Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) Read Free

quickly to her cheeks. He found the sight hot as hell.
    Damn, he could only imagine the raunchy shit she had
heard about him. “Big time quarterback, right?” He
breathed a sigh of relief that she was referring to football and not because
she heard that he banged one of the cheerleaders in the North stairwell. And
then as she waited for him to respond, he felt his damn cheeks heat. Holy hell, she had made him blush by just
staring at him.
    You’re
such a fucking pussy, dude. Alex let go of her hand and took a step
back. He didn’t like how she made him feel: off balanced, juvenile, and horny
as hell. A moment of awkward silence passed before she lifted her hand in a
wave.
    “All right then. I’ll see you around.” She turned
and waved at Racer, who was leaning against the banister, and by the smile on
the fucker’s face Racer had seen his reaction to Mary.
    “Here, let me walk you to your car.”
    “It’s really okay. I’m just parked right out front.”
He was already opening the front door and gesturing for her to go out first.
    “There are a lot of drunk assholes out there
tonight, well, most nights really.”
    She smiled up at him, shrugged her shoulders, and
headed outside. Alex was pretty good at reading people, and he didn’t miss the
way her hands slightly shook as she dug in her purse for her keys.   When she found them she unlocked her doors
with a click of a button. A beep sounded, and lights flared to life. Alex trailed behind her, his eyes trained
on her ass, one that was the perfect size for his hands. The cheeks of her
bottom shook with every step she took, and there was no way he could stop the
erection that grew harder with each passing second. He didn’t even bother
trying. She made her way to a sporty little BMW sitting at the curb. He
whistled low.
    “Nice ride.” He wasn’t just thinking about the car. He
had an image of her riding him in reverse, his hands on her ass and the cheeks
spread wide. Fuck, he was so turned on. After he said something about her ride
he immediately noticed a scowl on her face, but she did mutter a thank you.
Okay, well clearly her mode of transportation was a sore spot.
    “Thanks for walking me to my car.” She smiled again,
a genuine one, and Alex realized he really liked it. It wasn’t fake or forced. She wasn’t fake .
There were too many girls that hung around the parties he went to that were
fake as shit and only trying to get in his pants because he was the quarterback.
He snorted at his thoughts, because it sounded dumb as hell for a girl to get
in a guy’s pants. Wasn’t it usually the other way around?
    “No problem.” Shoving his hands in the front pockets
of his jeans, he asked himself what it was about this girl that got under his
skin. Yeah, he had gotten turned on by other girls in the past, but this
attraction he had to Mary was bordering on intense and fucking crazy. He liked
the convenience of a one-night stand, and he sure as hell didn’t think about
the chicks after they fucked. But looking at Mary, he knew she wasn’t like any
of the girls he normally went after, which also meant she wasn’t easy. It
wasn’t like she had some kind of damn tattoo on her forehead stating she was
the “hard to get” kind of girl, but she did have this aura around her that
screamed she was way too good for him.
    Alex could admit that at this point in his life he
enjoyed only a few things in life. When he wasn’t spending time with his
parents and little sister Kiera, he was playing football, partying, or fucking.
Of course there were always those occasional fights that got thrown in there,
but that mixed things up a bit, and got rid of a lot of his aggression and
energy he had deep inside of him.
    He stood there like a douche-bag as she climbed in
her car and drove away. He could only imagine what she thought about him,
because he was probably thinking the exact same thing: what a fucking weird idiot.
    When he was back in the house with the door