Lucy is a pizza baking woman with a penchant for being unreliable. It’s not her fault, really. Her parents coddled her forever, then her boyfriend did the same. When he dumped her she didn’t know how to set her own alarm, let alone how to get herself to work on time, even if work was just downstairs.
Chris is a hardworking teacher who loves to work with his hands. His ex left him because he cared more about his furniture than he did about her. When he’s within reach of having everything he dreamed of with his business, a tidal wave of woman steps into his life, and arms, and demands his help.
Lucy meets Chris.
In an attempt to make her ex jealous, Lucy kisses a random guy in a bar. Little does she know he’s her ex’s high school rival and still competitor on the ice. When Lucy realizes Chris could be just the thing she needs to get her ex back, and the confidence her brothers once had in her, she stops at nothing to get him to agree. Even the locker room door.
Chris thinks he must be crazy for agreeing to help a woman he doesn’t know. But one look at Oakridge’s face is all the motivation he needs to put on the performance of his life. The fact that she kisses like a goddess, looks like every wet dream he’s ever had, and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty makes his job that much easier.
Lucy wants to convince her brothers they can count on her. Chris wants to convince Lucy she doesn’t need a man to prove who she is. But both of them want something else. Something that’s not possible – each other.
Excerpt from Change On The Fly
“Looking good, Luce,” said a voice as soon as she stepped out of the locker room.
She screeched and threw a hand to her chest. Derrick leaned against the cinderblock wall, his blonde hair still wet from the shower. Lucy’s eyes raked over him, so familiar and so attractive. His legs were as thick as tree trunks but his upper body was smaller, making him look like a pear. He’d never been able to hold Lucy up against the wall when they’d had sex, not like she was certain Chris could.
“What are you doing here, Derrick?”
He smirked. “I know you saw me out on the ice. You were watching me more than your little boyfriend. Then again, the way you kissed him the other night I don’t think you even know him, so boyfriend is probably pushing it a little.”
“You broke up with me, Derrick. Who I kiss and who I date is no longer your concern.”
Derrick nodded slowly. “Except you are my business. You were mine first, and I’m not letting him have you.”
Lucy cocked an eyebrow at him. She wanted Derrick to want her back, but if it was just about winning, he’d be done with her as soon as she was his again. He needed to suffer a little bit. “I’m pretty sure dumping me is the exact opposite of me being yours. I’m not yours anymore, Derrick.”
He smiled wide, like he had a secret. “You wouldn’t be watching me so intently if you didn’t want to climb back into my bed. You know how good I can make you feel, baby. No other man is going to make you scream the way I do, especially not that dickhead you were kissing the other night.”
“You don’t know anything about him,” Lucy argued.
“Actually I do,” Derrick leered, pushing off the wall and stalking over to her. “I’ve known him for a long time, baby, and I’ve had plenty of women come running to me after they were disappointed with him. Said he’s got a tiny cock.”
Lucy’s mind flashed back to him in the shower, his massive erection staring her down. He was an inch or so longer than Derrick and had more girth, so she knew whatever women had told Derrick that Chris was tiny were straight up lying.
“That couldn’t be further from the truth,” Lucy taunted. “He’s almost too big for me to handle. But, you know, we make it work.”
Derrick’s grin slipped from his face until he was scowling at her. Lucy struggled not to grin at him. He was good and jealous, and the longer she toyed with him, the more desperate he’d be to have her back. Her plan was going to work like a charm.
She heard the whoosh of the locker room door close as lips came down over hers. A bag fall to the ground at her feet and strong arms wrapped around her waist. Chris’s tongue teased her lips and she parted for him, eagerly letting him in to explore. Her hands drifted over his chest then slid around his neck, tunneling through his damp hair. He tugged her closer, his erection pressing firmly into her belly and making everything south of there stir.
When he finally pulled back, he kissed her softly on the lips again and rested his forehead against hers. “There you are. I wish you’d have joined me in that shower. It was nice, but not nearly as nice as the one we had the other day. Maybe I can talk you into one later?”
Lucy nodded, aching between her thighs to get the man in her arms into a shower, to act out the fantasies that were darting through her head. Good God, he was sexy. And that low, husky voice… it stirred all her good parts to stand up and take notice.
“Oh, sorry, Oakridge,” Chris snarled, finally glancing up toward Derrick. “I didn’t notice you there. Just had to get my woman.” Derrick growled but Chris just narrowed his eyes at him. “Problem?” Derrick didn’t say anything so Chris grinned. “How about we get out of here, gorgeous? I think pizza and another shower sounds good for the rest of the night. Although it might be more fun to bathe you with my tongue instead. I’ll let you decide.”
Chris bent down to get his bag then tugged her toward the door, his arm securely around her shoulders, his fingers interlaced with hers. Lucy heard Derrick growl behind them, but all she could think about was the man next to her bathing her with his tongue.