Don't Go There by Missy Johnson
Title: Don't Go There
Series: Awkward Love #5
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2018
Blurb
Vodka
should come with a warning:
Mixing with Karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote
when you were fourteen, about the boy who broke your heart.
At least he didn’t see it.
Oh wait. He did.
I should've just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from
doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend's wedding.
When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk
tells me he’s hasn’t changed. He’s still the same arrogant asshole who made my
childhood hell.
He insists on driving us home, and while he’s the last person I want to be
around, he and I both know it’s a bad idea for Lily to be anywhere near that wedding.
I’m on the road trip from hell with my heartbroken cousin, and the one guy I
can’t stand.
What was I thinking?
should come with a warning:
Mixing with Karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote
when you were fourteen, about the boy who broke your heart.
At least he didn’t see it.
Oh wait. He did.
I should've just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from
doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend's wedding.
When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk
tells me he’s hasn’t changed. He’s still the same arrogant asshole who made my
childhood hell.
He insists on driving us home, and while he’s the last person I want to be
around, he and I both know it’s a bad idea for Lily to be anywhere near that wedding.
I’m on the road trip from hell with my heartbroken cousin, and the one guy I
can’t stand.
What was I thinking?
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Excerpt
It’s five
in the morning and I’m still awake. I’m bordering on delirium, because I’m so tired, but I just can’t get to sleep.
I’ve tried listening to music, clearing my mind, counting backward … nothing is
working.
in the morning and I’m still awake. I’m bordering on delirium, because I’m so tired, but I just can’t get to sleep.
I’ve tried listening to music, clearing my mind, counting backward … nothing is
working.
There’s still one thing I haven’t tried …
I hold my
breath, listening to the sound of his breathing as I creep my hand under the
blankets and down over my stomach. I freeze when he stirs, but he doesn’t wake
up. My heart pounds as I focus on the sound of his breathing and nothing else.
breath, listening to the sound of his breathing as I creep my hand under the
blankets and down over my stomach. I freeze when he stirs, but he doesn’t wake
up. My heart pounds as I focus on the sound of his breathing and nothing else.
My body tenses
as a part my legs, just enough to slide a finger along my entrance. I hold my
breath, the air catching my throat, then I quickly exhale as I slide a finger
inside myself. I close my eyes and concentrate as I massage my clit, trying so
hard not to make a sound.
as a part my legs, just enough to slide a finger along my entrance. I hold my
breath, the air catching my throat, then I quickly exhale as I slide a finger
inside myself. I close my eyes and concentrate as I massage my clit, trying so
hard not to make a sound.
What would it feel like to kiss him?
I work
myself faster and harder as my body reacts. The soft lapping of my finger
sounds a thousand times louder than it really is. I gasp as my finger slides
deeper inside me. I want to scream, but I can’t, so I force the sound back down
my throat and ride the last of my climax out in total silence, all while still
imagining his hands on me. It’s torture and bliss at the same time.
myself faster and harder as my body reacts. The soft lapping of my finger
sounds a thousand times louder than it really is. I gasp as my finger slides
deeper inside me. I want to scream, but I can’t, so I force the sound back down
my throat and ride the last of my climax out in total silence, all while still
imagining his hands on me. It’s torture and bliss at the same time.
Holy fuck.
I stare at
the ceiling, unable to do anything other than lie there, listening to my heart
pounding in my chest. I kick off the blankets, my skin all hot and sweaty. Then
I smile and swallow a giggle. That was incredible. I’ve never experienced a
rush quite like that before.
the ceiling, unable to do anything other than lie there, listening to my heart
pounding in my chest. I kick off the blankets, my skin all hot and sweaty. Then
I smile and swallow a giggle. That was incredible. I’ve never experienced a
rush quite like that before.
Snuggling
into my pillow, I sigh. I’m so close to asleep …
into my pillow, I sigh. I’m so close to asleep …
And then I
hear that familiar chuckle.
hear that familiar chuckle.
Fuck.
I hold my
breath, not trusting myself to do anything other than lie there and panic. I
slowly relax when he doesn’t react. He’s asleep. It’s fine. I imagined it. I
breathe out and then close my eyes. Just as I finally feel like I’m going to
fall asleep, his sleepy voice cuts through the silence. I lie there, holding my
breath, my eyes wide open.
breath, not trusting myself to do anything other than lie there and panic. I
slowly relax when he doesn’t react. He’s asleep. It’s fine. I imagined it. I
breathe out and then close my eyes. Just as I finally feel like I’m going to
fall asleep, his sleepy voice cuts through the silence. I lie there, holding my
breath, my eyes wide open.
“Feels good
to be naughty, doesn’t it, Katie?”
to be naughty, doesn’t it, Katie?”
His sleepy
voice cuts through the silence. I don’t answer, because I can’t.
voice cuts through the silence. I don’t answer, because I can’t.
“Next time you
do that? I’ll be participating.”
do that? I’ll be participating.”
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Author Bio
Missy lives in central Victoria with her husband,
three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle. When she's not writing, she can usually be
found …oh wait. She’s always writing.
three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle. When she's not writing, she can usually be
found …oh wait. She’s always writing.
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