Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) Read Online Free

enough of a glow from Darcy’s bedroom light that Mary saw everything.
    Darcy stopped when she saw Mary standing there,
which in turn had the guy slamming into her back.
    “Shit, Mary.” Darcy placed a hand over her heart.
“You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing creeping around in the dark?
Did you just get in?” The nude couple didn’t seem to be the least bit
self-conscious over their body parts just hanging out in the open since they
moved further into the kitchen. Dane opened the fridge and bent at the waist.
Talk about an unattractive picture, even if he did have a nice body. She
quickly averted her eyes and looked back at Darcy. Her roommate had started
walking over to the fridge, and Mary decided now was a good time to get the
hell out of there.
    “Just got home from tutoring, and I’m beat. I’ll see
you in the morning.”
    “Yeah, all right.”
    She quickly headed down the hall to her room, and
when the door was firmly shut behind her she breathed out. God, she so needed
her own place, but of course she couldn’t afford that on her own, and even if
Darcy had a lot of sex, she was good company. There were far too many times she
had either walked in on a lot of flesh jiggling around as Darcy screwed her
boyfriend of the week, or heard the sound of their almost animalistic sex, or
seen enough wieners in her house to give her nightmares. She supposed it was
just one of the hazards of having a roommate that liked to get it on … a lot.
    Getting undressed and changing into a t-shirt, Mary
climbed in bed and closed her eyes. She was tired, but of course the blissful
peace of sleep didn’t come right away. Instead the image of Alex Sheppard
slammed into her brain. Even now she could swear she smelled Alex. It was a
darkly intense aroma that had her heart racing and her toes curling. She was
insane, certifiably so, because there was no way anything would ever come
between them. Well, maybe a one-night stand, but that wasn’t Mary’s style, and
anything long term certainly wasn’t Alex’s calling card.
    Oh, who was she kidding to even play with an idea
like that? Forcing everything that was Alex out of her head, she made herself
relax and finally felt herself drift to sleep.
    ****
    “Sheppard, I want to talk to you.”Coach Marx called out from across the
field. Alex tipped his chin in acknowledgment and walked over to the bench to
grab one of the towels sitting in a stack on the metal seat. He took off his
jersey and equipment and wiped the sweat from his face and chest. Then he
tossed the small strip of cloth over his shoulder and headed to where Coach
stood talking with a few of his teammates.
    “Damn, Sheppard, even hung
over like a motherfucker you played like a beast.” Harley, one of the
linebackers and a mean asshole on the field, slapped Alex on the back and made
his way with the other players to the locker room.
    “You wanted to talk to me?” He stopped in front of
Coach Marx and breathed out roughly, trying to calm his respirations from the
grueling exercises.
    “You came to practice hung over again.” It wasn’t a
question. Coach didn’t want any of the players to drink, because he said it
polluted their bodies and made them sluggish on the field the next day, but he
couldn’t stop them from having a good time, and they just had to deal with the
shitty feeling the next day. Alex knew in order to succeed in this sport, this
career, he needed to kept to a strict regime and diet, but the truth was that
as much as Alex loved playing football it obviously wasn’t in his heart if he
couldn’t just stop the fucking partying and focus.
    “Yeah, sorry about that.” Alex
didn’t offer any more of an explanation. He respected the hell out of Coach
Marx, but even nauseous like a bitch after drinking all night he kicked ass on
the field. “I mean, we still played good today.” It hadn’t just been Alex that
was hung over. There had been a handful of other players that had dragged