Don’t Fall for Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Brother (Magnolia Ridge #5) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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“I’m gonna come,” he hollers out. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He reaches around my body with his other hand, toying with my clit. He pushes and pulls at it, igniting just the right amount of pressure for my own orgasm to find me.

It nearly knocks me out, my breath coming in rapid pants. White-hot heat sears my vision as my orgasm barrels right through me. “Tripp,” I shout out, unable to process a single coherent thought other than this god of a man who’s making me feel oh so good.

I think I might be falling hard for him.

It’s too soon, right? I can’t possibly be having such strong feelings for Tripp Atwood. It has to be the orgasms clouding my judgment.

Tripp’s orgasm rips through him with a string of curse words on his lips. He jerks and jolts behind me, gripping me tightly as his dick pumps his seed into me.

Thank god I’m on the pill, but maybe we should have talked about that before. I don’t care. I wouldn’t have changed this experience for anything in the world.

I trust Tripp.

More than anyone else in this world.

“Fuck, I came inside you,” he says, his eyes growing wide as he pulls out of me.

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I’m on the pill.”

“I swear I’m clean. Millie, I’d never do anything to put you at risk like that. I promise. I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted this for so long. So fucking long,” he rambles on, his words falling away as he gazes at me.

I smile wider. “I promise you, Tripp. I’m on the pill.”

He blows out a deep breath, sinking onto the bed. “Fuck,” he drawls out. “I’ve never been so lost in the moment like that before.”

I nod. “Me either.”

We get cleaned up, and then we lay together in my bed. Just the two of us. The light of the moon pours into the room, and I snuggle closer to Tripp, his arms wrapping tighter around me.

Honestly, I could lay like this forever.

Chapter 22

Tripp

The bright morning sun filters through the curtains, meeting my eyes as soon as I crack them open. For a moment, I’m disoriented, caught between the remnants of sleep and the vivid memories of last night. But then it hits me—this wasn’t just a dream. I’m really here, waking up in Millie’s bed, with her head resting on my chest, her soft breaths warming my skin.

The realization washes over me like a wave of pure contentment. Last night wasn’t just amazing—it was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Every moment with her felt surreal, like stepping into a dream where everything was perfect. The way she looked at me, the way she touched me, the way our bodies moved in sync—it was as if we were meant to find each other in the darkness.

As I lie there, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath against me, I’m filled with a sense of peace I didn’t know was possible. Last night wasn’t just about passion; it was about connection, something deeper than I’ve ever felt before. I can still feel the echo of our whispered words, the way her hands explored every inch of me, and the way our hearts seemed to beat in unison.

This moment, waking up beside her, feels like the start of something real—something I never want to let go of.

I stare down at her, completely lost in her beauty. Even in sleep, she’s stunning, with her blonde hair splayed across my chest like a halo, her features softened in peaceful slumber. The gentle rise and fall of her chest is hypnotic, and I find myself captivated by the way the morning light dances across her skin, highlighting every delicate feature.

I don’t want to move, afraid that any shift might disrupt this perfect moment. I want to freeze time, to stay here just a little while longer, soaking in the peacefulness that’s so rare and precious. The world outside these walls can wait—right now, all I want is to hold onto this feeling, to memorize the way she looks, the way she feels in my arms. The thought of leaving, of having to face reality, feels almost unbearable. So I stay still, hoping to savor every last second before I need to go, wanting to carry this memory with me for as long as I can.

Millie stirs and I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. Soft moans escape her as she begins to stir to life. It’s beautiful, almost as beautiful as her.

Her eyes blink open and she lifts them, staring up at me. My heart slams against my chest as emotions I’ve never felt before surface. This woman has no idea the hold she has on me, even if I do try my damndest to express it in the words I write in my novel. Every word I’ve written has been about her and I admitted that to her last night.


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