Fight for You Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
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"Cade," I whisper.

"I'll go if you want me to," he mumbles, still not meeting my gaze. "I just…I wanted to be close to you."

Watching him walk out my door is the last thing I want.

I kick my flip-flops off. One sails across the floor before hitting the wall. I take a tentative step toward him. "I was on my way to kick your ass for leaving," I tell him.

His gaze flies to mine, shock written all over his face. Any other day, I'd probably laugh at seeing that half-hopeful, half-confused, completely surprised look on his gorgeous face, but not today.

"I was pissed you weren't in my bed when I woke up."

"Yeah?" he says and swallows hard. His gaze roams across my body, and I know he can see how hard my nipples are through the fabric of my robe. His cock jerks in his boxers.

I take another step toward him and then say screw it and close the distance between us. He places a hand on my hip. I take that as an invitation and crawl into his lap to straddle him. Both of us groan as I rub my pussy over the bulge in his boxers.

"Little monster." His lazy smirk makes my heart turn a flip. "Did you wake up hurting for my cock?"

I bite my lip and nod.

"We can't have that, can we?"

"No," I moan.

"I'll fix it," he says, tugging at the tie on my robe. His gaze drops to my breasts and then lowers, landing on the tattoo usually hidden by my bra. "You got a tattoo."

"Yeah," I whisper. The tattoo is simple, the words "Stay strong" scrawled in an elegant script beneath my right breast. I got it on my twenty-first birthday as a reminder to myself that I could be strong even without him and Titan to fight for me.

He runs his fingers gently over the words and then leans forward. His lips land against the tattoo, soft and sweet. "You've always been strong, January," he whispers into my skin.

Before I can tell him that he's wrong, his lips trail up my ribcage and then wrap around my nipple. I lose track of what I wanted to say and moan embarrassingly loud, but he seems to like it. He grunts and pushes me down with the hand wrapped around my hip to grind against his cock. He's so big and hard. So much bigger than I remember.

Desire courses through me, sending wetness to trickle down my thighs. He's always been able to drive me crazy with a single touch. Even when we were barely more than kids, he'd kiss me, and it took everything I had not to crawl into his lap and let him have his way with me. Had it not been for his resolve to keep me innocent for as long as possible, I would have given him my virginity the first time he slipped his hand beneath my shirt when I was fifteen.

"Cade, please," I whimper when he releases my nipple just to repeat the delicious torment on the other.

He pulls my robe off and tosses it away before running his hands all over my body. They're rougher than I remember but still somehow perfect.

I want him naked, too, but when I reach for his shirt, he flips me over. I land on my back on the couch with him hovering over me. He stares down at me, those eyes the dark gray color they always were when he was inside me. God, I think I missed seeing those stormy gray eyes stripping me bare. No one has ever looked at me like he does…like he sees all the way into my soul and finds every little piece of me worthy.

"I need you coming on my tongue again," he breathes and then kisses me hard.

Before I can wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, he prowls down my body, kissing and nipping as he goes. My legs fall open in invitation.

"Please," I beg him, shameless and aching.

He places a sweet little kiss just below my belly button and then shoulders my legs apart. "Jesus fuck, you smell so goddamn good," he growls, leaning forward until his nose bumps my clit. He inhales deeply. "Like sugar."

He spreads my lips open and swipes his tongue through my folds.

"Cade!" I shout, my hips arching off the couch.

"You already forget how good I can make you feel?" he asks me, taking another long lick. "This sexy little body was made for me, January. Maybe I need to remind you who it belongs to. Remind you that this delicious pussy needs me to take care of it."

Shit. I don't know why him claiming ownership over my body is so hot, but it is. I want to tell him that my body is his for the taking, but he snarls against my pussy and then dives in. Reality spins away. I can't get the words out. I'm no longer sure I even know words. All that's left is the way he eats at me like he can't get enough and the filthy sounds he makes. He's greedy, pushing my legs apart as far as he can get them as he attacks me with his mouth.


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