• Mackenzie Lane

Crossed Lines Excerpt


Spiked black heels and long golden legs catch my attention first. I know those legs well. They were wrapped around my head this morning. I smirk and raise my head to see why Kylee is bursting through my door when the party is kicking downstairs. “You’re missing all the fun,” she says as she steps into the room, closing the door behind her. She saunters over, swaying her hips in that seductive way she does to stand in front me, easing between my open legs. I lift a shoulder in a shrug. “What are you doing here?” Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging on the ends. “My dare.” The beer bottle dangles from my fingertips as I close my eyes and take a deep breath, resting my head against her stomach. The floor beneath my feet vibrates from the heavy bass coming from downstairs. Another fucking party. Another night with a hundred people stomping through my house. Girls wanting attention, guys willing to give it. I fucking hate it. I hate the parties. I hate the people. I hate having to be someone I’m not. I’m not the life of the party. I’m not the guy who never says no to a dare. I’m not the guy who shies away from anything. Not anymore. I’m sure as hell not the guy that screws anything with tits and a smile. Never have been. I’ve always been a one woman kind of guy. At least, I was. Until her. But I have a reputation to uphold. One that’s stuck with me since my first training camp when I came to FU three years ago. I’m the guy that’s always up for a good time. Guess it’s my fault for being so stupid in the past, for acting out and trying to rid the memories by drowning in alcohol and pussy. I shudder and focus back on the scantily dressed chick in front of me. Play the part. Be the guy. I lift my head and arch an eyebrow, sliding one hand around the back of her leg, I squeeze her thigh just under the bottom of her sparkly dress. “What’s that?” Pinching the hem, she hikes it up to her hips and leans into me, straddling my legs so her knees are on the bed either side of me. She reaches down and tugs the beer from my hand, bringing it to her lips and swallowing down the last few mouthfuls before tossing it in the corner, missing the trash can by a long shot. “Good thing I don’t play ball,” she laughs, resting her hands on my shoulders. I cup her ass cheeks and groan as she grinds herself over my growing erection. She brushes her fingers across the bruise under my eye. “Does it still hurt?” “No.” I shove her hand away. It’s fading. It’s an ugly yellow color now, and not nearly as swollen as it was when Austin punched me two weeks ago. He walked in while I was fucking Kylee’s face, and lost it. want more? Sign up here and get the book for free! www.mackenzielanebooks.com/subscribe

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