Playing Deep
By A K Love
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Jenna met Tyler when she was ten years old and was instantly drawn to the tough, yet strangely vulnerable, twelve-year-old boy whose eyes held dark secrets.
They formed an unlikely friendship built around tragic circumstances and as the years passed Jenna's feelings of friendship had blossomed into something more.
After a passionate encounter one magical night when she was sixteen, Jenna thought Tyler felt the same way.....but the next morning he was gone, without a goodbye, leaving her devastated.
Leaving Jenna was one of the hardest things Tyler ever had to do. Five years later, circumstances have brought him back to his hometown.....and back to Jenna.
Can he convince Jenna to give him another chance? That he's worthy of her now? Or will his past come back to haunt them both, spoiling any chance at a future together?
This is a ridiculously sexy novel of approximately 22,000 words with equal amounts of smutty and sweet. Do you like your books with dirty-talking heroes who want nothing more than to pleasure their woman and a guaranteed happy ever after? Then this book is for you! Bring a change of underwear and come on in. You won't regret it.
This is Book 1 of the Play series and is suitable for readers over the age of 18 years due to adult content.
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Playing Deep - A K Love
PLAYING DEEP
By A K Love
Copyright © 2017 by Author A.K Love. All rights reserved.
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To my wonderful family ... love you to the moon and back.
PROLOGUE
My father is on the warpath again. I’m not sure what I’ve done this time but whatever it is, I know I’m in for a beating.
Unless I can find a place to hide.
Where are you, you little fucker?
I haven’t had much time to check out all the potential hiding places in our new house yet, so I panic and crawl into the nearest - and most obvious - hiding place in the closet under the stairs. I pull the door closed behind me and wrap my arms around my knees as I sit in the dark, trembling, hardly daring to breathe.
The floorboards creak as he pauses outside the door and then continues past. I slump in relief.
Sometimes I can hide until he’s calmed down and forgotten why he’s angry with me.
And sometimes he finds me.
Like today.
The door is suddenly flung open, nearly coming off its hinges as he drags me from my hiding place by my hair.
Where is it, you little shit? His fingers dig painfully into my arms and he shakes me until I feel like my brain may be permanently damaged.
Where’ve ya hidden it!"
Before I can reply, he back-hands me. The force of the blow throws me into the opposite wall and I crumple to the floor. Pain explodes in the right side of my face and I taste blood in my mouth.
He grabs a fistful of my shirt and lifts me clean off the floor. He’s a big man and I don’t stand a chance against his superior strength. He pushes his face so close to mine that I can smell the fumes on his breath.
Where. Is. My. Shit?
He enunciates every word, which is nothing short of a miracle as he’s only been home from work an hour and has already burned his way through the half bottle that was left from last night.
I know better than to argue - it’ll only end one way. I know where it is. Put me down I’ll go get it right now.
I try not to let him hear the fear in my voice.
Thankfully, my words seem to appease him and he grunts and drops me back to my feet. Make it quick!
We’ve only been here a few days but I already know which grocery stores have a liquor license. If I run I can get to the nearest one and back in less than ten minutes. I grab my jacket - I’ll need somewhere to hide the bottle.
Eight minutes later, I’m back with a full bottle of whiskey, breathing hard from exertion and adrenaline. I’ve stolen for him before - and for myself when the cupboards were empty of food - but each time it’s getting a little harder. I’ve grown a lot over the last year which makes it harder to slip in and out unnoticed.
I take the bottle into the living room and find my father has already passed out in his chair, his mouth slack. He’ll wake up here in the early hours of the morning and drag his sorry ass to bed - hopefully his - for a few more hours before getting up for work. I still don’t know how he manages to hold down a job.
He moves from one casual job to the next, getting work when and wherever he can. He’s managed to get work here as a laborer on a construction site. I guess it pays enough to cover the bills, feed his drinking habit and if I’m lucky, put a little food in my stomach. Once or twice I’ve wondered why he is the way he is but I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut and not ask questions.
Being careful not to disturb him, I leave the bottle on the table next to him and make my way to the bathroom.
I inspect the damage to my face in the mirror. I already have the beginnings of a nasty bruise over my right eye and my lip is split where I face-planted the wall.
He’s done worse.
It’s usually the belt across my back or legs so that the welts it leaves are hidden under my clothes. He got careless today, marking my face. I’ll have to come up with a story about my ‘clumsiness’ for my new school on Monday. I can’t risk what he'll do to me if anyone finds out.
I’ve been looking after myself since my mother left. For a while, I kept thinking she’d come back and get me but she never did. The anger and hatred I feel at her desertion has already started to hollow me out. I don’t understand how a mother can leave her only kid with a madman. Although, I must admit I don’t feel like a kid anymore. I’m very different to other twelve-year-old boys. I’ve had to be.
I clean myself up, splash water on my face and dab some antiseptic on my lip, wincing at the sting.
I’ll heal.
Physically, at least.
TYLER
I park the Harley, cut the engine and remove my helmet, still straddling the bike.
My eyes wander to the front of the church and I grimace as the memories bombard me. It’s been years. Too many and not enough. The pain is still there, burning like an acid in my stomach and a cancer in my brain.
Every Sunday morning my father would drag me here so he could spout his three Hail Mary’s and repent his sins before we returned to our shitty life.
Fucking hypocrite.
I run my finger under the collar of my shirt. I hate suits and it doesn’t feel right to be wearing one on the Harley. A Harley is meant for jeans and leathers.
A movement captures my gaze and I see her as she walks into the church with her father. She’s the reason I’m here….and the reason I left in the first place.
Her long, dark hair is swept up into some fancy do, exposing the delicate sweep of her neck and jaw. Her dark brown eyes and pretty lips are seared into my brain. My cock springs to life as I remember