Sometimes Brooke (The ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER Rock Star Romance Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

girl can see right through me. “You caught me.”
    She closes the book and places it on her lap. And when my attention is drawn to the short, tight skirt she’s wearing all I can think about it hiking it up, bending her over the bench, and slipping my dick inside of her.
    “What do you want, Leo?” She sounds weary.
    Since I can’t just come right out and tell her I’ve been dying to fuck her I opt for, “Do you want to go for a walk?”
    Her eyes narrow. “You really want to take me for a walk?”
    I nod.
    “Is this like a date or something?” She stares at me expectantly.
    I shrug because I’m not sure what to say.
    “Have you ever taken a girl on a date before?”
    “Nope,” I say before I wonder if it’s a bad thing.
    When she laughs my heart skips a few beats. I’m starting to understand what Rayne said about being scared shitless. She’s already doing it to me. If I make one wrong move she could completely reject me.
    “I’m not surprised. You can get any girl to spread her legs for you. It sure as hell doesn’t require dinner and a movie first.”
    That’s when it hits me. What I need to do to get this girl. Dinners, movies, flowers…everything that normal guys do when they’re trying to score. It’s something she’ll never expect from a guy like me.
    “Come on,” I say as I stand and hold out my hand. “Walk with me.”
    When she bites her bottom lip I want to bite it for her. But I can see the hesitation in her eyes, so I say instead, “I promise I’ll be a good boy.”
    “Okay,” she finally agrees and hops from the bench. “As long as you promise to be good.”
    I place my hand on my chest. “I swear.”
    As we look into each other’s eyes I wonder how long I’ll actually be able to keep that promise. My dick is straining against my jeans screaming to be let free.
    “Where to?”
    I glance around. “Want to walk over to the orchard?”  
    “Why not? Maybe we can grab a few oranges while we’re there.”
    When I extend my hand again I hold my breath wondering if she’ll take it this time. I think maybe I’ve got a fifty-fifty shot, which isn’t very good odds when you’re used to having sure things.
    After a few seconds of staring at the thing like it’s some creepy-as-shit monster hand she finally takes it.
    I lace our fingers together like I’ve seen other couples do and I notice her mouth upturn ever so slightly. I’ve never been a hand-holding kind of guy, but holding this girl’s hand feels right.
    “I’ve tried the Twelve Step thing before,” I tell her as we make our way over to a line of orange trees heavy with fruit.
    “I heard,” she admits. “I guess it didn’t work out so well.”
    I shrug. “Twelve is a lot of steps. Maybe if it was like a Five Step program I could have made it.”
    “Ever been through rehab?” she asks.
    “I’ve never had time for that shit. We’re usually on the road or in the studio. I can’t take thirty days off.”
    She laughs. “It’s not like a vacation. Believe me, it’s work.”
    “Booze is a big part of the rock life,” I tell her. “It’s not easy giving it up.”
    Shaking her head she says, “It’s not easy for anyone.”
    We’re both quiet for a while as we pick out the oranges we want. It feels so weird being with a girl and not being in bed. Or at the very least trying to find someplace secluded enough for me to stick my dick inside of her.
    “You should have this one.” She hands me a freaky looking orange that looks like a mad scientist’s experiment gone horribly wrong.
    “Why this one?”
    “It reminds me of you.”
    I’m not sure whether to laugh or be insulted. “I remind you of mutant fruit?”
    She nods. Adamantly.
    “How exactly am I like this orange?” I hold it up so we can both get a good look at it.
    “If you tell someone to think of an orange, most people will think of the perfect piece of fruit. The stereotypical orange in size, shape, color, texture, even scent. People