RELEASING TOMORROW
Used (Unlovable #1)
by: Lynetta Halat
I am a slut. No worries. I've come to terms with it, and you will too. I’m not one of those girls who thinks she’s too plain, too fat, too skinny, too shy … no, I don’t have that kind of luck. I’m the girl who knows she’s just right for everyone. — Denver
A reputation as a manwhore–with–a–heart–of–gold tends to precede me. But, I don’t do girls with issues, that is until this girl. It's this girl I want to fix. This girl I want to protect. And maybe … more. — Ransom
Being in love with the same girl your entire life isn't all it's cracked up to be. She uses me in every way imaginable. How does she see me? I am her perpetual one-night stand. No strings, no attachments. Just mind-numbing sex ... for her anyway. — Greer
Feeling like the life is being choked out of her in the small town of Anaconda, Montana, Denver Dempsey craves the escape that college offers … even if that means leaving her “best friend with benefits” and looking for a new way to forget. Thinking she's found the perfect hookup in Ransom, Denver's outlook on college is bright. That is, until Greer shows up looking for a second chance, and Ransom's interest turns to hatred.
Love. Hate. Triangle.
Who's using who?
Excerpt from Used Release Date 1/19
“I really don’t understand what you see
in a slut like me, Greer.” His eyes flash, but I don’t let him argue with me.
“But I am grateful.” And on that note, I bring his lips to mine. It’s been so
long since we’ve tasted each other. We’ve been “seeing” each other for two
weeks. Sweet, platonic dates that have ended with a sexually frustrated Denver.
I moan the instant our lips meet. I meant
it to be a quick, reassuring, friendly kiss, since we agreed to refrain from
that physical side of our relationship for a while, but my body has other
ideas. She knows who’s been responsible for her pleasure in the past, and she
wants some of that now.
Threading my fingers through his curls, I
pull him in and shift my mouth, fitting my lips to his. My tongue darts out to
tease his bottom lip, and he opens for me. “Oh, Greer,” I murmur before teasing
him lightly. He’s so wet and so delicious. His now hard length rests against my
thigh, and I groan. Oh, I want him. I want him now. “Greer, I want you,” I
whisper against his lips before kissing him lightly. “Have you been with anyone
else?” I screw my eyes tight because I hope not, but I would understand—we all
have needs.
He stiffens against me for a second
before he whispers gruffly, “Hell, no. Denver, you’re it for me, you know
that.” His tongue tangles with mine, searching, destroying. He pulls back and
utters, “I want you too. So bad.”
“Let’s go somewhere,” I coax. “There are
lots of little trails for us to go get lost on.”
“Mmm … how ‘bout I make you feel good
right here?” He nips at my bottom lip. “Right now?”
“What?” I breathe through my haze. “We
might get caught.” He recaptures my lips with his and works me over with his
tongue. Suddenly I’m reminded of the time we sneaked off during our prom. Oh my
God. It was … mind-blowing. The thrill of getting caught. The thrill of our
dates waiting for us in the ballroom of the hotel while we fu*ked each other
hard, up against a wall in the housekeeping closet. Yes, please. I want that.
I’m jerked from my thoughts as he pulls
me from the truck bed. I latch my legs around his waist, not certain where we
are going, but along for the ride, nevertheless. He doesn’t take me far. His
truck is farthest from the little party on the creek. He doesn’t open the door
though. Just pins me to the truck and lets me slide down, drops one of my legs,
and pulls the other high on his hip. He nudges my free leg between his and
squeezes me tight.
“You ready? Hold on,” he commands before
I can answer.
“What? What are you doing?”
“Trust me,” he says, as he buries his mouth in the hollow of my throat.
His hands slide into my back pockets, grasping and squeezing. “We promised. No
touching like that. No sex. Even though I can’t wait to be inside you again,
this is gonna have to do.” He drops his forehead on mine. Those fiery eyes meet
mine, igniting a blaze. “The best non-fu*k fu*k of your life.” And those words
douse it with kerosene, creating an inferno. A tremble works its way through
me, and I almost come right then.
(All rights reserved. Copyright 2014 by Lynetta Halat)
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