Ex, Why, And Me

270 Pages·2006·1.13 MB·English

by  Susanna Carr

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a n d M e

S u s a n n a C a r r

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P r o l o g u e
It was difficult going all the way with a guy when you were
required to wear a tiara, but Michelle Nelson managed it.
Barely.
She just never thought it would occur in the middle of
the night behind the pinsetters at Pins & Pints, Carbon
Hill’s bowling alley and the only source of entertainment
one could have standing up.
Michelle shifted, her knees aching against the hard, cold
floor. The alley was closed, the lanes silent, but she was
bumping up against ancient, oily machinery. The location
hadn’t been her first choice for her first time with her first
love.
It didn’t seem to hold the right ambiance for Ryan Slater,
either. “Let’s go back to my place,” he suggested in a husky
tone that made her skin tingle.
She glanced down at him, but the shadows made it diffi-
cult to read his expression. Michelle felt exposed as she
straddled him, the weak overhead lights almost reaching
her. Her evening dress from the JC Penney catalog bunched
up against her thighs, the pink polyester rubbing her bare,
flushed skin.
“No,” she whispered, her heart pounding in her ears.
She pressed her hands against his shoulders, pulling at his
T-shirt with desperate fingers. “I can’t wait that long.”
2 / Susanna Carr
It had to be now. She was leaving for Europe in the
morning. Her bags were packed, she’d said goodbye to her
friends, but there was this one last thing to do.
It had taken her all summer to get Ryan Slater. She could
have pursued another local guy in a lot less time, but she
wanted Ryan and no one else would do. It had been that
way ever since she could remember, so at least twenty years.
Unfortunately, all the prettier, bolder girls wanted him, too.
No matter what she had done in the past, it wasn’t
enough to compete for Ryan’s attention. He’d never seemed
to notice her. Not even when she’d worn the tiara and the
Miss Horseradish sash for the past year. And God knew
those were hard to miss.
He noticed her now. Had stared at her in awe. Or maybe
he was staring at her tiara, which had a tendency to catch
the light and blind people. That was probably it, but she
couldn’t do anything about it now. The crown was pinned
and shellacked to her updo.
The glittery distraction would serve her well, Michelle
decided as she glided the condom onto Ryan. She didn’t
want him to feel her hands fumble and shake. Rolling the
latex down was not as easy as her best friend Vanessa had
led her to believe.
The tip of Ryan’s cock nudged against Michelle’s flesh.
The intimate contact made her feel hot. Tight. She grasped
him at the base and lowered down.
Michelle jerked, startled, when Ryan clamped his fingers
against her bare hips. “We’ll take it slow,” he said roughly,
almost as if he said it through clenched teeth.
Her heart raced as he guided her. White heat crackled
just under her skin when he gently filled her.
She closed her eyes, her breath hitching, as she relished
every sensation. Michelle had been expecting pain. Nothing
major, but something unpleasant. Nothing like the delicious
heavy ache that flooded her muscles.