Series: Carolina Connections #5
Publisher: Rolling Hearts Press
guys always finish last. I say the only place that should
apply is in the bedroom—it’s just good manners, after all.” – Brett MacKinnon,
nice guy and frequent resident of the friend zone
really only three things I need in life: sex, baseball, and winning. My hot
boyfriend and season tickets take care of the first two, while I always do my
best to cover the last. So developing an unexpected crush on a new friend is
more than a little inconvenient. I don’t have anything but friendship to offer
Brett, but with the way he looks at me, he has me wishing I did.
put in the friend zone so often, they’ve got a sandwich named after me. You’d
think I’d be used to it by now. But when it comes to the delectable Liv, I’m
determined to ditch the friend zone and show her I’m boyfriend material. Too
bad the position’s already been filled by a ball-playing caveman who could
flatten me with his pinky.
friends, and that love is the one game truly worth winning?
briefs, and nothing else. Fuck. Me. I snatched the beer bottle up in a panic
and turned to the sink. “Uh, yeah. So, I hope it’s okay that your dog just
drank a beer.”
it. “You pledging a fraternity now?” I heard her pat him. “Go on. You cleaned
it up enough.”
on the tile floor as he retreated to the living room.
to the counter next to the sink where I stood with my crotch pressed against
the cabinet. “You know, unfamiliar bed,” she explained, leaning forward and
propping her cheek on a hand. “What about you?” I swear I caught a smirk
beer? I’ve got a couple more in the fridge, unless you want to finish the one
your dog started.”
around without thinking. Her eyes shot right to my junk and I winced inwardly.
My only hope was that it was too dark for her to see much of anything.
suppress her smile… or laugh… or whatever the hell she was thinking.
the counter and into the next room. “I’m a guy! What do you want me to say?” I
brought one hand back in a gesture up and down her small frame. “A girl walks
around in her underwear and the cock gets a mind of his own.”
clothes. “I’m not in my underwear!”
point. I might as well have been standing there stark raving naked with my dick
bobbing in the air.
attention back to my straining cock before having the decency to look back up
at my face.
making it stretch tighter over her tits.
attention to my dick yet again. At this rate, it was likely to make an
appearance over the waistband of my boxer briefs.
a brow and I couldn’t take it anymore. I stalked past her. It wasn’t that I
couldn’t find humor in the situation—or, more likely, wouldn’t be able to a few
weeks from now. It was that I didn’t want to be a joke to her, and I was afraid
that’s what I might be.
her fingers flexing on my skin stilled me. “Sometimes I can’t help myself. I
mean, you’re standing here in your underwear with a sizeable hard-on. It’s not
like I can just ignore it.”
backtracked a few seconds. She said sizeable. Nice.
addicted to Romantic Comedy and Contemporary Romance, and she’s not looking for
a cure. She hails from the great state of North Carolina, so it’s no surprise
that most of her books are set in the Tar Heel state. She’s a wife to a
hilarious dude and mommy to ten-year-old twin boys who tend to take after
their father in every way. Sylvie often wonders if they’re actually hers, but
then she remembers being a human incubator for a gazillion months. Ah, good
school, and she loves sharing her stories with readers and hopefully making
them laugh and swoon a bit along the way. If she’s not in her comfy green
writing chair, she’s probably camping or kayaking with her family or having a
glass of wine while binge-watching Hulu. Or she’s been kidnapped—so what are
you doing just sitting there?!!