Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I throw my head back, pulling my lips from his to cry out. I forgot what he felt like. How big he was. He starts to move, after getting a better grip of my body.
My hands go around his neck, and I grasp his hair between my fingers.
He wraps his free hand around my neck, and my pussy tightens. My lips part, and I suck in a ragged breath.
I look at him through heavy eyes, and he’s already watching me. The sound of our bodies slapping and the shower running fills the room along with our heavy breathing. My toes start to curl, and I close my eyes when the sensation takes over. “Oh, God.” I gasp.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
GRAVE
HER PUSSY CLENCHES around my cock, and her body tightens against mine as she comes.
I lean down, attacking her lips with mine as I continue to fuck her, getting ready for my own release. I would love to take my time with her right now, but I can’t. My body fucking hurts. I’m exhausted, but I couldn’t not show her that I love her. That I’m sorry for what I did. How I reacted and that I let her think I truly didn’t give a fuck about her.
I thrust one last time before coming. I lower her to her shaky feet but keep her pinned to the shower wall. “I’m sorry,” I say. She’ll never know how much I’m sorry for hurting her. I would give anything to take it back.
“Don’t be,” she whispers, running her fingers along my sleeve. “You did nothing wrong.”
I place my forehead to hers, still trying to catch my breath. “I did.” In so many ways.
She reaches up and cups my face and I lean into it. My eyes growing heavier by the second. I can feel the adrenaline from the fight dying off. I blink and her face grows with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer, taking a step back. “I just …” I almost trip over her clothes and fall into the wall.
“Grave.” She grips my upper arms. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned off and in bed.”
I don’t argue with her because honestly, I’m not sure how much longer I have left before I pass the fuck out.
She grabs my soap and washes me off, being careful with my busted hand. It’s swollen, but it’s stopped bleeding. I can’t even make a fist with it right now. She finishes up quickly and turns the water off before she gets out and grabs two towels for us. She begins to dry me off and I take it from her. Then she walks over to the his and her sinks and starts digging under them in the cabinets. Slamming doors open and closed.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
“Medicine. You need …”
“No.” I interrupt her, knowing where she’s going.
She stops and stands, turning to face me. She hasn’t even taken the time to dry off yet. Her towel still sits on the counter folded. Her wet hair clings to her naked chest and she still has some makeup smeared on her face. “Grave, you need to take something.”
I shake my head. “I’ll be okay.”
She bites her bottom lip as if she wants to argue but I just told her I’m an addict. I have some tabs in my duffel bag in my closet but I’m not going to tell her that because I’m not going to take them. I can live with the pain. “I just need some rest.” I assure her and walk over to the counter. “Will you stay the night with me?” I ask.
We’ve always stayed at her house. One, because I liked being at her house. It felt like home to me. And two, because I never wanted her up at Kingdom around the guys.
“Of course.” She sighs, letting go of the fact I’m not going to take anything for the pain.
APRIL
I stand in the cooler at Roses when I hear the bell ring. “How may I help you?” I call out, walking behind the desk. The smile drops off my face when I see who it is.
Lucy stands there in a pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeve white shirt. Her blond hair is up in a high ponytail, and her face clear of makeup. Her brown eyes look sad, but she manages to give me a smile. “Hey,” she says shyly.
“Hey.” I cross my arms over my chest.
She bows her head, staring at her tennis shoes. “My brother told me that I owe you an apology and a thank you.”
I just stare at her.
She looks up at me. “I’m sorry—”
“I’m not the one you owe an apology to,” I interrupt her.
She lets out a long breath. “I told him I’m sorry.”
It’s been five days since we found her dying in her bedroom. Grave hasn’t mentioned her once. But I think about her all the time. Wondering if she’s okay.