Fighting to Breathe Read online Aurora Rose Reynolds (Shooting Stars #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Shooting Stars Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
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“It happened suddenly,” I say, looking away from him.

“I know, but if it happens again,” he gives me a slight shake, “you call, and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing to come to you.”

“I don’t want to burden you.”

“You’re not a burden, and don’t spew that shit at me, ’cause all it does is piss me off, baby.”

I feel a frown form on my lips and my eyebrows pull together. “How does me not wanting to burden you piss you off?”

“As your man, it’s my job to take care of you, Lea, even if that means I’m just a shoulder for you to cry on when you need it.”

“Oh,” I whisper, because he just said he’s my man, and that statement causes my whole body to light up from the inside out.

“Yeah, oh,” he says, still sounding annoyed.

“Umm…” I look over his shoulder, and his fingers pressing in on my cheek bring my eyes back to him. “I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know that you’re mine.” He asks and I nod.

“You’ve always been mine but you gotta help me take care of you, Lea.” His tone and the way those words wrap around me have my body melting into him, pressing my chest to his, and sliding up on my tiptoes to get closer to him.

“I like that you want to take care of me,” I say and he grunts, pulling me closer to him, then lowers his mouth down to mine, licking across my lips while coasting his hands over my backside, palming my ass and pulling the lower half of my body tighter against his.

“You need to eat,” he groans, ripping his mouth away from mine, but instead of stepping back, one hand fists a handful of my hair, pulling back, and his mouth travels down the side of my neck, causing wetness to spread between my legs. My fingers clutch onto his biceps, trying to keep balanced as a deep wave of desire pulses through me.

“Austin,” I whimper as he kisses back up to my mouth.

“I’m here, baby,” he growls, lifting me off my feet. My legs wrap around his hips and he turns my back to the wall, the hard outline of his erection hitting me right between the legs as he presses against me.

“Yes,” I moan loudly as his head bends and his teeth scrape against my nipple through the material of my shirt and bra. My hands that had been on his shoulders scrape through his hair, pulling at the roots.

“We gotta slow down.”

“Yeah,” I agree, dropping my mouth down to his, biting his lower lip, and pulling it hard.

Then he’s gone. I blink a couple times and lean back against the wall, trying to catch my breath as I watch him stand a few feet away, breathing the same as I am, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he groans, palming himself through his jeans and shifting his erection to the side. “Go into the kitchen, baby. I can’t look at you like you are right now, so I need you to go into the kitchen and give me five minutes to get myself under control.”

Swallowing, my eyes drop to his bulge again, and his growl echoes through the room, causing me to jump and scurry out through the doorway to the kitchen. I press my back to the wall, closing my eyes, willing my body to calm down, and thankfully, when Austin comes into the kitchen five minutes later, we have both calmed enough that we are able to sit together, have a quiet dinner before moving to the couch to watch a movie. I don’t ask Austin to stay the night again, but don’t complain when he takes me to bed and gets in with me.

I wake with Austin’s breath brushing my ear, his hand wrapped around my breast, my leg cocked out at the hip, with his leg tangled with mine. Ken never held me at night, even after sex. He would roll to his side and fall asleep. He never cuddled unless he was using it as a form of foreplay, so waking up having Austin wrapped around me two days in a row gives me a glimpse at what my life would have been like if things had been different.

Wrapping my hands around his arm I try to lift it so I can fix my tank top, which only gains me a squeeze from him, making my core tighten in response.

“Go back to sleep.” His words brush against the shell of my ear, making my nipples harden into sharp points below his palm and my lips part on a gasp.

Hearing the sound his breathing changes, becoming deeper, he drags my tank top off over my head. Then his thumb slides over my nipple, causing my back to arch and his hips to press into my side, where I feel his erection.


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