Free Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies #2) by Toni Aleo Page B

with,” Delanie says then and Mandie agrees.
    “For real, the foreplay is kind of disgusting,” Mandie says.
    Grinning, he chucks his chin toward me. “I’ll meet you at the table after dinner then.”
    He heads for the door, and before he can leave, I say, “Be ready to lose.”
    When he glances back at me, he just looks at me with a hooded gaze, and like it’s the easiest thing in the world, he steals my breath away.
    And I hate it.
    But I can’t control it. His eyes are so intoxicating, so beautiful, and the look on his face, the confident, sexy one has me hot all over. It’s insane and I honestly don’t understand my response to this caveman. Why does he affect me so?
    With a grin on his lips, he says, “No, sweetheart, be ready to spill your guts.”
    When the door shuts, I glare even more. I don’t like him. Not one fucking bit, and it’s gonna be a cold day in hell before I spill my guts to him.
    “I kind of hope you lose,” Delanie says, and I cut a look toward her.
    “Why would you say that?”
    “Because it would be good for you to spill your guts and then fuck your feelings out. Maybe then you can remove the stick from your ass.”
    “He’s good for you,” Mandie sings, very off-key, I might add.
    “How is he good for me? I don’t even know him and screw you!” I yell at Delanie, but she ignores me, laughing.
    “But you like him, which means something,” Mandie says, meeting my gaze.
    Letting out an annoyed breath, I say, “Even if that was the damn case, I’m never gonna see him after this.”
    “Exactly, so could you really walk away and not regret ripping his clothes off and riding him until you can’t walk?”
    “Oh my God, Mandie!” I exclaim.
    “No, really, I promise I’ll carry you to the car so you don’t have to walk as long as you let him fuck you into oblivion,” Delanie says then and I groan, dropping my head to the counter. There is something seriously wrong with the people I choose to be friends with.
    “You two are killing me,” I moan, but somewhere deep inside me, I’m asking myself the same question.
    The scary thing is I don’t think I can answer it with a no.
     

     
    After setting the table, I try my best to sit nowhere near Jayden, but he sits across from me, a stupid, sexy grin on his beautiful face. I can feel him looking at me, drinking me in, and because of that, I look everywhere but at him as I eat. Delanie and everyone else is talking about various stuff, but I stay silent. I am having an ongoing battle with myself.
    Do I have sex with Jayden or not?
    The question is killing me because a part of me wants to, but the other part of me doesn’t think it’s a good idea. I don’t think I’m one of those girls who can have one-night stands. I’ve always dated guys and then had sex. The one time I did sleep with someone without dating them was because I wanted to lose my virginity and I knew he was safe. Even then, our friendship ended because he fell for me.
    Dumbass.
    When they start to talk about Jude’s girlfriend, who is a burlesque choreographer in Vegas, I finally look up to listen, letting go of my internal struggle. It’s obvious Jude is completely smitten with her. The love is radiating off him, and it’s sweet listening to him speak of her. Sometimes, I feel like I’m a hopeless romantic, but the psycho, driven hockey player in me keeps her locked up. I don’t have time to let my heart lead the way. The one time I did, shit went south and I was a blubbering mess. It almost ruined everything. Who I thought I was. My game. My heart. Everything was almost ruined. Thankfully, I’m a strong girl, and I can’t allow that to happen again until I’m ready for it. Still though, I can’t help but be entranced listening to Jude. I hope one day that the guy I fall for loves me as much as Jude loves Claire.
    “She’s perfectly imperfect,” he says with a grin.
    And I smile back. That’s me. I’m so perfectly imperfect that it’s crazy.