Broken Hearts by Rebecca Jenshak EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Rebecca Jenshak
- Language: English
- Genre: New Adult & College Romance
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RHETT
“Everybody in?” Liam glances into the rearview mirror for the all
clear as we pile into the back seat of his truck. He’s got the fun
task of chauffeuring his drunk teammates home.
I start to tell him we’re all set, but suddenly my mouth is occupied.
Is it weird to make out with a girl while your buddy is half sitting on your
lap? Liam’s truck isn’t that roomy, and there are five of us smashed into the
back seat. My hand is at Layla’s waist but also touching Maverick’s ass.
I concentrate on her soft lips and the faint taste of raspberries and liquor.
She’s soaking one side of me. The party we were at had a wet T-shirt contest,
and Layla was an eager and enthusiastic participant. I thought she was into
Jordan, who’s jammed in on the other side of me next to Ketcham, but her
lips don’t lie.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and Mav jumps. Or he tries to. There
isn’t really anywhere to go. “Woah there, buddy. Aim that thing the other
way.”
“It’s my phone.” That’s all I get out before Layla starts kissing me again.
Her fingers glide through my hair, and her tongue does laps around my
mouth.
When the truck stops, I come up for air. Damn. That was unexpected. The
doors open, and Maverick and Ketcham tumble out from either side. The rest
of us follow.
“Thanks for the ride,” I say to Liam. Layla is on my heels. I didn’t realize
she was coming with me. Though maybe I should have. Looks like the party
has moved to our place. I head straight to my room while the rest of the guys
grab beers and head out back on the deck where people are hanging. Layla is
glued to my side.
I’m tired, but when she starts kissing me again, I don’t protest.
“You’re so hot. How have I never noticed you before?” she asks between
kisses. Her hands make quick work of my button and zipper, and she pushes
my jeans and boxers down enough that my dick pops out. We’re not wasting
any time here.
“You too,” I say, ignoring the question altogether.
She giggles. “Oh my god, I love your accent.”
“Thanks.”
“Can you record my voice mail for me?” She takes off her shirt. Her bra
is white and see-through and still wet.
Uhh, what?
“You know, like, Layla isn’t here right now. Leave a message, and she’ll
get back to you.” Her head bounces side to side as she mocks my Minnesota
accent.
“Maybe later,” I say and motion toward my dick hanging out between us.
He’s starting to get shy and call this thing off.
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