart, your body. Everything. I will break you. Hurt you. I’m not good enough for you.”

  “I know. I don’t care. Fuck me,” I cried out, arching, my body squeezing his as my toes curled. But then he pulled out of me, flipped me on my stomach, and brought my hips up before entering me from behind, his cock going deeper than before. “Oh, fuck.”

  “That’s right,” he murmured against my back, jackhammering hard into me. My ass smacked into his thighs with each thrust. Holding on to the sheet, I cried into him, his body so deep inside mine as another orgasm started to build. I couldn’t believe it. I was about to come again, and that would be a first. He was so fucking big, he hit all the right places. I couldn’t fathom it. I hated this guy, but man, he fucked like a dream.

  When my head jerked back, his fingers tangled in my hair, I hissed out a breath as his lips came to my cheeks, trailing kisses along them.

  “Stay away from me. I’ll ruin you,” he grunted against my ear.

  “Fuck, oh fuck, Gus, fuck me harder.”

  “Oh, I will, and you’re going to love it.”

  “I know, fuck, yes!” I screamed, squeezing him with my pussy, my legs tangled with his as his grip on my hair tightened. When I started to come, my whole body went taut. He continued slamming into me as I cried out. He grazed my jaw with his teeth, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “You’ll never feel this again,” he whispered against my hair, still fucking me, his cock throbbing inside me. “I’m it. Give in to me. Give it all to me.”

  “I am,” I cried, leaning my head back against his shoulder as his lips took mine, his tongue moving into my mouth in a kiss so sloppy but also so fucking hot. Pulling away, he bit into my bottom lip before I wailed out, “I’m yours.”

  “That’s fucking right. All mine,” he demanded before he slammed into me once more, our bodies stilling as he filled me, twitching against me as he came. His body felt so hard against mine as he trapped me in his arms and rolled over so that my back was against his chest. Gasping for breath, he trailed his lips along the back of my head as he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you all night.”

  I couldn’t say anything but “Okay.”

  “And you’re not going to stop me.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Because you want me.”

  “I do.”

  “You love me. You do. You just don’t want to.”

  Jerking awake, I sat up quickly, and the motion had me gagging. Covering my mouth, I swallowed back the bile as my eyes adjusted to my dark room. Looking around, I inhaled through my nose as my heart jackhammered in my chest. I looked around my bed, and thank sweet baby Jesus, it was empty.

  “Fucking hell.”

  That dream was so vivid. It felt so damn real, my pussy was still throbbing. But that wasn’t what scared the hell out of me. No, it wasn’t even that I was fucking Gus Persson. It was what he had said. Love him? That was insane. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Ever. It was a joke. My dream was playing a joke on me.

  But fucking fuck, it felt so damn real…

  Chapter Eight

  Bo

  “Liz, have you seen my bank card?”

  Throwing things around, looking for my bank card, I let out a long breath. My head was pounding, I had dry mouth like crazy, and I was so sexually frustrated I was sure I was going to snap in half. I tried to get a release last night, but every time I tried, Gus’s stupid face came into view, and back came the dream. Nasty cycle. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t like him, not even a little bit. He was everything I hated and more. Yet, I couldn�
��t stop thinking about him, and all I wanted was his lips on mine once more. I wanted to press myself up against him. Feel his length against my swollen pussy, and fuck, I wanted him between my legs. As long as he didn’t open his mouth, I could ride him for hours.

  Oh my God, I was becoming like the other girls! After one night, I was under that stupid, cocky asshole’s spell! How in the world! I was not that pathetic. But then, what if I did just give in? One night and done. He was known for that. No, I wasn’t that person! I was better than that. But damn it, I wanted him. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about. Why was my life so hard?

  No one to blame but myself.

  “Where the hell is my card!”

  I grabbed the jeans I wore the night before and shook them as Lizzy, looking like a hot, tired mess, stumbled out of her room and leaned into my doorway. “Can you stop yelling? I feel like death.”

  “You look it too,” I snapped back at her as I tore my purse open again.

  “Wow. Thanks.”

  “Dude, this isn’t funny. I need my card. Fuck me,” I groaned, almost in tears. This wasn’t me. I was very good about keeping up with my stuff. But no, I went to a bar, I drank, and ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves to meet idiot Bo.

  “Did you call the Penalty Box?”

  I hadn’t. I picked up my phone and dialed, tapping my foot on the ground as I checked the time. I didn’t have much time to get to the rink for my lessons, which meant I could kiss eating breakfast goodbye. When the waitress answered, she informed me that my card hadn’t been turned in.

  Letting my hand fall to my thigh, I groaned loudly. “No, it’s not there.”

  “I’m sure it’s in here somewhere. I’ll keep looking. Go to work,” Lizzy said as she slowly fell into the couch, burying her face in the pillow.

  “Please look for me. I’m about to be late.”

  She waved me off, nodding her head. “I promise I will look as soon as my head stops pounding.”

  I wanted to cry, but I had no choice but to agree and rush out the door.

  Ugh, it was going to be a long fucking day.