Reviewed by Mandi
“You sore yet, you dirty fucking girl?” he asks quietly, tearing a new condom packet open with his teeth.
I turn and look at him over my shoulder, lifting my chin in challenge. “No.”
A while ago, Tori texted me and demanded that I read Sweet Filthy Boy by Christina Lauren. I’m not going to lie – I scrunched my nose at it (I mean – a drunken/forgotten Vegas night wedding??) but I read it because when Tori tells me to read something, I do it. And I loved the hell out of that book (I did a Smex Scene Sunday on it).
I remember the first moment I knew we would hook up, in Vegas. Drunk, I’d pointed to him and dropped out loud to everyone, Probably gonna fuck him tonight.
To which, he’d leaned over and said directly in my ear, That’s sweet. But I like to be the one dong the fucking.
I was so curious to see how I would like book two. This series revolves around three young couples, who all get married one drunken night in Vegas. Finn and Harlow had a night of amazing, dirty sex in Vegas before getting their marriage annulled the next day. Harlow was curious though if her hazy sex memories were accurate, so on a whim, she flies from her San Diego home to Vancouver Island where Finn lives and runs a fishing business only wearing a coat. She shows up on his door, they have amazing sex again before he calls a cab and sends her on her way. Well then.
So when Harlow is in Starbucks one day (in San Diego) and sees Finn in line behind her, she is shocked. Finn is in town for a few reasons. First, his good buddy Oliver is opening a comic book store and he wants to be there for support. (Oliver will star in book three). And second, Finn’s family fishing business is financially crumbling. He has two amazing good-looking brothers and they have been approached by the Adventure Channel for a reality tv series. Finn is totally against this, but willing to sit in on a few meetings as his boats are in need of great repair and he doesn’t want to lose hi business. When he runs into Harlow again, their chemistry brings them together.
Finn is built like one of Lola’s comic book superheroes – all broad chest and narrow waist, thick forearms, muscled legs. He gives off the appearance of impenetrability, as if that golden skin of his covers titanium. I mean, sweet Jesus, the man works with his hands, sweats when he works, fucks like it’s his vocation, and was raised by a father who expects, above anything else, that his sons are capable fishermen. I can’t imagine any of the guys I know standing next to him and looking anything other than snack-sized.
But Harlow is having her own personal drama. Her mom has just been diagnosed with breast cancer, and she is having a hard time comprehending and coping with the news. She turns to Finn as an escape to forget about the horror that waits for her at home.
Let me just get it out and say Finn is one dirty dude. Ten years older than Harlow, he has this sexy edge to him that made me become a bit obsessive over him. What starts it is that he isn’t that into Harlow outside of the bedroom. He assumes she is into shopping and an air-head because she has a trust fund. The sex is the best he has ever had, but he can take her or leave her otherwise.
And then we get to watch him fall. We get to watch him go from nonchalant to ‘this is my fucking girl’ and it’s alpha and protective and hot. He is into some BDSM – we get a little rope play and spanking. It all fits his personality wonderfully. Harlow is right there with him too. She is so open to him sexually and each sex scene was hot and felt just right in the story.
When he groans, he sound pushes a button somewhere inside that unleashed the frenzy. I don’t care that we’re in the car in the middle of the street. It’s quiet. It’s dusk. We may as well be alone on an island somewhere for all I care about the setting.
Feel him, take him in your body and feel him. It’s been too long.
He’s one step ahead of me, reaching between us to unzip his pants and shove them down his hips and I feel his bare cock on my thigh; the skin is paradoxically warm and soft around something so inflexible. His fingers fumble with my underwear, pushing them aside, not even bothering to take them off, fingertips seeking and finding me wet and greedy, my unintelligible sounds telling him where I need him to be.
“We doing this?” he rasps.
I nod urgently and he holds himself for me to take in.
Ansel and Mia, the stars of book one and Oliver and Lola, future stars of book three are present with good banter and friendship scenes. I think I liked the overall story line in book one better, the fishing reality series I could take or leave. But it really doesn’t play that big of a part, except to bring conflict in at the end.
Highly recommend this series. They can be read as stand alones but I enjoyed both books so much I say read them both.