Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
And he was standing about ten feet in front of me, emerging from the shadows like smoke. He was shirtless, sweat clinging to his skin, a pair of gray sweats riding low on his hips. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, his intense, blue eyes staring me down.
“Um, hi,” I squeaked.
I was in so much shit.
6
Montana
“You’re supposed to be at home,” Jonah told me as he took a couple of steps closer to me. I swallowed thickly. The sight of his glistening, hard, defined muscles was seriously distracting me.
“Bars were rusted,” I told him, somehow managing to rip my eyes off his glorious pecs to look up into his handsome face. God, why did he have to be so beautiful?
He shook his head and gave a small laugh. “Your brother is going to flip his shit if he finds you here.”
I sighed, already feeling defeated. One day, my brother is nowhere to be found—completely MIA. The next? I can’t fucking get rid of him or his best friend. “You going to tell him?”
Jonah stepped so close to me that our bodies touched. My nipples pebbled beneath my bra. “You sober, Montana?”
I shrugged. “No.”
He laughed softly, reaching up to tuck my dark hair behind my ear. “Why am I not surprised?” he murmured. “You’re much more coherent than you were earlier, though.”
I bravely placed my hands on his abs, and I had to bite back a moan at the feel of him. “Do I have to be sober for you to take me up on my offer from earlier?”
He groaned, his hands reaching out to grasp my hips. “You’re injured, Montana.”
“Excuses,” I whispered. I ran my hands up to his chest. His body shuddered beneath my touch. “I want you, Jonah.”
He growled. The sound was so primal that my fucking core clenched, wetness pooling in my panties.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Montana.”
I smirked up at him. “Danger is my middle name.”
His eyes flickered down to my lips. I licked them. “Do it,” I dared.
With a muttered curse, he grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked my head back, and covered my lips with his. I moaned into the kiss. He was rough and demanding. He took, and yet he still gave so much back. He clutched me tighter against him, crushing my body to his. I whimpered, needing more.
I wanted him naked.
“Fuck,” he swore. “Fuck.”
I didn’t have time to question why he was suddenly so agitated. He grabbed my hand and led me back into the shadows. He pushed open a door, leading me into an old, abandoned warehouse. “How—”
“Blaze owns it,” he told me. “He has it unlocked for any medical emergencies during the fights. Matthew is camped outside on the other side of the building.” He shut the door and then grabbed me around the waist, pinning me to the wall. His mouth crushed to mine again, his hands wandering over my body.
Oh, God.
This was really happening.
And I didn’t want it to fucking stop.
“More,” I gasped into his mouth.
He pulled me away from the wall and eased me onto my back on the cold, cement floor. His body moved over mine, but he didn’t crush me, and he paid extra attention to my thigh, making sure he didn’t hurt me.
He left opened mouthed kisses on my neck, sucking on the spots that made me moan the loudest. When he nibbled on the skin right behind my ear, I bucked up beneath him, pain flaring through my thigh as I did so. I sucked in a sharp breath of surprised air, my eyes snapping open.
He grabbed my hip, pinning it to the ground. “Easy, baby girl.”
I tangled my fingers in his hair, wanting more from him. Fuck, I had to have more. He had started a blazing fire inside of my body, and he was going to have to put it out before he walked away.
His lips molded to mine again, and I sighed in contentment, exposing more of my neck to him when he trailed his lips back over it.
I softly moaned his name. It was a plea for more, and he smirked against my skin in response. After sitting me up, he pulled my shirt over my head, my bra following right after.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he rasped, his eyes running over my body, turning a deep, stormy blue as he gazed down at me.
Oh, he definitely fucking wanted me.
I didn't say anything, just pulled his face back down to mine. I opened my lips beneath his, and our tongues swirled together as my hands slid over his solid upper back, feeling the muscles there move as he ran his rough hands over my softer skin.
He groaned and removed his lips from mine. I whined at the loss, but that was quickly cut off when he pulled his shirt off, and his mouth started its assault on my breasts. His teeth nipped at my nipple, and I cried out, my back arching off the floor. He placed a hand on my hip, pushing me back down to the floor.