Hidden Kisses (Love in Sienna Series Book 2), page 1
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Trigger Warning
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Epilogue
Playlist
Also By Laura John
Bonus Content
Bonus Content
Acknowledgements
About the Author
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 by Laura John
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“Yes! Oh, my God! Harder!”
I move in and out, giving her everything I’ve got, wishing she would just shut the fuck up. I know I should be thinking about how hot her tits are, but she isn’t the woman I want. The woman I want wants nothing to do with me. So, I’m fucking a chick who’s name I don’t know, wishing it was Leah.
“That feels so good, Johnny! I’m so close!”
Well, that makes one of us. She sounds like a fucking dying cat, and it’s really getting on my nerves. Why do some girls feel like they have to be so loud? I mean, if it’s authentic, fine, but I know this isn’t the best sex of her life—or if it is…well, I kind of feel sorry for her. Could she please just shut the fuck up?
“Right there! Yes! Oh my, God!”
My thoughts drift to Leah. To her long dark hair, what it would look like spread across my pillow. I think about her tits and what it would feel like grabbing them and sucking them into my mouth. I wonder what she would taste like as I sucked on her pussy, lapping up her juices.
The more I think about Leah and picture her instead of the chick I’m fucking, I realize I’m an inch away from coming. I give a couple more thrusts and picture Leah’s lips around my cock. With that image, I blow.
Pulling out, I go to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
“What the fuck are you still doing here?” I bark at the stupid chick still naked in my bed.
“I was hoping we could cuddle or go for round two.” She pouts, her red lipstick smeared all over her face.
Fuck, I didn’t even look in the mirror. I hope I don’t have too much on my face.
“I don’t double dip, sweetheart, so get dressed and get the fuck out.” I walk back into the bathroom and wash my face. It wasn’t bad, but I don’t want any memory of this chick. I just needed to get my dick wet and she was more than willing to spread her legs for me.
Everyone wants a taste of Johnny William Crown, famous baseball player and legendary pitcher, but that may all be over soon.
“Get your head out of your ass, Crown!” Coach Gibbs hollers, his face turning red. “You know I will fucking pull you if you don’t smarten the fuck up. I don’t know what the hell has been up with you these past few weeks, but you need to get over it NOW.”
He throws his hat and storms out of the dugout.
I run a hand over my face. He’s right. My head has been fucked up for the last several weeks, ever since my best friend Mikey’s birthday party. I’m terrified that I’m going to lose baseball, the only thing that matters to me, but if I don’t pull my shit together, it won’t matter because I’ll be fucked anyway.
I start jumping up and down and chanting lyrics from my favorite song. Mikey and I started doing this when we were kids. It’s a way to get our heads into whatever we’re doing.
“I’m doing this for you, Mom,” I say, looking up at the sky.
The rest of the game is fantastic. I play like I haven’t played in weeks, like the old Johnny is back. I play how I would want to if my mom was actually here watching.
“Great game, Crown.”
“Way to throw.”
“About fucking time.”
“The legend is back.”
Everyone is pumped that we won. I wish I could be that excited, but what’s the fucking point?
I slump my way to my truck. Thank fuck tomorrow is a day off. I just want to get to my bed and pass the fuck out.
I start my truck and crank some Slipknot. Knowing I shouldn’t, I shoot Leah a text.
Me: I can’t get you out of my head. Just one night.
Leah: You’re an asshole. Lose my number.
Me: I’m sorry for everything.
She’s not wrong. I am a fucking asshole, but when I met her, I felt something I had never felt before.
I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never wanted one. Girls are just there to scratch an itch. And love? Fuck that! Love is for pussies. I just need a girl once in a while to suck my dick and get me off. No need for feelings. But the second I laid eyes on Leah, I wanted something else.
“Hey, handsome. Care if I sit down?”
I look up and see a goddess. How have I never seen this woman before? Her jet-black hair is cascading down her back, and those cut-off jeans and crop top are showing me everything I like to see. Curves, a stellar ass, and tits that I want in my face right now.
I give her my best panty-melting smile. “Be my guest.”
She giggles and cozies up next to me. I like a girl who isn’t afraid to get what she wants.
“So, what’s your name, sweetheart, and how have I never seen you before?” I say.
Her smile could light up a fucking room, and it makes my heart do a funny flip. That’s new. I was starting to think I didn’t even have a heart anymore.
“Leah,” she purrs.
Leah. I like it. And her voice. It’s so sultry. I wonder what it would sound like screaming my name.
“So, Leah, tell me about yourself.”
“I’m a lawyer, I don’t take shit from anyone, and I like to be in control.”
My eyes widen a bit. Man, this girl has balls. I fucking like it.
“Well, I’m Johnny, I’m a pitcher for The Sienna Grey Wolves, and I bet I could get you to give up control to me for one night.” I give her a wink and I see her shiver.
“I don’t give up control.” Her back straightens, a power move, but it doesn’t work on me.
I put my drink to my lips. “We’ll see about that.”
I take a long pull before resting it back on my knee, never losing eye contact. Her eyes are chestnut brown with flakes of gold floating around, I wonder if they get darker when she is about to come.
She licks her lips, and my eyes automatically are drawn to them. They are perfect, kind of plump, a natural berry color, and I want so badly to see them wrapped around my dick.
“So, are you a hermit or something? I would have remembered i
She lets out a loud, but girly, laugh. “Definitely not a hermit. Maybe we just go to different places.” She shrugs.
“Maybe.” I raise an eyebrow at her before letting my gaze travel her body. “With those legs, I’m guessing you love to dance. What’s your favorite dance club?”
She gives me a flirtatious smile and moves in closer. “Thank you for noticing.” She looks up at the sky as if thinking really hard for an answer. “All That Jazz. They have the best deejays and the drinks are awesome.”
“You have got to be shitting me. I’m there all the time. In fact, I was just there with Mikey a few weeks ago.”
Her face lights up. “I was there that night! I saw him for like three seconds. I was with my bestie, Tia.”
I place my hand on her thigh, stroking it gently with my thumb. “Well, clearly that place is too big if I didn’t see the most beautiful girl on the planet.”
She rolls her eyes. “Does that pickup line work for you often?”
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t normally need pickup lines. I just ask if she’s down to fuck and we leave.”
Leah’s breath hitches, and she starts to blush. I love that I have this effect on her. I lean in, plant a kiss on her neck, and feel her body shiver under my touch.
“So, do you want to fuck?” I whisper in her ear.
She grabs my face and slams her lips into mine. Most girls I’m with are timid as fuck, but not Leah. She knows what she wants and takes it.
I grab her hips and help position her so she’s straddling me. I’m instantly hard from the way she is moving her hips.
“Honey, you’d better slow down unless you want me to fuck you in front of all these people. But I’m down if you are.” I smirk at her.
Her face turns the perfect shade of red. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, I’m not normally that forward.” She pauses, looking around to see if anyone is paying attention; of course, they’re not. “I think I need a drink.”
She stands up and walks off.
I shake my head, trying to get my thoughts straight.
Fuck, who is that woman? She is strong, confident, and sexy as fuck. I want her. Just for a night. A long, hot night.
I sit for a minute and finish my drink. No use wasting good alcohol. After a couple of minutes, my hard-on is down to just a slight chub, and I’ll be able to walk without it being painfully obvious.
Making my way to the kitchen for another drink, I see my girl standing next to a cute blonde and my best friend.
Wait. Did I just say my girl? What the fuck? She isn’t my girl. She’s just a girl I’m going to fuck. I give my head a shake before I slap Mikey on the shoulder. I’m so glad I was able to make his birthday bash.
“This is Johnny Crown,” Leah beams, grabbing me. “And Johnny, this is my best friend in the entire world, Tia.”
I look at the tall blonde.
“Nice to meet you,” she says with a half-smile.
I stare at her for a second. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
I mean, she is a blonde and I love blondes. She probably just reminds me of a girl I fucked once. The more I look at her, the more I think it was just the hair. She doesn’t really look familiar to me.
“I don’t think so. Must just be a familiar-looking face,” she says.
“I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Mikey mumbles.
What’s up with him? He doesn’t even look at me. Just keeps his eyes on the girl, who I’m assuming is his new girlfriend.
“I got back last night and knew I had to make your party, man.” I grab Leah by the waist and pull her snug against me. “And damn, am I glad I did.”
Leah giggles, and I smile. I’m going to have so much fun with this one.
“I’m glad you made it, man, but if you’ll excuse me, I want to spend some quality time with my girlfriend.” Mikey grabs Tia’s hand and walks away.
I put my truck into drive. That’s enough of memory lane for now. At least those are good memories. That night turned to shit fast; I just hope my whole fucking life isn’t ruined now.
Tossing and turning, I can’t stop thinking about him. The way his lips tasted. The feel of his hands on my body. The fire that spread through my veins. He lit a spark in me that I have never felt before. Everything I experienced was completely new, and it was only maybe twenty minutes. What would it be like if I spent the night with him?
I try to push the thoughts out of my head. I cannot be thinking about him. Not about his green eyes, the shade of emeralds with bits of red circling the pupil. The way his jaw clenched when he asked me if I wanted to fuck. The way his dark brown hair fell effortlessly into a sexy, just-got-out-of-bed look.
Stop it!
I don’t know why I’m having these feelings. Everything about Johnny screams, “Stay away!” But tell that to my heart. My head says, “Girl, you know better,” but my body says, “Let’s do this!”
Pushing the good feelings out, I let my thoughts drift to when I found out who Johnny Crown really is.
“I’ve got wine and ice cream. Now, will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” I throw the groceries on the counter and make my way to Tia.
She looks broken, her eyes swollen from crying.
I pull her into my arms. “Oh, sweetie, what happened?”
“Johnny,” she whispers.
“What about him? Did he do something to you while I wasn’t around?”
I try to think back. When Tia left me to talk to her boyfriend, Mikey, I found Johnny, and we made out like a couple of teenagers. I don’t think there was a time that he would have been able to upset her.
“High school,” she squeaks out.
I sit silently, waiting for her to continue. Tia has always had issues opening up, but she is trying and letting me in more than she ever has.
“I was bullied horribly as a kid. Johnny Crown was the worst of them all. He kicked me when I was down and called me awful names. My real name is Patricia. So, of course, Fatty Patty was his favorite name. I can still remember the way the blood tasted in my mouth when he tripped me and pushed me into the locker.” She stops for a minute, taking in a ragged breath. “Mikey was at the same school as us and he was friends with Johnny, but he was still kind to me. Just seeing Johnny for the first time in years tonight was too much to take.”
I nod and caress her back. She had already seen a tramp who’s been trying to steal her boyfriend, and then to see her old bully? Yeah, that’s a tough night.
“I ran. Mikey told me not to run, but I did it anyway. Do you think we can get through this?” she asks through the tears. “I told him to give me space, but a small part of me wanted him to chase me.”
I pull her in for a tight squeeze. “If your love is strong enough, you can get through anything.”
Of course, Johnny was a bully. From everything I’ve read about him, he’s an asshole and a man-whore. The hot ones always are. Yes, he made me feel amazing, but there is no way I can be with someone like that. Not even for one night. I can’t betray my friend like that. But why do my thoughts keep drifting back to him?
“Damn. Why do beers taste better at games then they do at the bar?” Rayna asks, taking a sip from her beer.
Rayna is my baseball buddy, since Tia could care less about sports. We go to as many games as possible together, and if we can’t get to a game, we watch at our favorite sports bar, Pitchers.
The chatter is loud around us, and I smile.
“It’s because of the atmosphere,” I reply, taking in all the sights and sounds.
Our team comes out onto the field and the crowd cheers.
“Did Johnny Crown get hotter or is it just me?” Rayna asks.
I blush. “He’s even hotter up close and in person.”
Rayna’s mouth hangs open. “Um, excuse me? When did you get up close and personal with Johnny Crown, and how come you haven’t told me yet?”
I giggle. “Well, first of all, I don’t have to tell you everything. And second of all, it isn’t important. I found out he was an asshole, and the rest is history.”
Rayna continues to stare at me. “Well, of course he’s an asshole, but that doesn’t mean you still shouldn’t tap that.”
I let out a full laugh. Rayna and Tia are close, but I still don’t think Tia would want Rayna knowing all the details of her past, so I can’t tell her about why I can never go there with Johnny.
