G.O.A.T.: Greatest Of All Time (Get Some Book 2)

By Frankie Love and Chantel Seabrook

The night we met we lost our virginity under the stars.
Too fast? No way.
Years later, it was was still the best sex of my life.
But she disappeared from my life as quickly as she came. Pun intended.
Now she's back and I'm not letting her go.
Possessive much? Hell yeah.
Tessa was the girl who got away but I won't repeat history.
She may be scared of getting hurt, lucky for her, I'm not like other men.
I'm the greatest of all time. Turns out -- so is she.

Dear You,
Nash is a ruggedly handsome rock-climber who knows how to use his hands.
And his tongue. And his c*ck.
Grab a harness and let him guide the way ... he's the expert after all!
Xo, Frankie & Chantel

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frankie Love
• Release date: Oct 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201693787

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie. Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! **Frankie also writes under the name Charlie Hart!

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G.O.A.T.

G.O.A.T.

Get Some Series

Frankie Love

C.M. Seabrook

Edited by My Brother’s Editor

Cover by Mayhem Cover Creations Copyright © and 2019 by Frankie Love and C.M. Seabrook

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Contents

G.O.A.T.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue I

Epilogue II

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About Frankie

About C.M.

G.O.A.T.

Greatest of All Time

The night we met, we lost our virginity under the stars.

Too fast? No way.

Years later, it was still the best sex of my life.

But she disappeared from my life as quickly as she came. Pun intended.

Now she’s back and I’m not letting her go.

Possessive much? Hell yeah.

Tessa was the girl who got away, but I won’t repeat history.

She may be scared of getting hurt, lucky for her, I’m not like other men.

I’m the greatest of all time. Turns out - so is she.

---

Dear You,

Nash is a ruggedly handsome rock-climber who knows how to use his hands.

And his tongue. And his c*ck.

Grab a harness and let him guide the way ... he’s the expert after all!  

Xo, Frankie & Chantel

Chapter One

Nash

The usual? Pax asks when I sit at the bar, not waiting for my response as he pours me a double scotch straight up. The man works for me part-time as one of my skydiving instructors, but he also moonlights at the Old Barn on the weekend. Apparently, I’m not paying him enough. At least that’s what he keeps telling me.  

Truth is, we pay our guys double what our competition pays. But it’s worth it, because we only hire the best. Which is why we were voted the top adventure company this side of the Rockies two years in a row.

Pax shoves the glass toward me. Any big plans tonight, boss?

I grunt and shake my head, taking a deep sip of the amber liquid. You’re looking at it.

Shit, sometimes I think you’re still on military schedule. Loosen up. Have a bit of fun. He nods at a group of women who’ve just come into the bar, and they giggle when they see us looking. I’m sure even you could find a pair of legs to spread out of that bunch.

You kiss your mamma with that mouth? I ask, turning my back on the women.

Pax laughs. You really are as uptight as you seem.

Rigid. Uptight. Boring. Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. The guys love to tease the shit out of me about my lack of a love life. But the truth is, I’ve never had a problem getting a woman into my bed.

But unlike Pax, I don’t want just any pussy.

I want the one that got away.

Too bad the only thing I know about her is her first name - Tessa. And that she was here, in this town of Barley Ridge years ago, on a summer night I’ll never forget.

The night before I shipped off on my first mission.

But after what was the greatest experience of my young life, and I’d thought hers too, I’d realized that she’d given me the slip by giving me the wrong number.

I finish my drink and sigh, remembering those expressive brown eyes, the way her pale skin shimmered in the moonlight, the way her silky hair tangled around my fingers as I buried my aching cock inside of her.

Shit. Even the memory makes me hard. But even then I knew she’d been too good for me. I mean, how often does the guy from the wrong side of the tracks, end up with the good, little rich girl? Other than in cheesy eighties movies, the answer is never.

Maybe it was best she’d given me a wrong number. She’d been headed off to Harvard that fall, and I was just starting my career in the military.

But I’m back now, and I can’t help but take a second glance at every pretty blonde that walks by, hoping that it might be her.

It never is, but it hasn’t stopped me from looking.

I place a ten on the bar and slip off the stool, knowing the only thing that’ll appease the ache in my balls tonight is a long run, followed by a cold shower. I’ve tried relieving it other ways, women, booze, any adrenaline rush I can find, but nothing has lived up to that one night. And I have a feeling nothing and no one ever will.

I’m about to leave when I hear a woman’s high-pitch laugh, her voice raised as she tries to speak over the music that’s blaring from the speakers. Come on, Tessa, tell us. Who’s your G.O.A.T.?

I freeze when I hear the name - Tessa.

Could it be her?  

I know the odds