Car Crash (Collision Series #2) by T. Gephart
Kitty was not only beautiful but also incredibly intelligent—except when it came to relationships. It seemed if a guy was a loser, corrupt, deadbeat or unavailable, she was completely and utterly attracted to him. She definitely had a “type,” and all of them had been one bad decision after another.
Dallas had trouble of his own. Finding women wasn’t a problem—he could charm the pants off almost anyone—but most of those “pantless” women ended up being a few bananas short of a fruit basket. Not always the best candidates for his sex-without-strings philosophy. He was one date away from ending up a 60 Minutes special.
While both of them were at the top of their game professionally—she a high-powered executive assistant, and he one of the best tattooists in the city—their personal lives had become a dumpster fire.
No one in their right mind would have suggested they join forces to help each other wade through the crazy. Surely that was a recipe for disaster? But without reason, logic or even sanity on their side, they decided to do it anyway.
It was a hot mess primed for a head-on collision.
Excerpt Car Crash by T. Gephart
“As much as I’d love to pretend I wasn’t the idiot who did this to myself, there is no one else to blame,” I laughed. “I think the key is somewhere in the living room. Either that or we’re going to need to saw it off.”
“Let’s try to find the key first. I’ll go check the living room,” Josh offered, hiding a grin.
Dallas moved closer, inspecting the cuffs. “Lucky you only restrained one hand.” His fingers trailed along the red line forming on my skin as he leaned in.
I nodded, breathing in his heady scent of shampoo and soap that smelled so good I forgot my hand hurt. “I wanted to give them a dry run.”
He smirked, his eyes blazing with mischief. “Well, when you’re ready for the wet run, make sure you call me.”
Sure he was crude, and flirted like it was his life’s mission, but he one hundred percent had the goods to back it up.
We’d slept together once, and it was by far some of the best sex I’d ever had. Dallas had made me come so hard I almost blacked out with just the right amount of freaky and seductive. He didn’t treat me like a china doll or a whore, exploring my body like I was a gift designed for his unwrapping. And unwrap me he did, over and over again until we were nothing more than a sweaty heap on the floor. But as much as I would have loved the repeat, I decided it was a one-time deal. Not only because we’d been there and done that, but I was relationship napalm. If we dated, there would inevitably be something wrong with him and we’d become decent friends lately. Besides, he thought monogamy was a type of wood, so it was best we kept the fireworks in the past.
“Maybe I will,” I teased back, only half joking.
At least if I slept with Dallas I would be guaranteed orgasms. I’d had to fake it with the last guy I’d slept with. It was either that or he’d keep poking me like I was mound of Play-Doh, and trust me, no woman wants to be tongued for an hour and feel nothing but chafing.
“Dallas,” Josh warned, returning with the tiny silver key between his fingers. “You want to wait until we get Kitty unlocked before you try humping her leg?”
“At least he’s house trained.” I smiled, relieved the key had been found.
Josh moved closer and with a quick twist, the metal unlocked and my wrist was finally free.
I cheered, throwing my arms around Josh and giving him a huge hug. “Yay, you guys are my heroes.”
Josh blushed, giving me a quick squeeze before releasing me. “Just try and be more careful next time.” He put the key on my bedside table.
“What about my hug?” Dallas grinned, edging Josh out of the way as he watched me stand. “I not only aided this operation, but I also brought you dessert.”
“You brought me pie?” I asked, remembering when I’d called him he’d been at a diner.
He nodded, opening his arms and waiting for me to fill the space. “Sure did, babe. Apple, just like you asked. I put it on your kitchen counter on the way to the bedroom.”
I didn’t even think, wrapping my arms around Dallas and nuzzling against his beautiful firm chest. Pie definitely deserved hugs. “You are the greatest.”
“Please don’t, Kitty.” Josh laughed from behind us. “He already has an ego the size of the Grand Canyon, positive reinforcement is not the way to go.”