The Upside of Heartbreak

Between the Devil and You

Another weekly update! I'm on a roll right now! LOL ;)

I got the title and idea for this chapter from the song Devil and You by Olivia Lane, and I think it's super fitting. Figured, since I'm going backpacking into the mountains for the next few days, that I would get this smutty little lemon up for you before I left. Enjoy the ride, and stay safe all. Fingers crossed that I don't get eaten by a bear... :P

*Lemon Alert*
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Hayden was a goner. He was doomed. Clearly Astrid was not after him for his fortune or his fame, since she had no idea who he was yet. Though it was likely only a matter of time before she figured it out. Astrid was just a genuinely nice girl trying to escape a broken heart and find herself. That just made her more dangerous though.

If he had any sense at all, he would have known this woman was going to be trouble from the moment he saw her and quickly run the other way. From the first instant she had nearly sat on him, he should have seen the warning signs. In truth, he had tried to avoid her. Tried to be careful. So much for that.

He had never been this intoxicated by a woman before. She messed with his head in ways that alcohol rarely did. Bringing out the very worst in him, even when he was actively trying to behave. Hayden had never been the knight-in-shining-armour type. He wasn't an asshole by any means, but he also didn't go around looking for broken women to stitch back together. Why would he? Just to stroke his own ego? There were other guys that got their rocks off with that sort of thing. Let them have it.

A college girl that might expect more than he could give was not something that he needed in his life. Especially right now. Beautifully broken women had been the downfall of many a guy like him, after all, and Astrid was the most beautiful mess he had ever seen in his life. Knowing that wouldn't change anything though. Astrid was already in his car, and her thong was in his pocket. The moment she had begged to come home with him, had handed over her innocence to him on a silver platter, he knew he was done for. Honestly, he had been considering this since she kissed him in the kitchen, but he had really hoped he wouldn't follow through with it.

Clearly, when it came to Astrid, Hayden Haddock was just a lightweight. One taste, and he was hooked. Overwhelmed. There was no way to sip a woman like her. She was more like apple pie moonshine. It tastes so good when it's going down that you don't even notice that you're taking it too far. By the time it catches up to you it's already too late. You know full well that it's going to keep burning long after the buzz wears off, and yet, like a fool you keep on drinking it anyways.

She had hit the nail on the head when she called him a dark knight. Not bad, but dangerous. That was how everyone from his friends to his racing buddies, and even his parents, referred to him. Sure, Hayden knew he was a nice guy. He didn't fool around and break hearts. Didn't sleep around with nearly as many women as people seemed to think he did, and he went to great lengths to stay out of the tabloids. It helped that he wasn't much of a drinker and had no use for drugs, but that didn't actually make him safe. Not by a long shot.

Hayden didn't start winning races because he was cautious. Hadn't made himself a fortune by sitting around and riding his parents' coattails. He took risks. In life and in love. The devil on his shoulder winning out more often than not. As evidenced by the gorgeous specimen currently decorating his passenger seat, and her still-warm pair of particularly pretty panties in his pocket.

This one might just be the biggest risk he'd ever taken though. Fast women could be almost as fun as a fast car, but it was painfully clear that Astrid was not one. She simply reeked of angelic innocence. Probably only ever been with one guy in her whole life. Probably only ever planned to be with one guy for her entire life. The high school sweethearts that were just meant for each other. Hayden barely resisted the urge to scoff out loud at the idea.