Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 143842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Greed banged against the walls, rebounding and reverberating, sending the heat soaring again, though his voice curled with that easiness. “Careful, darlin’, or you’re going to make me embarrass myself.”
“I don’t think there’s a thing you have to be embarrassed about.” I pumped his massive cock over his sweats.
Lust radiated from his flesh, and he fiddled with a lock of my hair as he looked across at me with eyes that no longer were just molten but flamed.
“How’s it possible you are right here in front of me?” The words were ragged rasps. “Meant it when I said it should be impossible for someone like you to exist. There shouldn’t be a treasure so great. A beauty so abstract. You had me the second I stumbled on you in that trailer, Hailey. The way my guts curled with lust at the sight of you. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since.”
That’s what this was, wasn’t it?
Lust?
Except there was something bigger suspended in the air. Something that beat profound and whipped around us, a gravity that I knew better than to slip into.
Only I was getting drawn there, careening his direction.
I angled up high on my knees, letting my chest brush against his as I continued to stroke him.
“I’ve wanted you since that summer. You’re the first man who ever made me desire.”
I should keep my mouth shut.
Tie the admissions where they bubbled on my tongue.
But I didn’t know how to stop the confession from bleeding free.
He winced again, and a grimness clouded his expression. “When I was with her.”
He didn’t form it a question. He already knew. And my heart was twisting, and I knew I was in the wrong, that this was a betrayal, and it was going to hurt.
Because everything I felt went so much deeper than this could ever be, knitting up in mayhem, and I should have been smart enough to know how it was going to end.
I was setting myself up to get shredded.
My stupid heart smashed.
But in that moment, I didn’t care.
I wanted it.
I wanted it all.
I wanted to be selfish and take and take.
I wanted to feel something brighter than I’d felt in years.
In so long.
In ever.
Since the moment I’d run, gutted by grief, and instead had collided with something so much worse than I ever could have anticipated.
So, I reached down and shoved his sweats down his hips. He lifted to wind out of them, and I pushed them all the way down so he could kick them off his ankles.
A wave of dizziness slammed me when I freed his dick.
Massive and jutting, the head engorged and throbbing with need.
I ran my thumb over the dripping tip before I stroked him once again as I moved to straddle him, my palm gliding down his smooth flesh.
Surprise rasped up his throat, and his hands shot to my waist.
“Shortcake.” His voice shook with the warning.
Dark and low.
A warning that echoed against the walls.
Mine matched it when I leaned in and whispered an inch from his lips, “Please, don’t question it. Just fuck me.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
CODY
Hailey’s demand cleaved through the room, a bang right in the middle of me.
I should stop this before it got carried away, before there was no going back, before I put the final stake in my grave.
But I was trapped by the torrent that swilled in her eyes. That blue sea drawing me deeper, crystalline and clear. Dark and mesmerizing.
A place I knew I’d never been before.
The heat of her blistered our flesh, burning us both. It incited a frenzy there was no chance I was strong enough to resist.
I twisted a hand up in the soft, lush locks of her hair. I yanked her head back as the rest of her bowed forward, and the hard peaks of her gorgeous tits scraped at my chest.
Fuck me, this woman was nothing but illicit.
A crime I should know better than to commit.
So goddamn hot I couldn’t think straight.
“Is that what you want, Shortcake? You want me to fuck you?”
“You promised you’d do it so good.” She threw the text I’d been an idiot to send that night back in my face. On the night when I felt like I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t have her in some way.
But if I didn’t have her right then?
I was going to fully disintegrate.
I was ruined anyway, so I saw no point in not giving in.
“I’ve always said to be a man of my word.”
“I hope you are.”
A grin cracked the edge of my mouth while I felt like my insides were splintering apart.
My Shortcake was a spitfire.
I loved it.
Loved every fucking thing about her, and I knew that was the real problem in all of this.
Too late now to consider any of that.
I curled my hand up in those honey-swept tresses until I was holding her by the back of the head, my words going soft as I murmured, “You sure that’s what you really want?”