Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Then she leans in close to me. “You okay, honey?”
I nod.
“I don’t want to get into it with you all,” I exhale. “I really don’t. It’s not worth the discussion.”
“Seems like it is worth the fuckin’ discussion,” Adan snaps.
“Leave it, Adan,” I yell.
Eve walks over to Riggs. “Let’s leave her be, we’ll talk to her in the morning when she’s feeling better.”
My best friend knows me well.
Thank god.
Riggs nods. “I’ll be back in the morning, Ramona. We’re discussing this whether you like it or not.”
I purse my lips.
The two of them leave.
I turn and walk up the stairs before Adan can start. It doesn’t stop him.
“We’re not done,” he calls out, following me.
“Oh, but we are,” I answer back.
“No, we’re fuckin’ not.”
I turn to face him. “Yes, we fucking are.”
“What is your god damned problem?”
“My problem?” I yell. “My problem is that I’m fucking stuck here with you and I can’t escape. I can’t escape any of this until I sort out Devin. I did it because I want out, I want away from you all because it’s too bloody hard. Is that clear enough for you, Adan?”
He stares at me.
“There you go with your blank damned stare. It’s all you can offer me. It’s all you can say. Just leave me the hell alone. I’m so fucking done with you. Go to your little girlfriend and tell her your problems.”
I go into my room and slam the door.
He doesn’t come in after me.
I exhale and sit on the edge of my bed. This is fucked. I don’t know what Devin has in store for me, but I’m certain it’s not good. He’s dangerous, and I know I have to accept help to keep myself safe. God dammit. I wish I wasn’t so messed up as to get involved with my step-father in the first place. Then none of this would have ever happened.
I have a shower and crawl into bed, falling asleep almost immediately. I don’t know what time it was that I arrived home, but I do know it was late. I’m exhausted and I can’t take a great deal more. I’m in love with a man that won’t even have a conversation with me and I’m tired of hurting.
I’m just tired.
I need everyone to just leave me the hell alone.
I’M WOKEN TO A BODY slowly moving over mine.
For a moment, I’m certain I’m dreaming, but when I smell that familiar smell and hear that familiar voice, I know I’m not dreaming. Right now, a big, gorgeous biker is lying on top of me, and I can’t bring myself to fight him off. It doesn’t help that I’m half asleep and still wondering if this is possibly a dream.
“I broke up with Lorelei today,” his husky voice fills my ears, “I should have told you that I felt the same, but you fuckin’ scare me, Ramona. The whole thing scares me. But I know that after tonight, feelin’ the way I did when I couldn’t find you, I was kidding myself. Kidding myself into believing I didn’t want this.”
I suck in a breath.
I can’t see him in the dark, but I don’t need to.
“You asked me if I had ever been in love before, I answered yes because it was true. Only it wasn’t in the past, it was now. It was you. It’s been you since the moment you opened your sassy fuckin’ mouth.”
Oh, god.
Don’t cry, Ramona. Keep it together.
“I fucked up not tellin’ you, fucked up pretending it wasn’t there, but I’m not pretending anymore. You want me? I’m yours.”
Oh.
Shit.
“Really?” I croak.
“Yep.”
“You’re not just saying this and then in a few weeks you’ll do a runner?”
“Can’t promise you how I’ll feel in the future, but I can tell you I’ve never felt like this about another woman before, so that’s gotta mean somethin’. I don’t want anyone else.”
Oh, boy.
Keep it together, Ramona.
“Are you goin’ to say somethin’?” he asks me.
“Are you going to kiss me or keep blabbering on about your feelings?”
I can feel his grin, even though I can’t see it.
Just like I feel his lips when they meet mine.
And I feel his hands as they roam over my body, slowly undressing me.
I feel every second of his mouth against my breast, sucking on my nipple. Every inch of his tongue as he laps at my clit, bringing me to orgasm not once, but twice. Every breathy moan as he slides his fingers in and out of my pussy, bringing them to his mouth and sucking my pleasure right off.
I feel his cock pressing against me, and the way it slides in, inch by perfect inch. I feel his biceps clench as he thrusts into me, and his whole body tenses above mine. I feel the stretch and pull of my pussy as it accommodates him and then oh, every perfect thrust.