Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 119230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“I know,” he tells me, closing that final gap between us, his body pressed right up against mine. “Give it to me, baby. Let me see you.”
My head tips back and I feel his eyes heavy on my face, watching me as I come undone beneath his touch. He applies more pressure to my clit, his thumb rolling over in small, determined circles as his fingers massage deep inside me.
He doesn’t dare give up, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until finally, I explode around him. My orgasm rocks through me, and I cry out his name as I squeeze down around his skilled fingers, coming hard. My pussy contracts as my high pulses through my body, my fingers digging into the warm skin of his shoulders while hard, sharp gasps tear from my throat.
“Fuck, Tanner,” I breathe, but he doesn’t stop, letting me ride out my high on his fingers, pure elation pulsing through my veins.
“Fucking beautiful,” he tells me, his voice raspy and filled with desire.
I come down from my high and as he pulls his fingers free, I immediately feel as though a piece of me is missing, but when he brings those same fingers to my lips and pushes them inside, my heart races all over again. I open wide and his eyes flame like molten lava. “Suck.”
My lips close around his fingers, and I roll my tongue over them, watching as desire sweeps through his gaze. He slowly draws them out, and before I get a chance to even swallow, his lips are back on mine, tasting me on my tongue.
He groans into my mouth as I melt into him again, not having nearly enough of him. All too soon, he pulls back, his hand falling to my waist and squeezing as he meets my satisfied stare. “Watch yourself, Killjoy,” he murmurs, his tone so low it rumbles against my chest. “You were right, now that I’ve had a taste, I won’t stop until I’ve destroyed you.”
And with that, he turns his back and walks away, leaving me staring after him. I sink to the dirty ground, shame filling me as tears well in my eyes. Well played, Tanner Morgan. Well fucking played.
Chapter 20
TANNER
“The fuck?”
The photo of Brielle and Colby Fucking Jacobs stares back at me, and anger tears through my body like a fucking freight train traveling a million miles per hour. The weight bar drops down over Jax’s chest and he gasps as Riley grunts and pushes me out of the way, grabbing the heavy bar off Jax before it crushes him.
“You’re lying,” I spit, grabbing Riley by the scruff of his shirt and pulling him in, rage pouring out of me in waves. “Tell me you’re fucking lying.”
“Sorry, bro,” Riley says as Jax sits up on the bench press table, gasping for air, his elbows braced against his knees. “Brielle is Colby’s girl. They’ve been together for six months or some bullshit like that. She told me she went to Hope Falls and last night at the track, Chanel was drunk and telling Logan how Bri was pissed because her friend didn’t tell her that Colby was arrested and then mentioned something about the guy cheating on her. It doesn’t take a genius to put all the pieces together.”
Jax grunts, grabbing his water bottle and spurting it into his mouth. “The fuck is wrong with you, man?” he says, pissed about the crushing weight on his chest. “She’s just some fucking chick. Move on. She’s not worth it. You’ve already fucked up any chances you have with her, so forget her. You need to get your head in the game. We’re not losing this season just because you’re too busy thinking about getting your dick wet.”
Riley pulls away from me and starts re-racking the bar, adjusting the weights for Jax’s next round. “Six months?” I ask him. “Are you fucking sure? Because that would mean that she was with him when—”
A heavy clink of weights dropping across the room cuts me off, and I glance over at Hudson to find anger pulsing in his eyes. He catches my stare and all too soon, it falls away, focusing on what he’s doing.
“I’m sure, Tanner,” Riley says, his voice lowering, filled with pain whenever the topic of Addie comes up, just like all the guys do. The image of Addie naked and alone, bruised and abused on that bed has haunted us all. These guys have grown up with me, and that means they’ve grown up right along with Addison. She’s as much their sister as she is mine. “Have I ever been wrong about this shit?” he asks. “That photo was taken last night.”
Last night.
Fucking hell. If she’s with that motherfucker, then last night in the trees …
No, I can’t think like that. She’s his girl, so what the fuck does that make me? A joke, that’s what. Is she in on this? Does she know what he did to Addie? Know how he left her for dead, know how he made her scream? Fuck. No. I refuse to believe that. It has to be a coincidence.