Misunderstood

  Misunderstood

  Katy Kaylee

  Contents

  Description

  Prologue

  1. Katie

  2. Ryder

  3. Katie

  4. Ryder

  5. Katie

  6. Ryder

  7. Katie

  8. Ryder

  9. Katie

  10. Ryder

  11. Katie

  12. Ryder

  13. Katie

  14. Ryder

  15. Katie

  16. Ryder

  17. Katie

  18. Ryder

  19. Katie

  20. Ryder

  21. Katie

  22. Ryder

  23. Katie

  24. Ryder

  25. Katie

  26. Ryder

  27. Katie

  28. Ryder

  29. Katie

  Epilogue

  Just Another Chance (Excerpt)

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  Description

  Ryder Malloy. Selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Prick.

  An epitome of manliness. Six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle.

  My brother’s ex best friend, and my new client.

  Four years ago, he took my innocence and left – without a word.

  Today, he’s the star quarterback who needs an image makeover,

  And I’m his publicist, who doesn’t quite believe him.

  Task at hand: Swallow my hate for him and concentrate on the job at hand – making Ryder look like a real life knight in shining armor.

  Complications: I’m falling for him all over again.

  Well, sleeping with a client is a no-no.

  Making out with him on my desk – a bigger no-no!

  Making a baby with him?

  What was I thinking!

  Prologue

  Katie

  My life was nearly perfect. I’d earned my college degree a month ago and just finished my first week as a marketing assistant at a PR firm in St. Louis, Missouri. I had parents who were proud of me, and a brother I adored was getting married in a week. I had several great friends who were with me now as I entered the bar section of the restaurant we liked to hang out at sometimes.

  “Do you think dancing Jack will be here this week?” My friend Jenny asked our other friend Tanya, who’d gone home with a handsome yet awkward dancer last week.

  “I wouldn’t mind another go-around with him.” She winked. “What about you, Katie? Think you’ll find your lover boy?”

  Both of my friends knew that I was still a virgin. I knew deep down they thought it was scandalous that I was twenty-one years old and never had sex. They were nice enough not to tease me about it, but they’d also made it a goal to have me turn in my V-card ASAP.

  “You never know.” My being a virgin wasn’t a religious or moral decision. Mostly, I’d been so focused on school and getting my career started that I didn’t spend a lot of time dating. The few opportunities I’d had to sleep with a man, I just wasn’t into it. I’d been too nervous or not aroused enough.

  As we passed the bar, I scanned the area and my eyes stopped on a familiar face. I had to do a double take because I was sure my eyes were deceiving me. Ryder Malloy couldn’t be sitting by himself in a crowded bar. He was a hometown hero. Second string quarterback for the Nashville Copperheads football team. How was it no one was bothering him for an autograph?

  I watched as a middle-aged man approached him.

  Ryder looked at him and scowled. The expression was so fierce, the man lifted his hands in surrender and backed away. Ryder downed his shot and waved to the bartender for another.

  “Hey, I’ll meet you guys in a minute,” I said to my friend. “I need to check on something.”

  Ryder was my brother’s best friend since kindergarten, and so it wasn’t a surprise he was in town. He was my brother’s best man in his upcoming nuptials.

  To me, Ryder was the epitome of manliness. He was six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle. He had bronze hair and sapphire eyes, but he didn’t have the pretty boy looks that often went along with light hair and blue eyes. He had a rugged, nearly dangerous look that filled every sexual fantasy I had. Since I first discovered masturbation, he’d been the start and end of every orgasm.

  Not that he knew about that. He saw me as Danny’s little sister, and even if I wasn’t, he wouldn’t have been attracted me. He gravitated to model-gorgeous women with great bodies, a type my brother shared.

  Me, I was pretty, and I had curves, but more than most men appreciated. Then there were the glasses. Some people could pull off glasses and look pretty, even sexy. I wasn’t one of those people. I just looked like a nerd.

  So, while Ryder wouldn’t be the one to pop my cherry, he was a long-time friend and clearly something was up.

  As I moved closer, he turned and gave me a scowl.

  I smirked. “That won’t work on me Ryder Malloy, so don’t even try.”

  The scowl actually deepened. “Did Danny send you?” The slight slur to his words suggested he’d imbibed a few shots.

  I frowned, wondering what the heck was up. “No. I’m here with friends. What’s going on?”

  “Your brother is a fucking dick.”

  I jerked back. “What happened?”

  He shook his head and turned back to his drink. He downed it and waved to the bartender. “Another Jack Daniels,” he said ordering another shot of whiskey.

  I hopped up on the barstool next to him.

  “I’m not in the mood, Katie.”

  “Okay. We don’t have to talk about my dickhead brother.” My brother wasn’t a dickhead, and I couldn’t imagine why Ryder would say that unless there was some issue about the business deal they were trying to strike. But I also knew that pushing the subject now would make him back away.

  He snorted. “Prick.”

  The bartender gave me a look as he set the drink on the counter. “Last one, hotshot.”

  Ryder glared at him.

  I nodded to the bartender letting him know I’d try to take care of it. Normally, I’d have called Danny, but since he was the source of Ryder’s desire to drink to oblivion, I decided I need to handle it.

  Ryder downed the next glass.

  “Why don’t we go to my place?”

  “I like you, Katie, but—”

  “Not for that. It won’t look good if you get photographed completely lit.”

  “Fuck ’em.”

  “You say that now, but if you get in trouble with the team—” I took a different route. “I got a bottle of Corsaire Ryemageddon for graduation,” I mentioned the Tennessee whiskey that he’d given me.

  He narrowed his glassy eyes at me. “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Is this a trick?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’re having a fight with Danny, he hasn’t said a word to me.”

  “Let her take you home, man. You don’t want your fans seeing you like this.” The bartender took Ryder’s empty glass.

  “Whatever.” Ryder slid from the stool and swayed as he worked to get his legs under him. I put my arm around him, knowing full well if he lost his balance, he’d take us both down.

  A busboy trotted up on the other side, ready to help if needed. As it was, once Ryder got out into the humid night and took a breath, he seemed to regain a bit of his composure.

  “I’ll just head back to the hotel.”

  “Why are you at a hotel?”

  Ryder’s mother left when he was little and his father was abusive, so he’d spent a lot of time with my family growing up. So much so, he was like a surrogate son to my parents. Surely, they had a place for him at their h
ouse.

  “It’s a hassle for your parents. The neighborhood is…”

  He didn’t finish, but I knew what he meant. He was a celebrity in our neighborhood, and my mother, being a true southern woman, always felt compelled to feed and entertain when people would show up when Ryder was there.

  “Where are you staying?”

  He pointed across the street to one of the big-name hotel chains that had gone up along the Interstate over the last ten years.

  “Why don’t I take you to my place? I’ll cook you dinner.”

  “What about the Corsaire?”

  I didn’t plan to really give him more booze, but I smiled. “And that.”

  He shrugged and somehow got his large frame into my little Honda Fit, my first purchase after getting hired. I texted my friends that I was helping a friend of Danny’s get home and then drove the twenty-minute route to my apartment complex.

  Ryder was quiet on the ride, and even though I was dying to know what had happened between him and Danny, I didn’t ask. They were like brothers, and whatever it was, they’d work it out. They always did.

  He was steadier on his feet, although clearly still lit when we got to my apartment. He sat on my couch, taking up nearly the whole thing with his size. “Did I give you that Corsaire?”

  I laughed. “You remembered.”

  “I didn’t know what else to get you for graduation, but since you were twenty-one, that seemed like a good choice.”

  It always surprised and touched me that he remembered my family. It was a testament, I supposed, to how much we meant to him that he always remembered birthdays and holidays, even if he didn’t come home that often. Since being drafted in the NFL four years ago, his life completely changed. He might not be a famous quarterback, yet, but he now had money. He also had the good looks that women gravitated to. It was my impression that his life had become one big party, especially away from the calming influence of my parents. Ryder’s go-to behavior was usually wild, and it was the help of my family that had got him through school so he could get a football scholarship to college.

  “What do you want to eat?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not hungry.”

  I sat next to him, hoping he didn’t ask for a drink. “Aside from my brother being a prick, how’s life?”

  He laughed. “You never did put up with my bullshit.”

  “There’s always too much to put up with it.” I took my glasses off and massaged the bridge of my nose. Soon, now that I had vision care, I was going to get contacts.

  Ryder tilted his head as he looked at me. “You have great eyes, Katie.”

  My insides turned into liquid wax as he stared into my eyes.

  “What color are they?” he asked.

  “Some sort of blue.”

  He shook his head and leaned closer. “No, they’re gray. It’s sexy.”

  I closed my eyes to ward off the feeling he meant what he was saying.

  “Hey.” He tugged on a strand of my long dark hair.

  I opened my eyes.

  “You don’t think you’re sexy?”

  I laughed. “I don’t think I’m sexy to you.”

  He frowned. “Why not? What’s wrong with me?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Your last date was a Victoria Secret model. I look nothing like a model.” I got up and went to the kitchen, not wanting to be there when he sobered up and realized that all women were pretty through a booze buzz.

  “She wasn’t very good in bed,” he called out to me.

  Well then, he’d be doubly disappointed by me, I thought. “How about some crackers and cheese?”

  “Why not?”

  I brought out the food, plus water and a couple of pain relievers. Like a dutiful child, he drank the water and pain relievers and ate a few crackers and cheese.

  “Am I ruining your night?” he asked.

  “No.” I set my plate on the coffee table next to his.

  “No hot date?”

  “No.”

  He frowned. “Why not?”

  “Why the interest in my love life?”

  He studied me for a minute. “Because you deserve one. Danny and I have fucked around with all the wrong women. If we were smart, we’d look for someone like you.”

  “Me? Fat. Frumpy.”

  “What the hell, Katie?” He seemed bothered by my statement.

  “Ryder… I’m twice the size of your underwear model.”

  “But you’re more beautiful in all the ways that count.”

  I swallowed, wanting to savor his words, and yet knowing he’d probably forget we’d had this discussion by tomorrow.

  He lay his head back on the couch. “Smart, kind, take-no-bullshit, gray eyes… that’s what we should look for.”

  “Does your head hurt?” I ignored his second compliment.

  “A little.”

  “Here.” I moved on to my knees and leaned closer to him so I could use both my hands to rub his temples. It put my head in proximity to his. I could smell the whiskey and something manly. It was heady, and if I was a woman to swoon, I might have at the nearness of him.

  “And great tits.”

  “What?” My fingers stopped massaging but remained on his temples as I looked down at him. I followed his gaze and realized he was looking at my breasts. They puckered and started to ache.

  “Smart, kind, take-no-bullshit, gray eyes and great tits.”

  I wanted to back away. Every warning bell in my head was clanging to back away from this drunk football player. But my body was screaming something different. If it had its way, we’d both already be naked. He’s just saying shit, I reminded myself.

  “If that’s what you want, why do you waste your time with women who aren’t like that?”

  “I’m a fucking idiot, I guess.”

  He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against my breast, and holy hell, I thought I might orgasm right then.

  “Have you ever had a woman who was smart, kind, take-no-bullshit, had gray eyes and great tits?”

  “No.” He pulled me over him until I was straddling him. I gasped at the move, and then at the steel hard length that nestled against my pussy. “But I’d like to.” His gaze left my tits and looked up at me. “Can I?”

  No. That was the answer that should have shot out of my mouth. There were so many… too many reasons to say no. He was lucid but had been drinking, so he couldn’t be thinking straight. He was lonely or sad and just seeking solace and comfort. He was my brother’s best friend.

  But there was one bigger reason to say yes, and it had nothing to do with wanting to lose my virginity. I wanted him. I didn’t even know what it felt like to want someone until this moment, with his dick rubbing against my pussy, and his eyes clouding with arousal. My pussy was already spasming in anticipation of what it would be like.

  “You want me?” While I knew this would be a onetime deal, I wanted to be sure he knew who I was. That I wasn’t just some random bar pickup.

  “I do.” His hands slid up my back, until one was behind my neck, pulling me close to him. “I want you, Katie.” Then his lips consumed mine, and every warning or doubt fizzled into nothing, replaced by a burning fire of need that had me dry humping him. He groaned, and shifted his hips closer to the edge of the couch, giving me more room to slide my pussy over his dick.

  “I want to see your tits.” He was breathing hard as he unzipped my summer dress and pulled the straps down. “Fuck, yeah.” He cupped them; his eyes mesmerized by them as his thumbs flicked over the nipples.

  “Oh!” I continued to dry hump him, as pleasure from his touch, and his covered dick pressing against my pussy grew and grew. I was going to orgasm and probably give away my inexperience, but there was no stopping the growing burn.

  He sucked my nipple hard, and sensation burst through me, my pussy contracting as pleasure shot out through my body. I cried out as the shock and power of it overtook me.

  “Fuck, did you just come?”

  �
�Yes,” I said on a gasp. I couldn’t have lied if I’d wanted to.

  His fingers dipped under my dress to my panties and rubbed my clit. “You’re so wet.”

  In a whirl of movement, he had his jeans pulled down to his ankles, and my panty panel pulled aside, with his dick poised at my entrance.

  Yes, was all I could think.

  His hands pulled my hips down, as he thrust his hips up, and in a single stroke, he filled me. I felt the flash of pain and cried out.

  “You’re so tight… shit.” He didn’t move and for a moment, I was worried he’d stop.

  I caught my breath and cleared my mind of everything except the feel of his long, hard, thick dick inside my pussy.

  He licked my nipple and sucked it gently, and suddenly, that delicious feeling started to grow again. My hips began to rock on their own accord.

  “Yes, fuck me, Katie.”

  He continued to suck and bite my nipples and I moved over him. I didn’t know what I was doing or if I was doing it right. I simply let my body do what it wanted. I slid up, going down harder, faster until my body was no longer its own as it sought release from the ever-building tension.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come…” He growled as his hips thrust up, and warm liquid filled my body.

  This strong, sexy man, coming inside me was all it took to send me over the edge again. I cried out, as my orgasm shot through me again.

  “Yes… Christ yes… so tight…” He held my hips as he continued to rock into until the orgasm finally subsided.

  Completely spent, I sagged against him, trying to catch my breath.

  “That was fucking awesome.”