Aussie: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance Read Free Page B

I’m no free-loader.
    Anyway, he pushed me to get out and have a little fun. I think he really wanted his place back to himself with a hot date. Either way, he told me about a cool new club opening. I dropped by to check it out. The place was mobbed. It would have been more fun to go with a group of friends, but since I was alone I took it for what it was.
    I saw her when she walked in. I couldn’t look away. I gravitated toward her party as a couple of them hit the dance floor. My heart raced, but I knew I needed to get closer to her. I recognized her face. I moved in closer, making my move. Should I tell her?
    When I joined between her and her friends, she didn’t turn away. I placed my hand on her, dancing and moving to the beat. We found a rhythm together enjoying the music, but I had something else on my mind. I took a chance and guided her to the corner for an ounce of privacy.
    While I couldn’t see her face with the mask on, I knew she was the one I wanted. She had a body that left me drooling. Big tits, soft curves, and long brown hair. I hadn’t seen any action in a while, and knew this was risky, but on seeing her again…I pressed against her and let my hands wander. She didn’t stop me. Kissing her deeply, I slid my fingers under her skirt. Her panties were silky. She moaned into my mouth as I cupped her ass then slid my fingers under the elastic of her panties. Anyway, I’d have loved to take her home, but what was home? A sofa at my friend’s place? I took it for what it was, a sexy encounter and walked away with a smile on my face.
    I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Time seemed to stop when she walked into the club. I smiled picturing her tits pressed to my chest. I would have given anything to see her lips wrapped around my cock, but there wasn’t enough privacy for that. At least she got off. That alone made me happy.
    I’d taken a job as a wine rep and moved from store to store checking and restocking inventory. I’d made my way to a local market and started the process when my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and let it go to voicemail. And old friend with benefits, one who was more trouble than she was worth was on the line. She’d gotten into some trouble, drugs and the such, and I just wasn’t interested in being pulled down with her. I tried to let her off the hook easy, but she held fast. There were reasons I’d moved away in the first place, and coming back to LA, the last thing I needed was to get in with a shady crowd. Better to keep to myself for the time being.
    Damn psycho-ex, Megan, turned into the girl every guy tries to avoid. World-class liar, clingy, vengeful, and worse yet, unpredictable. I avoided her like the plague when I got back into town, but she got word I was around. Yeah, no thanks. I learned my lesson the first go round.
    I tucked my phone back into my pocket and went back to work while replaying last night’s experience in my head.
     
     
     

Chapter 4 – Dawn
     
    Scott wasn’t exactly my boyfriend. I mean, sure we’d dated and stuff, but we weren’t officially a couple. It was more like a comfortable place to fall time to time. We’d known each other for ages, and our families were friendly. They always hoped we’d end up together, but truth be told, the chemistry left a long time ago for me. I think Scott still held hope I’d fall back in love with him, but he had to see the writing on the wall. We’d grown more distant, and while we still hooked up once in a while, I wasn’t asking him to move in anytime soon.
    We weren’t in a relationship, but somehow we were connected. Hell, we had been for most of our lives. Since middle-school, really. See, that’s the thing. He’s been a constant in my life, but we’d weave in and out of dating, not dating, then dating, and never really take it to the next step. I think he was always more interested than I was. I mean, he’s a great guy, don’t get me wrong, but I can’t see myself marrying