Author: Ella Fields
Genre: NA Romance, Sports, Rock Star
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My first love was my brother’s best friend.
A lead singer in their band.
A picture of rugged perfection.
And a drunk soul mate who couldn’t commit.
My second love was an arrogant baseball player.
A player in every sense of the word.
A smooth-talking, reliable best friend.
And a chance at something beautiful and true.
The problem with having a first and second love?
That would be loving them at the same time.
My story isn’t some sexy triangle.
It’s exquisite agony.
Fate gave me two men to love,
but none of us knew which one I could keep.
Excerpt . . .
“Fuck.” He tore his mouth away, lowering to my chest as he unzipped his jeans.
I gripped his face, needing those lips back on mine, then I reached for his waistband, shoving his jeans and briefs down.
He helped, and then pulled me right to the edge, testing my entrance with his thumb before licking the digit and pushing my panties aside. “I still have your other pair,” he said, his breath rattling as he pushed at my opening.
“Wha–oh, shit.” He rammed inside, and my head rolled.
He slammed in and out, again and again, one hand around my leg that’d been looped behind him, and the other behind my head as he bent over and hammered into me, sucking at my throat.
It’d been so long, and I felt just how long as the discomfort slowly fled and pleasure began to flood my bloodstream. “I-I think I’m coming…”
Everett chuckled, the sound dark. “You think? Clover, when I’m fucking you, you know damn well you’re coming.” Then he lifted me and spun us around until my back met the cool exterior of the fridge, magnets digging into my ass while I kept my legs wrapped tight around him.
I mumbled incoherent pleas to his tongue as it slid over mine. Our teeth clacked, his hips jerking up so fast and hard, I was on the edge and shaking for what felt like minutes. “So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine. Say it.” He reached between us to flick me into a million shattering pieces. “Say it while you come because of me.”
“Yours,” I rasped, and he held my face as he jerked and stilled, his forehead hard on mine and his breath choppy as it drifted inside my mouth.
We remained like that, eyes locked, our thundering hearts taking their time to slow and calm. His finger drifted over my cheek, and his cock softened inside me.
“You’ve wrecked me, Clover.”
I loved Stevie’s family. Her brother Hendrix really steps up and supports her when Mr. X bails. And Adela was my absolute favourite! She is such a great best friend for Stevie. She would say it like it is and was a comfort and supportive BBF when Stevie needed her the most. Overall, even though I didn’t agree with Stevie’s decision and wished she had made a different choice, I understood how to came to that point in her life. I think Ella’s words at the start of the story sum it up well: “Hearts are such unpredictable things, you can never control to whom they might sing.”
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