The Opposite Of Right (Bad Decisions Trilogy #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Christi Barth
and squirming, fingers clutching at his biceps. That responsiveness made Cam feel like the sex god all the magazines branded him. It surprised him how much Kylie just being herself turned him on. How much this wasn’t just some random, post-show hookup. How different, how right it all felt. How right she felt.
“More, please.”
Wild and polite. God, she drove him crazy in every good way. “You got it.” He pulled out, just as slow. Then Cam sheathed himself in one fast, deep thrust. A long, high squeal tore from her throat. The sound just pushed him closer to the edge. He needed more, too. So as he pistoned in and out, Cam dropped his head. Sucked that coral nipple, a deeper shade after the attention he’d given it earlier, and tongued it and pulled it to a sharp point.
Every nerve in his body seemed to come together in a solid mass between the base of his spine and his cock. Looking up, he caught the exact moment that Kylie’s eyes glazed over and rolled back. Her head thrashed from side to side. And he had the satisfaction of her moan ringing in his ears as he jerked with a final explosion that left him stretched flat on top of her.
“Holy shit,” he panted. “Can I help with your next bad decision, too?”
CHAPTER THREE
Kylie braced her hands on the trunk of Amanda’s car. Cranked her neck to look at the shiny behemoth of a bus parked sideways across a whole bunch of spots. And almost crawled right back into the passenger seat. “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.”
“No, it’s really not.” Amanda tugged the brim of her baseball cap down against the bright June afternoon sun. “Do you remember when you almost pledged Beta Omega instead of Gamma Delta Phi? And I had to point out to you that they’re known as the BO girls?”
Talk about a near miss. Kylie shuddered. “That was dumb. But not nearly on the same level of bad decisions as driving to the middle of nowhere .”
Amanda tsked at her. “Don’t insult our neighbors to the north. Your first stop is Milwaukee. Beer. Brats. The Brewers. It’s not Chicago, but it isn’t cow-town BFE, either.”
Why did Amanda have to be so polite about everything and everyone? If Kylie were to take her to a supermax prison, her friend would still probably find something nice to say. Like how it smelled better than expected. Or that the orange of the prison jumpsuits really brightened up the place. “I’m using my shiny new—and expensive—degree from Northwestern to be a roadie. ”
“We know some people from our class that are still pouring espresso. It happens. At least your entry-level job is cool.”
“I’m going to Milwaukee in a bus. ”
Using her hip to shove Kylie to the side, Amanda opened the trunk and pulled out a suitcase. And a backpack. And a tote bag. Packing for a month was hard. Especially when everything else you owned got shoved into storage.
“It’s a custom bus. One with all sorts of bells and whistles. Probably marble floors and showers and hot and cold running snacks.”
Constant snackage was pure evil. Instead of the freshman fifteen, she’d gain the tour bus twenty. Kylie sucked in her stomach at the very thought. “And I’ll be cooped up with a bunch of strange men. Who might be dangerous.”
“Riptide is one of the most famous rock bands in the country. In several countries. We’re meeting them in the parking lot of a library just to avoid the paparazzi. If they were dangerous, we’d know.” Amanda set the makeup bag on the ground and took Kylie by the shoulders. “What’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts?”
“I had those yesterday. I’m up to about seventy-fifth thoughts by now.” She’d lain awake all night, alternating between fear and panic. Horror and excitement. Not to mention all the sleepless hours spent reliving every touch, every lick, every moment of fullness and satisfaction that she’d experienced with Cam.
Kylie couldn’t even say
“More, please.”
Wild and polite. God, she drove him crazy in every good way. “You got it.” He pulled out, just as slow. Then Cam sheathed himself in one fast, deep thrust. A long, high squeal tore from her throat. The sound just pushed him closer to the edge. He needed more, too. So as he pistoned in and out, Cam dropped his head. Sucked that coral nipple, a deeper shade after the attention he’d given it earlier, and tongued it and pulled it to a sharp point.
Every nerve in his body seemed to come together in a solid mass between the base of his spine and his cock. Looking up, he caught the exact moment that Kylie’s eyes glazed over and rolled back. Her head thrashed from side to side. And he had the satisfaction of her moan ringing in his ears as he jerked with a final explosion that left him stretched flat on top of her.
“Holy shit,” he panted. “Can I help with your next bad decision, too?”
CHAPTER THREE
Kylie braced her hands on the trunk of Amanda’s car. Cranked her neck to look at the shiny behemoth of a bus parked sideways across a whole bunch of spots. And almost crawled right back into the passenger seat. “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.”
“No, it’s really not.” Amanda tugged the brim of her baseball cap down against the bright June afternoon sun. “Do you remember when you almost pledged Beta Omega instead of Gamma Delta Phi? And I had to point out to you that they’re known as the BO girls?”
Talk about a near miss. Kylie shuddered. “That was dumb. But not nearly on the same level of bad decisions as driving to the middle of nowhere .”
Amanda tsked at her. “Don’t insult our neighbors to the north. Your first stop is Milwaukee. Beer. Brats. The Brewers. It’s not Chicago, but it isn’t cow-town BFE, either.”
Why did Amanda have to be so polite about everything and everyone? If Kylie were to take her to a supermax prison, her friend would still probably find something nice to say. Like how it smelled better than expected. Or that the orange of the prison jumpsuits really brightened up the place. “I’m using my shiny new—and expensive—degree from Northwestern to be a roadie. ”
“We know some people from our class that are still pouring espresso. It happens. At least your entry-level job is cool.”
“I’m going to Milwaukee in a bus. ”
Using her hip to shove Kylie to the side, Amanda opened the trunk and pulled out a suitcase. And a backpack. And a tote bag. Packing for a month was hard. Especially when everything else you owned got shoved into storage.
“It’s a custom bus. One with all sorts of bells and whistles. Probably marble floors and showers and hot and cold running snacks.”
Constant snackage was pure evil. Instead of the freshman fifteen, she’d gain the tour bus twenty. Kylie sucked in her stomach at the very thought. “And I’ll be cooped up with a bunch of strange men. Who might be dangerous.”
“Riptide is one of the most famous rock bands in the country. In several countries. We’re meeting them in the parking lot of a library just to avoid the paparazzi. If they were dangerous, we’d know.” Amanda set the makeup bag on the ground and took Kylie by the shoulders. “What’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts?”
“I had those yesterday. I’m up to about seventy-fifth thoughts by now.” She’d lain awake all night, alternating between fear and panic. Horror and excitement. Not to mention all the sleepless hours spent reliving every touch, every lick, every moment of fullness and satisfaction that she’d experienced with Cam.
Kylie couldn’t even say