Free 44 Chapters About 4 Men by BB Easton Page B

at the time that Harley would think they were too cutesy, but he liked them so much that he gave them all names and regarded them as if they were his pets.) He really was just a big kid.
    I took one long last look at Harley’s sleeping baby face, pompadour of sunny-blond sex hair, and inked-up muscles clutching my pillow, and I choked back a sob. This man was trouble with a capital rubble . Even though he’d said he wanted the best for me and supported my plans, Harley had been slowly chipping away at the stable, secure future I’d been working so hard toward. In just a few months, I’d let my obsession with this modern-day rebel without a cause destroy my perfect 4.0 GPA and ruin my relationship with my parents. Now, I’d let him come between me and my freedom.
    With the sting of unshed tears in my eyes and the grip of a vise around my chest, I took one last mental picture of the cuddly sex machine at my feet, turned on my unlaced boot heel, and drove the ever-loving shit out of my beloved Mustang one last time before turning the keys over to my seething father, who was waiting for me on the front porch when I got home. Neither of us said a word during the exchange.

    The next morning, I suffered through my first three classes in silence. My whole body ached from the night before, primarily from sleeping on the floor, but my eyes were also puffy from crying myself back to sleep once I’d gotten home and a few patches of carpet burn had made themselves known throughout the day as well.
    None of it held a candle, however, to the agony I was feeling over having to leave Harley. He had been my daily source of fun and flattery and affection for the last six months. Leaving him behind to trudge into the dark waters of adulthood alone felt terrifying. But how would I ever become a successful college-educated grown-up when my boyfriend was the world’s worst influence, ready with a sexy wink and a grin to undermine my attempts to be responsible at every turn?
    I was in such a fog of despair that I almost walked straight into him as I made my way to the smokers’ corner of the parking lot during my lunch break.
    Harley caught me in his big arms and hugged me like he hadn’t seen me in days. It was a shock to my already fragile psyche to see him so out of context. I didn’t exactly hug him back, but I let those warm arms squeeze a little of the frost out of my heart before I craned my neck to look at his worried face.
    “What are you doing here? You got kicked out, remember? If anybody sees you here, they’ll call the fucking cops!”
    I could feel the stares from all around. It wasn’t every day that a dangerous-looking man covered in tattoos and sporting a black stocking cap sauntered onto campus and snatched up a female student, especially one who’d been expelled four years prior and was practically worshipped by every kid rebellious enough to smoke at school.
    “I had to see you and make sure you were okay.”
    Harley looked like hell—well, sexy as hell—but he did need a shave, was wearing the clothes I’d peeled off of him the night before, and his usually baby-blue eyes were pink-rimmed and at half-mast.
    “Did they take your car?”
    I simply nodded and turned my attention to the ground, willing my eyes to dry up, before I chanced another glance up at him.
    “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” Harley held my head to his chest and ran his fingers through my angled purple bob, which I was sure also looked like hell.
    “When I woke up and you were gone, I went fucking nuts. I just had this feeling like…like I was never gonna see you again. I wanted to come get you so bad, but I knew I would just make things worse if I showed up at your parents’ house in the middle of the night. I thought I was going to lose my shit.”
    Harley planted a kiss on the top of my head and pulled me even closer. At first, I thought he was trying to comfort me, but it might have been the other way around. Harley’s usually