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162 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 13, 2013




While Layla makes you want to protect her, her older sister, Tenielle, makes you want to hide your valuables and cup your balls.
I take a step back when a scantily clad blonde jumps into my arms and fuses her lips to mine. I detach her from me as soon as I can, but by then the damage is done.
Nikki isn’t a subject I want to breach. I thought that one day when I was ready to settle down she would be mine, but I was wrong. End of story. Life goes on.
“Queen of hearts?” “Your new nickname,” he says proudly. “How the hell did I get that nickname?” I ask, confused. “It’s a secret,” Ryder mock whispers, passing me the guitar.
“Most of all it’s this heart shaped ass. It's perfection,”
Who doesn’t want a bad boy, tattooed musician who is tough on the outside, but sweet and gentle on the inside?
“Any woman that takes a cheater back is stupid. And I’m not a stupid woman, Sax! What would happen when you went on tour? The trust is gone, you can never get that back.” I hiss at him.
“I think we should give this a go, Ryder, don’t you?” Nikki says huskily. “I guess we could give us a try, or we will always be wondering what if,”
If Lexi finds out I even attempted a relationship with Nikki, that’s another strike against me. I've fucked up so bad, it’s not even funny.
After I had left, heartbroken, Ryder resumed a relationship with Nikki. It didn’t matter to him one bit that I was gone. I’m not gonna lie – it hurt to hear it.
Derek undresses himself afterwards, his brown eyes connected to mine the entire time. I gulp when I take in his muscular body. He's ripped. He pushes me back onto the bed, and pulls a condom out of his wallet, putting it on his aroused cock. When he leans over me and slides inside me with one smooth thrust, I moan out, “Ryder.” He instantly stills. Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I storm into Sax’s place without even knocking, and I'm shocked when I see him with a chick in his bed. She’s on all fours, and he’s pounding away behind her. I so do not need to see this shit, especially when I recognize the girl. It’s Payton, the bartender from Steele.
“We were about to have sex for the first time,” he tenses, “and then when it was about to happen, I sort of moaned out your name.” He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his chest shaking, and when I look up he bursts out laughing.





