Forever Winter Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
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I probably needed it. I’ve been working doubles at the diner knowing I was going to be taking this week off and soon more time than that. My major in art history isn’t helping me land a job. Maybe I should give in and look into teaching or take Cory up on his offer of working with him. He said he could find a place for me, but he’s done so much for me already.

Now I’ve gone and gotten knocked up by his brother. Not only that but I’ve just blown up the lie he’d told about us being engaged. I head for the double doors, guessing that’s the way out of the massive bedroom. When I open them I pause when I see the long hallway. Jesus, this place is like a hotel.

I look down to see boxes everywhere with my name on them. I pick one up, wondering what they are. I didn’t order anything. I set it back down. It has my name on it but it can’t be mine.

I then look up and pause when I see Robert striding towards me. I stand there like a deer caught in headlights. I’ve just left the room and he’s already on me.

“You’re awake.” He comes to stand in front of me. I have to lean my head all the way back to look at him. “You feeling better?” He cups my cheek, his thumb running back and forth. His touch is soft, but I swear there is a wildness about his eyes. He’s holding something back.

I nod, not sure I want to unleash whatever it is he is holding back.

“Is Cory here?” I ask. I watch his jaw clench. So much for not poking. That hadn’t been the right question.

“No.” He drops his hand from my cheek, taking my hand. “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

I nod again as we move down the long hallway. I don’t really have a choice with his hand locked into mine.

He lets go of my hand as we come to the stairs and wraps his arms around me. “I can walk downstairs. I feel better,” I admit. He only grunts, pulling me more into his side and guiding me down them.

I keep stealing peeks of him as we go. How does he seem even bigger now than that night? It’s not shocking I didn’t know he was Cory’s brother. They really look nothing alike. That definitely explains my quick attraction to Robert. Apparently I have a type—brooding and a little grumpy.

When we enter the kitchen he guides me over to a high-top chair and pulls it out for me. Before I can hop onto it he’s lifting me. I let out a small gasp, my hands landing on his chest. My face is now level with his.

He leans forward and I meet him halfway. He brushes his mouth against mine. A guttural sound comes from deep inside of him. Instinctually I wrap my legs and arms around him. Our kiss deepens. Something about this feels wrong but unstoppable. He thinks I’m engaged to his brother, but still he kisses me and I kiss him back.

I moan into his mouth and the kiss turns harder and deeper. I move against him, needing the friction. It had been too long since I’d felt him against me like this. How many times have I lain in bed and tried to remember that night and touch myself? I could never get there. It was never the same. I’d always end up frustrated in a state of need I could never calm.

“More,” I tell him, pulling my mouth from his. “I need more,” I plead. My ass lands on the kitchen counter. He doesn't need further encouragement. Easily he slips my thick leggings down my legs and tosses them away. When he parts my thighs it’s then I remember my stomach, the small bump that has formed. I freeze as his hand grazes over it so gently. His eyes lock with mine but he doesn't say anything. He only leans in, kissing me ever so softly before pulling back and falling to his knees in front of me.

“I’ve been dying all these months to taste you again.” His beard brushes the insides of my thighs as his nose nudges my clit. I feel him suck in a deep breath of me. My face heats as I wonder what I smell like. He makes a groaning sound and it’s clear he enjoys it, savoring my smell before he’s on me. Once again he goes from soft and sweet to primal and demanding. I cry out his name as he ravishes me. He’s unable to control himself with need.

My hand digs into his hair, needing something to hold onto as my orgasm comes rushing down into me. I cry out his name again, trying to close my legs, the pleasure all too much as I jerk against him, but his broad shoulders won’t let me. He's not finished. He wants more and he’s going to take it.


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