Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
My past means I know how to survive in the shadows for hours, watching and anticipating, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
I know I should leave—for her sake and mine.
But I also know I won’t.
Finally giving in to the need inside, I climb off my bike, walk to her front door, and knock.
When the door opens and her beautiful face appears, I feel an unfamiliar kick in my chest.
“You weren’t at the fight tonight,” is all I say.
She looks surprised to see me, but it disappears quickly. “You made it pretty clear that you couldn’t help me.”
“Is that the only reason you’d come to watch me fight?”
She tilts her head. “Would there be any other reason?”
Her seductive eyes and parted glossy lips tell me there is.
Fuck, I want her.
I don’t wait for her reply.
Grabbing her by the nape of her neck, I drag her to my eager lips and kiss her fiercely, overpowering her completely and stealing her breath from her.
With a whimper, she melts into me, and fuck, her submission turns me on even more.
Devouring her mouth, I kick the door closed behind me and lead her backward into the living room.
This is what I’ve been aching to do since I left her apartment four days ago.
Four days of telling myself I’m not interested.
Four days of reliving the touch of her lips and the sweet taste of her pussy.
Four days of fucking my own hand as I recall the pleasure of sinking deep into her luscious body.
I don’t like the distraction or the ache it builds in me.
Or the way I feel drawn to her.
So, tonight, I’m going to fuck it out of me.
Hard.
Bending her over the couch, I yank down her shorts and the tiny lace thong she’s wearing and enter her with a desperate thrust. My body is exhausted from tonight’s fight, but the adrenaline and excitement she stirs in me pounds through my veins and ignites a ferocious wildfire along the way.
I’m so fucking hard for her it makes me weak.
But I push the realization out of my mind and sink deeper into the pleasure of fucking her. Her pussy pulses around me, and in my head, the word mine flashes like a neon sign.
I push the thought away, frustrated, and grab her hips to start pounding harder.
But I don’t come.
Despite her whimpers.
Despite the sight of her juicy ass bent over the couch.
Despite her tight pussy clenching around my cock.
Fuck.
Why can’t I come?
The ache in my balls is about to kill me.
I thrust harder.
But it’s not happening.
Don’t get me wrong, it feels out of this world being inside her.
She’s so wet and warm, and the way her pussy suckles my cock is knee-weakening.
The problem is me.
Fuck this need out of your body and leave.
Frustrated, I stop thrusting and drag my length out of her and turn her around. My cock is painfully heavy and slick with a mix of us both. Rory looks up at me, and I take her chin in my hand and pull her to my lips. Our kiss is a stark contrast to the hard fucking and frustrated need to come, and in that second, I know that this is why I am here. This is why I came here tonight. I will lie to myself about it later and tell myself whatever bullshit I usually tell myself.
But this here—this sensation of her tongue stroking against mine and what it does to me—this is why I came here tonight.
No.
I break off the kiss.
Fuck this need out of your body and leave.
Rory looks up at me with those big blue eyes. “What’s wrong?”
She can feel my frustration.
I thrust open her legs ready to enter her again, but she stops me. “No.”
Our eyes lock.
She reaches up and delicately brushes my face with her fingertips. “You’re hurt.”
Rory looks at my split eyebrow and the bruises.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. You’re bleeding.”
I catch her wrist. “I’m okay.”
Her plush lips break into an amused smile. “Boy, he must’ve been something to do this to you. I’ve watched you fight for weeks, and you barely got a scratch on you. What happened tonight?”
“I was distracted.”
“By what?”
Keen to avoid the question and aware of my hard cock standing at attention between us, I take a step closer and wrap my arms around her, my hands settling on her juicy ass and holding her to me. “Let’s just say I had other things on my mind.”
A small smile touches her lips. She slides to her feet and reaches up to guide my lips down to hers.
God, the way she kisses.
I wrap my hand around her throat.
We kiss, and it’s warm and sweet. But that’s not what I’m after. Right? Tonight is about ending this growing obsession so tomorrow I can go back to my normal self.
But the way she feels and smells and fucking kisses.