Swinging Strike Excerpt

SWINGING STRIKE EXCERPT

CARA

Feel like exploring more of Cessna U’s campus? Check out the following excerpt from the book 1 in Cessna U Wildcats:

Lying here in nothing but an oversized T-shirt, the last thing I want to think about is blazing blue eyes peering back at me. But I can’t unsee how he slid his gaze across me or the desire flickering behind his stare. He’s the last person I want to be thinking about, but I can still feel the heat from his touch. The boy’s nothing but trouble. A player. But that information doesn’t stop my body from wanting him. It doesn’t stop my imagination from…

Ping.

Braxton: I had fun.

Had fun? With whom, me or the girl he flirted with? The one who laid herself out on a silver platter for him to feast on. Did he take her home and now feels compelled to brag about it to me?

Cara:Don’t text me unless it’s class-related.

My message doesn’t warrant a response, but I bite my lip and stare at the phone anyway. A few beats tick by without a reply, and I think my meaning must’ve sunk in. That should make me happy, but his non-response bothers me instead. I go to place my phone down but pause when three dots appear.

Braxton:But I did have fun.

Cara:I’m glad you enjoyed her. Although not much time passed, so maybe the rumors are true, speedy?

This time, the three dots appear immediately.

Braxton:No! I had fun with YOU! And there’s nothing wrong with my stamina.

Cara:That’s a shame. Maybe she’ll be more fun next time.

Too bad sarcasm doesn’t show through text because I’m laying it on extra thick.

Braxton:I’m sure she’s a lot of fun, but I wouldn’t know. I would never know. She isn’t who I want.

I take a calming breath. He’s only playing me. That’s what he does. He fills pretty girls’ heads with slick, sexy words stuffed full of confidence. He doesn’t actually want me—only my body.

Cara:It isn’t my concern who you hook up with.

Braxton:I didn’t hook up with anyone. I’m home in bed like a good boy. I can prove it.

I almost drop the phone when the picture pings through.

Braxton:You can use this picture as your screen saver, assign it to my contact, or stare at it while you’re …

The arrogance of this man is just… Oh, who am I kidding? I’m so going to stare at this until every detail is seared into memory.

So, I lie...

Cara:Trash file it is then.