Weak for Him (26 page)

Chemistry between two people
cannot be created. I experienced fatal attraction the first time I
laid eyes on her in the lobby of the Bellagio while I was out
recruiting for the Elite. I felt like a predator, like an asshole,
for barging in on her bathing. But the manager wanted to fuck me,
so she willingly gave me anything I wanted, even the key to
Jennifer's room. I didn't know what I would do when I entered, but
I had to find out. Sometimes Lady Luck got drunk with lust and
became a crazy bitch.

Body propped back, perfect perky
tits, and an amazing body waited for me in the bathtub, and if I
wouldn't have been so shocked by her nakedness, I may have asked
her on a date. But her aim with that damn shampoo bottle was
impeccable. I didn't expect a firecracker behind that womanly
figure. Texans. Afterwards, I contemplated knocking on her door and
fessing up. I imagined telling her how I was immediately attracted
to her, but I what kind of creepy fuck would I have looked like?
Instead, I paid for her room and wine, played it off as a mistake,
wrote her an apology letter before the guilt consumed me, and then
got the hell out of there.

A little piece of me died inside
when she signed the official contract. Jesse would always find a
way to be a cock-block, and to make sure everything was legal. But
Jennifer was different. Not some whore that I would fuck and leave.
The intentions were never to sell her, or give her away, but to
learn more about her wants, sexual desires, and to see if there
were sparks.

She needed a job. She was a risk
taker.

The Elite was the bait, and when
she hooked on, I reeled her in.

I tried to push her away by being
an asshole.

But it was never
enough.

I found myself running back to
her.

Dreaming of her. Wanting every bit
of her.

She made me fucking
crazy.

The look on her face when I gave
her the pleasure of her first orgasm made me want to scoop her in
my arms and kiss her, and tell her how fucking beautiful she was.
She wanted to be fucked... several times, mind you, and I
wanted
to fuck her, but no matter how much of a dick I was
in the past, I couldn't be the present day man who stole something
so precious. I wanted her to make the choice to give herself to me
and be sure it was the right one.
I
didn't want to be a
random fuck in the heat of the moment. Funny isn't?

Truth be known, I was fucking
scared. Scared to be with her because it became too personal, and I
was afraid to lose myself.

I knew in the basement—when she
said she wanted me to feel the way she did—that I would have to
void the contract, and tell her it was a mistake. But
it became too serious. It all happened too fast, and I was in
too deep. I couldn't stop with the fucking mind games that
continued to spin out of control. It became a way for me to be
around her, to demand her to do what I said, and for me to know
that she wanted me even though I had to push her away each time.
Just like the asshole she thought I was, I needed my ego stroked as
much as my cock. The last few months, I discovered how far she
would go, how many games she would play to get with me and then
over me. The games, the endless cycle of fucking games. Somehow I
got lost in them with her. We were tangled in the same web, neither
one able to break free or even wanting to.

She became my drug, and I
constantly needed my fix. So many times I wanted to lay her down
and fuck her the way she wanted, and then whisper dirty things in
her ear as I made her come, and then fuck her again. But each time,
I pulled away. But still I needed to know I was the man she dreamed
about at night. I needed to know that when she pleasured herself,
my face was the one she saw. Tonight, I knew.

Jennifer Downs, the virgin that
stayed, was the only woman that could bring me to my knees with a
single look. She was a strong lioness that constantly attacked me
with her beauty and smarts, and bitchy attitude. The only woman
that made me
feel
since the loss of my wife. The only person
who validated that love still existed in my world.

Lying there with her, pleasuring
her, becoming one with her completed me, and I knew that I couldn't
live without her. At that moment, denying
I
had fallen in
love with her wasn't an option. Not once she poured herself into
me, gave me every piece of her body and soul, and mixed with
mine.

Although love is precious and love
is kind, it is still forbidden if you are an Elite.

Firing Jennifer Downs was my only
option.

Options: we had those
now.

More by Lyra

Weakness Series

Weak for Him

Weak Without Him

(coming soon)

No Longer Weak

(coming soon)

Dirty Little Secrets
Series

Hiding Dirty Little Secrets

(coming soon)

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About the Author

Lyra Parish loves to write,
travel, and sing obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the
shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make her
gush.

She is a firm believer that a
person can never have to many cats, cups of coffee, or read to many
happily ever after's. When she isn't busy writing, she can be found
sipping various beverages from her non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp
slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her bike.

Weak for Him (Weakness #1
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is Lyra's debut novel.
Weak Without Him
(Weakness #2)
will release Spring 2014. The full series will be complete in
2014.

Lyra currently resides in Texas
with her hubby and black cat.

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Acknowledgements

Someone once told me that too many
authors write long acknowledgements at the end of their books as if
they were winning an Oscar or something. I laughed and then
reviewed mine: seven pages. Yes, seriously seven pages, where I
would have inevitably forgotten someone and then felt like a total
ass for weeks. So instead of doing that, I would like to give a
huge thank you to everyone that supported me along the way. Thank
you to the countless groups, Twitter followers, Pinterest
obsessors, Goodreads girls, teaser sharers, beautiful bloggers,
message writers, beta readers (Tiffany, Christy, Tabitha, Elle,
Tara), advanced reviewers, fan/Finn girls, Luke Lovers, Xpresso
Tours, Love Between the Sheets Tours, The Elite (Looove Y'all), and
everyone else that showed an overpowering, all ensuing, enthusiasm
about Weak for Him. You sure do know how to make a girl feel
special! Thank you for all that you’ve done! Without you, I am
nothing. With you, I am everything.

I do have to mention one person.
Will, I love you. Thank you for supporting me while I wrote and for
pulling me away when I wouldn’t stop. For laughing at my deadlines
so I would meet them just to prove you wrong. For wanting to
practice scenes, letting me look at countless bulges (laughing at
me while I do it), and still kissing me regardless of the dirty
things I make my characters do.

To the aspiring: Becoming a
published author will not be an easy journey. You may lose and gain
friends along the way. You will learn who really cares about you
and who is in it for themselves. There will be roadblocks, bumps,
and hard lessons. You will have personal struggles. You will think
you suck (a lot), and you may at first, but after all of that,
don't let anyone ever tell you that you aren't good enough. Keep
honing your skills. Keep revising. And for the love of god, keep
writing. Always be humble in your success. Always thank those that
have helped and continue to help along the way. Be human and allow
yourself to make mistakes but also let positivity, love, and
honesty guide you. Those emotions and traits are so powerful that
they themselves can create greatness. If you become the type of
person that you look for in others, you will aspire to
inspire.

What others are
saying about
Weak for
Him

"If you think I am bluffing by
when I say that "Weak For Him" will give you the ride of lifetime,
then I say, take a gamble and see for yourself."

–
Tiffany, The Naughty Book
Dames

"Within 3 Days I read it thrice!
Every time I wanted to write my review…I ended up re-reading it!
I’ve read thousands of books! And I BARELY ever re-read! It's
something that never happens."

–
Lesley-Lynn, Lezley-Lynn's Book
Blog

"Oh my word... Talk about being
hot and bothered. I was like that the entire time reading this book
from the very beginning to the very end. Ladies, make sure you have
your B.O.B. nearby."

–
Lisa, Goodreads
Reviewer

"I fell in love with this book. I
loved the angst felt in this book, the sexual tension and the
need/urgency between Jen and Finn and Jen and Luke. The twists in
this book were awesome and the background character added to my
love."


–
Tara, Goodreads
Reviewer

"Lyra Parish does an amazing job
making you feel like you are right there in the story the whole
time. The characters are developed beautifully and the flow and
plot of the story is awesome. She never leaves you lacking. I felt
sated and satisfied thru the entire book. Her choice of words and
the way she shapes her story with them is gorgeous. Bottom
line...buy the damn book, have a towel and fan handy and get ready
to light up those ciggs when your done cause your gonna need
one."

–Tara (Colourful Wordwench), Word
Wenches Guilty Pleasure

"I read this book in one sitting.
I seriously couldn't put it down. There was one point where I
had to pee and literally held it because my kindle needed to be on
the charger and couldn't go with me. (LOL, that's when you
know a book is awesome!) I really just loved every minute of this
book and I can't wait to read the sequel. I know it is going
to rock! If I could I would give this book like thirty more
stars, y'all!"

–
Megan, Literary Confessions of a
Mom with Frizzy Hair

"Wow! Holy shit! How is this a
debut novel?
Those are a couple of thoughts that come to mind
whilst reading
Weak for Him
! Not only is it sexy,
captivating, beautifully written, gripping, hotter than hell itself
but it is beyond interesting and leaves you with absolutely no
choice but to read it in one sitting! One more chapter syndrome
defines this book!"

–
Lee, Just My Bucking Book
Blog

…
.and many more!