Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
She wrapped her legs around my waist tightly as I began to fuck her into the mattress, pounding in and of her sweet cunt over and over. She threw her head back, crying out my name. We moved together, meeting each other thrust for thrust. Once we came, I rolled to the side of her, pulling her into my arms.
Fuck—one day, Amelia was going to be the death of me.
6
Amelia
I tried rolling over and huffed in frustration when I felt something constricting my waist. I looked over and saw Cole’s sleeping face next to me. Cursing, I shoved him off me, sliding away from him. I didn’t do this shit.
Cole blinked up at me as I slid from the bed. He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Really, Amelia? You couldn’t just slide out of bed without making a huge departure?” he grumbled.
I ignored him and slid my clothes on. I sat down in the recliner near his dresser and slid on my boots. Once I found my phone, I slid it into my back pocket. He was watching me silently the entire time. When I placed my hand on the doorknob, he finally spoke. “What is it with you, Amelia?” he muttered quietly, almost to where I didn’t hear him, but I did.
What was it with me? It was times like these when I questioned if he really did have feelings for me. It was times like these when I wondered if I was just digging myself into a hole that I was going to spend a long time dragging myself back out of.
I wiped my face clean of emotion and made sure my eyes were blank when I turned to look at him. Letting my cold eyes meet his, I smirked at him. “Cole, don’t read too much into this.”
His eyes flashed with anger, and before he could get off the bed to stop me, I was out of the room and headed outside to my bike. I got stopped halfway by Travis, Katie, and my dad. I glared at them. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone’s shit. I was setting myself up for heartbreak with Cole, and I hadn’t realized it until today. I just wanted to ride out of here and put some distance between me and this hell I called my life for a while.
“What?” I spat at them.
Cole walked up beside them, and I tensed up. Even though he hadn’t yet showered and he just threw on his clothes to come out here, he still looked and smelled great. “What’s going on?” he asked them, his eyes flickering between me and them.
Travis ran a hand through his hair, and his eyes met mine. “Amelia, we need you to get out of town for a while. The ATL are everywhere, and we need you to be safe. You’ll possibly get killed otherwise.”
“What?!” Cole barked before I could say anything. “Hell no! She fucking stays here where we can protect her!”
I ignored Cole. “Not a problem. I was leaving anyway,” I told them.
I walked past them and over to my bike. Before I could get on, Cole wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me backward. He then proceeded to kick my fucking bike to the ground. I screamed in aggravation once he set me down and turned around to slap him. His face snapped to the side, but just as quickly, he looked back down at me.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” I screeched.
“You’re not riding out of here!” he roared, towering over me, glaring into my eyes. I wasn’t intimidated though. I was fucking pissed. “It’s out of the fucking question!”
I turned around and looked at my bike. I wanted to hit Cole on the fucking head with a tire wrench. How dare he throw my fucking bike on the ground like that?! Was he out of his goddamn fucking mind?!
He turned me back around to face him with his hand on my arm. “Amelia, I can’t let you ride out of here like that,” he told me, his voice softer now, desperation in his voice as he tried to get me to understand his point of view. “You’ll get yourself killed. You need to stay here where we can protect you. No matter what everyone else thinks, you’re safer here.”
I glared at him. “I didn’t ask you what the fuck your problem was about me riding out of here,” I snapped at him, not giving a fuck about him or his stupid fucking feelings. “You just fucking shoved my fucking bike on the ground and most likely broke something on it. I take as much pride in my bike as you men do. That was a fucking dick move, Colton. So, I hope you fucking accomplished what you aimed to do.”