by Jacob Chance
No. I need to.
He’s looking a little too attractive and he smells amazing. I’ve been breathing shallowly for the past ten minutes trying to convince myself I was imagining it, but I’m not.
Trying to resist him after wanting him for so long is taking more restraint than I have. How do I ignore this opportunity when I may never get the chance to be with him again?
Setting the empty glass down, I lean toward him and sniff. He smells like sex in the woods. Okay, he looks like sex. But he smells like a combination of pine and wood, very manly.
“Did you just smell me?”
“No. My allergies have been bothering me and I was just making sure my nasal passages are clear.”
What the fuck?
It’s not the greatest answer, but hey, it’s on the fly.
“And are they?”
“Yeah, you smell great.”
Dammit.
He smiles triumphantly and grabs my hand. “Let’s dance.”
I’m trotting along beside him before I can disagree. “Wait. I don’t want to dance with you.” I put up a token resistance and try to tug my hand free, but I want to be in his arms. Judging from the sly grin twisting his lips, he knows it too.
“Well, I want to dance with you. Come on. How bad can it be? Just one dance.”
Sighing, I give in and go with the flow, letting Clancy draw me into his arms. Agreeing is the path of least resistance. That’s what I tell myself anyway.
Those two drinks have what little resolve is left waning and my body feels languid and loose enough to relax against him.
Of course, a slow song would have to be playing. Silently I cheer and curse the universe at the same time.
Molded to the front of Clancy’s muscular body is the last place I should be.
But it might be the only place I want to be now that I am.
Which makes me a dumbass because I know he’s a top-notch player and I’m not supposed to get played by him.
But is it getting played when you go into the situation with your eyes wide open?
Sophie, his own cousin, has warned me to stay away from him. Therefore, I’m not supposed to be dancing closely with Clancy, and I’m definitely not supposed to be enjoying it.
I probably shouldn’t be so excited about the prospect of placing a check mark next to his name in my old diary. My stomach leaps and twirls. I shouldn’t be, but I am.
Who knew that dancing could feel so sexual? That every particle that makes up my body could hum with awareness? That every brush of our hips teases me to the point I might splinter?
His large hands wander over my spine, sending chills plucking down each vertebra like fingertips on guitar strings.
His palms are hot against my lower back, caressing me. Making me want them to slide lower and cup my ass.
When his actions mimic my thoughts, my breath stutters. One cheek in each hand, he squeezes, urging me closer to his obvious hard-on.
Well, this escalated fast.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he confesses in a hoarse voice with his lips against my ear. “Holding you is the best thing about this wedding.”
“I’m not going to fall for your bullshit,” I inform him, leaning closer.
But who am I kidding?
I fell the moment I saw him standing next to me.
“Noted. But you don’t have to fall for me to fuck me. So, what do you say?” He grinds into me and I let out a low moan, my eyelids sweeping shut. “You know it will be mind-blowing. Fuck. You’re halfway to an orgasm already.”
My eyes snap open with annoyance. Is it possible to want to screw someone and strangle them at the same time?
“So are you. How do I know you won’t... “ I struggle for a polite way to say what I need to. “End early.”
He laughs. “I won’t. And even if I did, it wouldn’t keep me down for long.” He winks. “I recover fast.”
I curl my upper lip at him, but it’s really at myself. I hate being so tempted by his hard, hot body. But I’m pretty sure he could tempt a nun to throw caution to the wind.
Besides, I haven’t had sex in too fucking long.
In fact, I can’t even remember how much time it’s actually been.
But none of those reasons matter. What it boils down to is that I've never been the girl to doubt myself or to not go after the things I want.
I want Clancy Wilde.
He’s been an object of my desire for years now. He’s smoking hot and I’m pretty sure sex with him won’t make me regretful.
You only live once, and tonight I’m going to grab onto Clancy and enjoy the ride.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to every reader who purchased, borrowed, or read TRIPPED with Kindle Unlimited. I’m honored you took the time to read my words and I hope you enjoyed Donovan and Piper’s story.
Thank you to my amazing PA, Diane, for all that you do for me and all the support you give me. It’s amazing to be able to focus on my writing and not need to worry about all the things that you take care of for me. This past year has been filled with so much uncertainty, but your support has been unwavering. I’m more grateful than ever to have you beside me.
Thank you so much to the world’s greatest and most patient editor, Shauna Stevenson, from Ink Machine Editing. As always, I can count on you to make sure my commas are in place and my grammar is on point. Thank you for all your hard work.
Marley Valentine, thank you for doing such a great job on the formatting of TRIPPED. You always make my books look awesome and make the process quick and painless.
Thank you to all the members of my reader’s group Spoiled by Chance, the most amazing group on Facebook. Thanks so much for all your support and enthusiasm no matter which books I decide to write. This past year has been crazy and our group has been such a positive place to hang out and get to know you all. Thank you for all the shares you give my graphics and for recommending my books every chance you get. It’s an amazing feeling to have such a strong support system behind me every step of the way from when I’m writing the books all the way through to publishing them. SBCers, you’re the best.
About the Author
Jacob Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.
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THE QUAKE SERIES
QUAKE | QUIVER | DELVE | TIED | DELUDE | QUAKE DUET | DELVE DUET
THE BOSTON TERRIERS FOOTBALL SERIES
PENALTY | DRIVE | COACH | TACKLE | JOCK | SCORE
THE BOSTON TERRIERS HOCKEY SERIES
CHECKED | ICED | BLOCKED | HOOKED
THE CHARLESTON PIRATES SERIES
CHANGING THE PLAYER
WORLD CLASS WRESTLING
TUSSLE | RUMBLE
WINTER BROTHERS
MANTRUM | MANFAX
KING UNIVERSITY SERIES
DEPRAVITY | DEVILRY | DEBAUCHERY
ON THE EDGE SERIES
EDGE OF RETRIBUTION | EDGE OF HONOR | EDGE OF FOREVER
STANDALONES
PUNCHED | CANVAS
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