Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Fuck this,” I growl, sinking my fingers into her wet hair and pressing my lips to hers.
Her full lips are soft as silk against mine. I run my tongue against the seam of her mouth and she gives me the access I’m seeking. Our tongues touch and it’s electric.
I deepen the kiss as I tighten my hold in her hair and she lets out a soft moan that sends a shot straight to my dick. My hands trail down her back and into the water, resting on her round ass. I push my hard cock against her and we both moan at the connection.
I’ve fantasized about kissing her since I rejected her and in every one of those fantasies, it was never this good. Not even remotely close.
Her skin against mine feels like silk. Her hard nipples rubbing on my bare chest is making my dick incredibly hard. The way her tongue dances with mine is like a promise for more.
My fingers sink into her ass as we both get lost in this explosive kiss. Her hands move up and down my back, searing my skin even in this cool water.
I won’t be able to walk away from her after this. I can’t.
I’ve never felt what I feel right now.
Never more turned on.
Never more connected.
Never more alive.
Fuck, what is she doing to me?
Just as I think it, I feel her hands on my shoulders and she pushes away from me. Her eyes wide as she reaches up, touching her swollen lips.
She shakes her head, backing away from me. “You’re just doing this because you feel guilty.”
“Anya.”
“No, no, I don’t want your pity kiss.”
I move toward her, grabbing lightly onto her arm to stop her from moving further away. “Anya, I don’t give out pity kisses. I don’t let guilt blindly lead me into something I’ll regret.” I move my hands into her hair and search her green eyes. “I didn’t kiss you because you tried kissing me. I kissed you because I needed it. I didn’t just want it, I needed it. That was as real as it gets, don’t ever question that.”
I can hear my phone ringing, but I ignore it, keeping my focus on her.
“Your phone is ringing,” she says.
“You’re more important.”
She tilts her head slightly as her eyes soften. “Griffin,” she breathes out.
My phone rings again and we both look over at it.
“Go,” she insists.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m not walking away this time while you question what happened.”
My phone rings again and now I know it’s something important. No one would call this many times if it wasn’t. I search her eyes, hoping she’ll say she knows this was real, hoping she’ll say anything, because rushing out of this water without her understanding will kill me.
“You felt how turned on I was. How could you question that?”
She blows out a breath. “I know.” She nods and grabs my upper arm. “I know, Griffin.”
I grin, but before I can say anything, my phone is ringing again.
“Fuck.”
We both rush out of the water toward my jeans and I grab my phone out of my pocket, and I answer it.
“Griffin?” a voice I recognize says.
My eyes slide to Anya as I say, “Tripp?”
“What’s wrong?” she whispers.
I shrug, focusing back on the call. “Something wrong?”
“Listen, I need help and I can’t call my parents or any of my brothers. I’m at the police station and I need someone to pick me up,” he says.
My eyes widen as I snap my head to Anya. “The police station. What the fuck did you do, Tripp?”
Anya rushes over grabbing her clothes, so I begin pulling mine on too. We’re both wet, but we have no choice.
“Please, Griff. My family can’t find out. I’m begging for your help here.”
“It’s gonna be a little bit, but I’ll get there as fast as I can.”
I hang up and pocket my phone, walking over to Anya.
She pulls her shirt on as I step next to her. “What did he do?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t say. He doesn’t want any of you to know,” I say.
She gives a humorless laugh and climbs back up onto Silver. “Too bad. Let’s go get him.”
I climb back onto Honey and we begin the trek back to the ranch. “Anya, are we going to talk about what happened?”
Her eyes slide to mine and she raises an eyebrow. “I think getting my little brother out of the slammer is more important.”
Anger I have no right to feel, burns through me. I just risked everything putting myself out there to her and she acts like it was nothing.
“I’ll meet you at the car,” she says, her horse taking off in a quick gallop.
I trot Honey and he takes off, kicking up dust behind him.
Fucking Tripp ruining the moment.
Fucking Callum and his promise.
Fucking Atwoods are killing me.