Cynic. F*ck up. Outsider. That’s Jameson in a nutshell - not to mention drool-worthy, dreamy, andperfect fantasy object.
He’s also my older brother’s best friend and business partner.
I’ve had a thing for Jameson ever since I was old enough to have dirty dreams. My brother has made it crystal clear that if he catches rough, wrong-side-of-the-tracks Jameson even looking at me, someone will get hurt.
That doesn’t deter me, though. I want Jameson to be my first.
And that’s why my brother can never find out what happened.
Because Jameson kissed me.
No -- not kissed -- he shoved me up against a wall, possessed me, and took my breath away. Then he promptly passed out in my bed, wasted.
Now I know that Jameson wants me. I may be off limits because of my brother, but that kiss is branded in my mind.
I need another taste of Jameson.
I crave his brutal touch. Pinned against the wall, gasping at the feel of his body pressed against mine, crying out in pleasure and pain while he gives me everything I’ve dreamed about.
As long as my brother doesn’t catch on, Jameson might just give me exactly what I want… and a whole hell of a lot more.