Desperate Chances by A. Meredith Walters
Sex changes everything.
And love can turn into an enemy…
Mitch Abrams, the bassist for the popular rock band Generation Rejects, has been in love with Gracie Cook for years. But Gracie, a complicated girl with a lot of baggage, was too blind to see how she felt about the man who had always stood by her.
Until one night of passion brought them closer than they had ever been before.
Feeling off balance and out of control, Gracie does the only thing a girl with self-destructive tendencies can do: end things with Mitch before they can really begin.
So Mitch moves on. With his band, his friends, and a new girlfriend.
Yet he can’t seem to forget about the girl who threw his heart away.
Gracie, who is still struggling to build a life after crashing to the bottom, finds it hard to forget about her one night with Mitch. And even as she tries to convince herself it was only sex, her heart knows differently.
But life is full of chances and desperate moments. And when Mitch and Gracie are thrown back into each other’s lives, will they seize at the opportunity to do things right?
Or will the rock star and the less than ordinary girl crash and burn?
For Matt…
One year ago
“I want to touch you. Will you let me?”
His voice was like hot chocolate slipping and sliding over my skin. I giggled nervously. Partly because I was slightly embarrassed and mostly over the top excited.
Mitch watched me closely, looking for me to back away. Waiting for me to tell him no.
I had made sure to always keep that separation between friends and “more.”
I knew he wanted something else. I knew he loved me and I enjoyed the feeling of being wanted. It was nice. After all the shit I had dealt with in the past few years, I reveled in the way Mitch Abrams worshipped me.
But I wasn’t good with giving into temptation. It had landed me in rehab.
Yet, I couldn’t look away from his dark eyes. They were so intense. So needy.
“Yes,” I breathed, hardly able to believe what I was saying.
Mitch’s eyes widened in shock. Then they heated. They simmered. They boiled over.
Oh fuck…
“Close your eyes,” he commanded and I liked this suddenly domineering side to his otherwise affable personality.
I did as I was told.
“Lay down,” he instructed.
I giggled again, feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed. But I couldn’t blame it on being drunk. That wasn’t me anymore. I had given all that up.
No. I was just drunk on him.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…
“Oh my god!” I groaned as he ran his hand up the inside of my leg, moving my drenched panties to the side and teasing me with his finger.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this, Gracie? Desperate only for me.” His voice hitched and I had to look away. The emotion on his face threatened to suffocate me.
My god, this was a mistake.
I felt suddenly panicked. I was lying on the bed, my pants around my ankles, with Mitch’s hand in my underwear.
Mitch Abrams.
One of my very best friends.
A man I swore I didn’t feel “that way” about.
Shit!
I had always been really good at lying to myself.
I stiffened even as the pulsing waves of pleasure thrummed through my body. Mitch pushed his finger inside of me and I fought against the urge to arch my back just to get closer.
I reached down between my legs and grabbed a hold of his wrist, keeping him still.
“Wait a minute, Mitch. We need to think about this.” Was that me that sounded so breathless?
Mitch leaned down, his dark brown hair falling into his face, his eyes intense and warm. His finger was still inside me. I squirmed a little.
“Why did you come here tonight, Gracie?” he asked me, his voice soft.