Valentine (A Standalone Novel) (Bad Boy Romance Book) Read Free Page B

That had to be one
of the two things I wanted out of a wife. Someone that could cook and a woman
that would love me past my poverty and faults. I wasn't highly likely to get
either, much less both, but I could dream.
    "Dude, that cough doesn't sound good.
Has she had that checked out?" Sam sat down across from me and gave me a
hard stare. "I'm pretty sure that's bronchitis."
    Sam was in his final year of pre-med and
would be on to medical school in Boston in a year or so. I was going to miss
him like hell, but the world needed more doctors like him. He was kind and
caring, giving and incredibly patient.
    "I doubt it. She works at the
hospital, and you know she still won't tell anyone that she's not feeling
good." I let out a sigh and worked to get another piece of cornbread from
the pan. "Don't eat this. It tastes like shit."
    "Liar. Give me that." He pulled
the pan toward him and smirked at me. "This party tonight is going to be
off the chain. I heard Darrin say that they invited the girls from the prep
school the next county over to join us."
    "Prep school? That's high school,
Sam." I shook my head at him. "Those girls aren't legal, and I'm not
touching any of them."
    "Most of them are seniors, Tate.
Eighteen, dude." Sam rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You need to get laid,
like, yesterday. You're moody and have dark circles under your eyes."
    "My balls are too full? Is that what
you're telling me?" I took another bite of my stew before realizing that
it was too cold to enjoy. I got up and popped it into the microwave as we
continued our recurring conversation about my sex life.
    "Something like that." He turned
and looked over his shoulder. "Have you slept with anyone since Andrea and
you split up last week?"
    "Nope, but I'm going to tonight. It's
just not going to some virgin high school chick. That's gross." I pulled
the bowl from the microwave and walked over to take my seat again. "I want
a woman that knows what she's doing and isn't afraid to explore her pleasure
with me."
    "Explore her pleasure." Sam
tapped his spoon against his mouth as he got a faraway look. "I like that.
Does that pick up line work? You're the one that gets the girls all the
time."
    "Shut up." I shook my head and
rolled my eyes at him.
    "No, I'm serious. Like I'm going to
try that shit tonight. I'll just walk up to a fine girl and say, 'Hi, I'm Sam.
You wanna maybe go explore your pleasure with me?'"
    "Yes. Please do that. Make sure I'm
right beside you with a hand towel to help clean you up when you get a drink in
your face." I laughed. "It's cold outside, too, so it's likely to
scald your girly face, seeing that it'll be hot chocolate."
    "Or cider. Could be apple
cider." He stirred his soup and let out a grunt. "You remember that
party we went to at the beginning of December? Amber May's party? She had
cider."
    "It wasn't the cider you were
interested in." I tried not to think about that night. It hadn't been my
finest moment. Where I wanted to be the type of guy who respected women, when
it came to a horny girl and a few too many beers, I was nothing less than
carnal.
    "This is true, but the tits on that
pretty Asian girl were incredible. You have to admit, she was sexy." He
took a big bite of his stew and yelled, spitting it back out. " Fuck, that was hot."
    "You deserved that. She's someone's
daughter." I laughed at his scathing look.
    "You had her give you head later that
night. Don't talk to me about being a good guy." He got up and poured himself
a glass of tea from the fridge.
    "I didn't ask her to do that. She
just kept talking about how hungry she was all damn night. I got sick of
hearing it." I shrugged. "She was quick to act when I offered her
something to chew on."
    "Brother. You have to tell me how you
fucking do it. You get laid more than any guy I know." Sam dropped an ice
cube into his bowl and started to stir it around like he'd been doing since we
were kids.
    "You just said that I wasn't getting
laid that often, and now I'm a