Fantasy Boyfriend #2 (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free PDF

I had seen him, he had been with the gorgeous brunette.
The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them. "Is that Luke?"
    This time the girls paused again, all of them, and
turned toward the couple. Desiree tilted her head slightly. "It looks like
him from the back, but I can't tell for sure."
    "You want me to go up and ask?" Selena
asked.
    I gave her look and shook my head. “No, I don't."
As I watched, the guy broke the kiss and straightened. He said something to the
woman, then laughed, throwing his head back and glancing briefly toward the
rugby field. My heart dropped. The profile was unmistakable. "It is
Luke," I said, dismayed.
    "Come on, Jessica, he's just a loser."
    While I subconsciously agreed with Selena, I couldn't
help secretly burning for him. Despite my anger, my humiliation, and the fact that
I had been used and dumped, I was still incredibly attracted to Luke, and I
just couldn't figure it out. I had never been sexually motivated, and this new
realization left me confused.
    "What a jerk," Becky commented, shaking her
head. "Come on, Jessica, don't let them bother you. Good thing you don't
have to deal with him anymore. He's nothing but trouble."
    I allowed the others to pull me toward the rugby
field, but despite the fact that I was no longer ogling Luke and whatever girl
he was out with tonight, I still couldn’t get him out of my mind. Much as I
wanted to banish him from my thoughts, he seemed to have taken up permanent
residence. I couldn't stop thinking about his tattoos, his hair, those eyes,
and that sexy smile of his. Never in my life had I experienced such thrilling
sensations and I wasn't sure if I ever would again. Why oh why did my first experience with some of the best earth-shattering sex I had
ever experienced have to be associated with such a jerk like Luke?
    I sighed, struggling with my emotions. It was like I
sat on a fence, being pulled one way, then the other. On the one side, I
continually tried to fight my sexual attraction to Luke, and on the other, my
logical self argued that he was nothing but a loser,
a jerk, a douche bag. Still, every time I wavered one way or the other, I
remembered the feel of his fingers on my breasts, the touch of his warm lips
and tongue in and on my mouth, and most importantly, the way he had filled me
so completely and thoroughly, offering me the greatest pleasure I had ever
known.
    I followed the girls as they found a spot on the
bleachers and made their way up. Though I pretended to watch the game, my
thoughts were continually distracted. I tried to find Luke in the crowd, but it
was impossible. There were just too many people. A whistle blew and I focused
my gaze on the field. Why was I beating myself up? Why was I torturing myself
over someone who was a shallow as Luke Bradford? I deserved better than that.

 
    Chapter 6
    "Don't look now, but one of the rugby players has
been unobtrusively, or maybe not so much, been trying to catch Jessica's
attention for the past ten minutes," Selena commented during halftime.
    I made a face and rolled my eyes at her. "And
what makes you think he's looking at me and not you?"
    "Because I've smiled and batted my eyes at him
several times and he's not the least bit interested. In fact, just now he
pointed at you when I looked at him."
    "Seriously?" Becky commented, looking over
the players sitting on the benches lining the side of the field. “Which
one?"
    "Number Fifteen, on the bench, third from the
right on the end."
    All of us looked toward Number Fifteen. He had dirty
blond hair, wet from sweat. His broad shoulders filled out his scarlet red
shirt with a white stripe on the shoulders. I could see the bunch of trapezius
muscles creating of a V-shape along his upper back and down toward his spine.
When he stood with other members of the team to gather around the coach, his
shorts displayed muscular thighs and massive calves outlined by his knee-high
red socks.
    "Well, isn't he a fine specimen of a man?"
Desiree