Torn to Pieces (The Boys of DownCrash #2) (new adult contemporary romance / rockstar romance) Read Online Free PDF

to Tatum.  I saw myself slipping my small hand into his big hand.  I pictured us walking back into Un together, the eyes upon us, watching and judging.  Everyone nudging each other, Hey, check out Maggie... the slut is at it again...
    “I can’t tonight,” I said. 
    Shit.  I blew it, didn’t I?
    “Not tonight?  Okay.  Just get home safe, please.”
    I respected Tatum for not pushing at me but I also kind of hated him for it.  It wouldn’t take much to break me and have me cave and rush away with him, but he understood it.  Somehow, he did.  Maybe my eyes were that weary or maybe Tatum offered as a favor, hoping I would decline.
    “Just promise me something, Maggie,” he said.
    My lips quivered as fear ran through my body.
    Just promise me... always promise me... okay, Maggie?  Nobody has to get hurt, not again.  Not because of a broken promise.  I’m sure seeing things torn to pieces will help you understand that...
    “Maggie?  Are you okay?”
    “Yes,” I said, catching myself.  I saw that my hands clutching at Tatum’s shirt. 
    That’s when I realized his shirt was covered in blood.  I had been so focused on his eyes, his face, his lip ring , I missed the blood.
    “That’s not your blood, is it?” I asked.
    “No.  It’s the jock’s.  I’ll change when I get back.”
    “You can’t walk around in a bloody shirt,” I said.  “If police or campus security sees you...”
    “You’re right,” Tatum said.
    He took a step back and before I could utter a word, he tore his shirt off his body. 
    Holy.  Fuck.
    He rolled the shirt into a ball and held it tight.
    “There.  Better?”
    “Much,” I whispered.
    My eyes were in shock.  My body tortured.
    The lines of Tatum’s body were amazing.  The toned muscles connected with perfection, rippling and running in each other.  I knew this wasn’t just from drumming.  Tatum really took care of himself and his body.  The angled lines of muscle that cut into his jeans made me bite my lip.  I wanted to see where those lines went.  I wanted to follow those lines with my finger, no, my tongue .
    I followed the ripped body up and noticed two really sexy things.
    First, Tatum didn’t have a single tattoo on him.  I don’t know why that was sexy to me because I love tattoos.  Maybe because I expected him to have tattoos.  Tripp had tattoos... and Tatum was in a band...
    But nope, no ink.
    The second thing that caught my eyes - which should have been the first and only thing - was that Tatum had his left nipple pierced.  The same side where he had his lip ring.  When I looked up at his lip and started to compare both piercings at the same time, it drove my body wild.  For the first time in as long as I cared to remember, I was so turned on I could feel my panties pulling tighter against my body, absorbing the growing wetness. 
    “Everything good?” Tatum asked.
    I forced myself to stop eye fucking him and look him in the eyes.
    “Yeah, I’m okay.  What were you going to say... you wanted me to promise you something.”
    “Yeah, I do.  Promise me that if you need anything you’ll call or text me.”
    “Why?”
    I sounded bitter but whatever.  I had to stand there and endure an epic match between my heart, mind, and between my legs, all wanting something different.
    “Why?  Because I don’t want you to ever feel alone.  I don’t want you to walk the streets at night in the dark.  And I don’t want some asshole like Danny to ever make you feel less than you really are.  Is that good enough, Maggie?”
    “I’m sorry,” I said.  “It’s just... it doesn’t matter I guess.”
    “If you ever want to talk about it, it matters to me.”
    Tatum flicked his tongue at his lip ring which caused me to imagine flicking my tongue at his nipple ring. 
    Fuck, I was so turned on...
    Tatum nodded and started to walk away.  I took the liberty of enjoying the sight of his rippling back and the nicest ass I’d ever seen on a