BAD THINGS
By R.K. Lilley
Released: June 11th, 2013
By R.K. Lilley
Released: June 11th, 2013
Danika hasn’t had an easy life. Being insanely attracted to bad boys has never helped make it easier.
One look at Tristan, and every brain cell she possessed went up in smoke. This man was trouble with a capital T. It was a given.
She knew better. Bad boys were bad. Especially for her. Considering her history, it was crazy to think otherwise. So why did crazy have to feel so damn fine?
For as long as she could remember, Danika had been focused on the future with single-minded purpose. Tristan came along and taught her everything there was to know about letting go, and living in the present. She fell, hard and deep. Of course, that only made her impact with the ground that much more devastating.
He
opened up a drawer of the desk that ran along the far wall.
“That
sounds ominous,” I said, following him.
“On
a scale of one to ten, how much do you like the last guy that you slept with?”
Tristan asked me with an arched brow and a crooked smile, flashing those
dimples at me. He used those things like
a weapon.
“My
ex? Negative five, since I’m feeling
mellow right now,” I said instantly.
He
nodded. “Exactly. The last girl I hooked up with threw a drink
at another chick for smiling at me, and the one before that started nagging me
about my drinking after we’d hooked up one time. Sex turns women into nagging psychos, and it
turns men into straight-up assholes.
Now, how much do you like me?”
I
wrinkled my nose at him. “Right this
second? Well, this little speech is kind
of annoying but I do kind of like you most of the time. I’ll give you a solid five.”
He
just grinned, not at all offended. I
don’t think he would have known what to do with me if I wasn’t giving him
shit. “Well, I give you a ten, which
averages our friendship out to a solid seven, making you one of my favorite
people of all time. I’d like to maintain
our average, so I say we make a list.”
He
had actually gotten a pen and paper out, and I made sure he saw me roll my
eyes.
His
grin just widened. “That’s what I love
most about you. I never have to wonder
what you’re thinking. It’s all right
there on your lovely face.”
My
scowl just deepened as I saw what he was writing.
‘THE
FRIENDS DON’T LIST’ –
Because
I like you too much to sleep with you
I
sighed loudly. “What is the point of
this? We don’t need to write it down.”
He
straightened, giving me a look that made things low in my body clench in the
most delicious way. His gaze was
borderline obscene as he eyed me, top to bottom.
He
swallowed hard. “I need to. God, Danika, even your feet are fucking sexy
to me, and I like you too fucking much to screw it up. I want to be around you. I’d be sad if you we didn’t see each other
anymore, and I’m batting zero at the relationship thing. I’m a good friend, though, so yeah, I need a
real clear ‘don’t’ list, so I don’t screw it up.”
I
smirked at him. “My feet, huh? My feet are really that sexy? You crazy horn-dog.”
I
didn’t want a relationship with him, either.
I knew that it would mean the end of us as friends, but knowing that he
found me that sexy made me warm all over.
It didn’t make me feel dirty to have him look at me like that, it made
me feel special. It was a novelty for
me, to be sure.
He
laughed and nodded, giving me really good eye contact. “Yes.
It’s a problem. I’m a man-whore,
and you would tempt a saint. Let’s find
a way to keep our friendship safe.”
I
liked that, liked that he valued my company more than my body. I nodded, finally giving him smile for
smile. “Yes. That makes sense. Sex isn’t worth it anyway. It never leaves me with anything but a need
for a date with my vibrator, and that’s if I’m lucky.”
He
groaned and slapped his forehead. “I
need to get that image out of my head.
That was cruel. Do you mean that
your last boyfriend didn’t make sure you got off?” He asked the question like he just couldn’t
help himself. I knew him well enough to
know that he couldn’t.
I
laughed, trying not to make it sound as bitter as it actually was. “No.
I’m saying that none of them did.
They couldn’t find a clit with a map.
Selfish pricks.”
He
ran a hand over his face, and it went a little slack before he looked at me
again. “That hurts me deep in my soul,
Danika. I wouldn’t do that to you. I’d make sure you came, first and last. I’d go down on you every time, if that’s what
you like. I’d lick—“
I
held up a hand, giving him an arch look, though I was far from unaffected by
his little speech. I wanted badly to see
if he was really that good, but I shook myself out of it.
He
grimaced. “Sorry, sorry. That was out of line. You can’t tell me stuff like that. It makes me want to punch somebody and, well,
do things to you that do not need to be spoken out loud. But it does prove my point about me needing a
‘don’t’ list.”
I
nodded. It was becoming apparent that we
both needed one. “Yes. Don’t you worry about poor old me. I like my vibrator just fine. Better than any cock that’s ever come near
me, in fact.”
He
closed his eyes, lowered his head, and held up one finger as though he needed a
moment.
I
giggled, because I had been trying to torment him, and I saw by the oversized
bulge in his jeans that I’d succeeded.
I
snapped my fingers at him. “Okay, okay,
let’s get on with it. Get started with
your list.”
1.
No sex, no making out, no kissing.
“No
getting off and thinking about you?” I asked.
Yes, I was trying to torment him.
He
held up that finger that made me giggle again.
He looked like he was thinking hard for a long moment, finally shaking
his head. “Nope. Can’t do that. Sorry.
It’s like saying I won’t get hard when I see you wearing a bikini. It would just be a lie. But I won’t torture you with the details, I
swear.”
I
nodded, still smiling. Teasing just
never got old with him. He made it so
much fun. He made absolutely everything
fun. “The same,” I told him. “I’ll try not to be too loud when I cry out
your name as I get myself off.”
He
shook his head, looking pained. “So
jacked up,” he muttered under his breath.
After
a long pause, he started writing again without another word.
2.
No getting jealous or complaining about who the other one is dating or hooking
up with.
“That
goes for you too, right?” I asked archly.
“No hitting guys in bars for looking at me funny.”
“I
didn’t hit him. I just choked him a
little.”
“Um,
yeah, that sounds worse than punching.
Not helping your argument.”
He
completely ignored that, writing.
3.
We can hang out whenever we want, but we won’t call it a date, even if we’re
doing date-like things
“Would
oral be considered date-like?” I asked, just messing with him, as usual. I’d never been able to have sexual banter
with a man that didn’t end up making me feel like shit. It was just the opposite with Tristan. For some reason, it made me feel warm and
fuzzy every time.
He
sent me a twisted grin. “I’m pretty sure
that would be breaking the no kissing rule.”
“Pretty
sure leaves wiggle room.”
He
gave me a look that could only be described as longing. “I do love the way you wiggle.”
I
giggled.
He
went back to writing.
4.
No nagging.
“That
counts for you, too. No telling me when
I’ve had too many shots. That’s for me
to decide.”
He
sent me an exasperated look. “Well, if
you drink enough shots that you climb on the bar to dance, and some guy grabs
you, don’t nag me for beating the shit out of him.”
“That
sounds like a clear violation of rule number,” I pointed out.
“That’s
not jealousy. That’s me being protective
of my buddy.”
I
rolled my eyes. It was a fine line.
He
started writing again.
5.
Always remember that we like each other too much to sleep together, and that
sleeping together will ruin EVERYTHING.
6. If the words ‘I love you’ are ever mentioned,
it will be assumed that it is in a friendship type context.
7.
No talking dirty, or talking about dates with your vibrator.
He
sighed, immediately crossing #7 out.
7.
No talking dirty, or talking about dates with your vibrator.
“That
one is just no fun at all,” he explained.
I
giggled. Only Tristan could make me
giggle.
He
sent me a warm smile.
“I
named my vibrator after you,” I told him with a smirk. “He’s small, but he makes up for it by
working hard.”
He
straightened, moving a little close to show me just how small he wasn’t. I backed up to the edge of the table, and he
followed.
He
gave me his sinful smile. “I’m big like
this everywhere. Don’t make me prove it
to you.”
I
rolled my eyes. “Every guy says
that. It would be refreshing to meet a
guy that just admitted to being average-sized, or God forbid, small.”
He
shook his head. “You want me to do
something crazy. I see your game
now. Not falling for it.”
I
couldn’t hold back a smile, because I had been egging him on. The man was so outrageous, he’d do anything
on a dare. I shrugged. “I’ll never know, but in my imagination it’s
very clearly average, bordering on small.
No way to change it.”
He
pursed his lips, his fingers going to the button on his jeans.
I
slapped my hands over my eyes, running away and giggling like a kid.
He
overtook me in seconds, picking me up easily.
He flung me over his shoulder, heading to the back door.
I
knew where this was leading.
“Put
me down!” I screeched between giggles.
“I just washed my hair!”
“Every
time you make me want to pull my dick out for you, for any reason, I’m throwing
you in the pool. This is for the sake of
our friendship, Danika.”
I
was already flying through the air before he’d finished talking. I heard him say Danika right before my head
went under.
The
bastard. A quote from Danika not long
after...
“It
wasn’t a don’t list, you douche bag! It
may as well have been a fucking to-do list!”
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Great list. Loved the excerpt.
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Great list! I almost wet my pants laughing so hard, lol! This book is already on my must have list :)
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