Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Fuck your dad.”
I’m jerked from the past and pop my eyes open. Roan’s stare heats me to my bones. His face is so close to mine. I like the way his body is touching mine. A truce. I’m tired of being at war.
“I thought I was going to die,” I croak, my body trembling.
Roan inches closer, his nose rubbing along my cheek as though he’s inhaling me. His lips are on my skin when he says, “But you didn’t. I saved you.”
Turning toward his hot mouth, I chase down what I desperately need. Him. My lips—cold and chapped—brush along his. He sucks in a breath as we pause. I want to kiss him, but something holds me back. I want him to want it too. His hand finds my bare hip and I’m ready for him to push me away.
He does.
He does.
He fucking does.
But he goes with me, pushing his naked thigh between mine as his tongue plunges into my mouth. We both groan, surprised at the kiss, but then we become ravenous. I’m weak and aching and dizzy. His kiss is invigorating, though.
Rough and gentle.
How?
Sweet and bitter.
Why?
His tongue slides against mine, waking my dick as though it’s stroking it instead. I moan into his mouth. This seems to set him off because he slides all the way on top of me. Our dicks are stone sandwiched between us. His mouth parts as a sexy growl tumbles out. He grinds his hips against mine, sending currents of pleasure exploding through me.
“Roan.” My breathy plea is heard because he kisses me harder. Needier. Frantic. He ruts against me, every bit as eager for this feeling as I am. My fingers find his damp, messy hair and I tug on the strands. He hisses, nipping my bottom lip.
“Fuck, Hollis. What the fuck?”
I want to kiss him everywhere.
Taste every inch.
Feel him inside me.
The thoughts stampeding through my mind are too quick and chaotic to sort out. It’s madness. Roan is a crazy addiction. I need this. I need him.
“Why do I want this?” he asks, pulling away slightly, his amber eyes flickering with confusion. “Why do I want you?”
“What is your type?”
“Not her.”
“Are you bi?”
“I’m nothing.”
“I want it too,” I tell him, shoving the memory of our previous conversation away. He’s not nothing. He’s so much more than nothing. A million times more than nothing.
“But you’re gay,” he growls. “I’m…”
“Don’t fucking say it.”
Our eyes snap to each other. The word was on the tip of his tongue. I kiss him, stealing it from his lips and devouring it.
“You’re Roan,” I murmur. “You’re not nothing.”
He kisses me harder, his hips rocking wildly against me. Our breathing becomes ragged as he takes us closer to the edge. The moment I start to come, I grip his hair and arch my back, aching for every movement against me. His mouth finds my neck. He bites me and then sucks with enough vigor, he’ll leave a mark. My cum jets out hot and thick, soaking our bellies between us. It’s slick and he groans against my neck.
“I’m checking on them, dipshit,” Terrence bellows as he stumbles into the cabin.
Roan tenses up and his heart pounds through his chest to dance with mine. His cock pulses against my slick skin, throbbing with the need for release.
“We’re fine,” Roan says, his voice tight. “He’s still alive.”
Terrence lets out a sharp breath before falling onto the covers behind Roan. Roan is stiff, his face still against my neck. Within seconds, Terrence is breathing deeply with sleep. I slide my hand between us, wetting my hand in my cum, and then wrap my hand around Roan’s dick. Long, thick, hot. He chokes on a moan.
“Shh,” I murmur as I stroke him. “Don’t wake him.”
Roan’s lips press to my flesh and his hips flex slightly, meeting my hand at each stroke. I use my cum like lube and give him the best damn hand job considering our shitty situation. It only takes a few expert tugs before his dick swells and throbs out his release. He soaks us even more, but I love it. I greedily steal these moments with him because who the fuck knows what tomorrow will look like.
“Fuck,” Roan whispers.
“Yeah, fuck.”
I feel his smile on my neck and damn if that doesn’t feel better than blowing my load all over the hottest mean boy I’ve ever met.
He’s going to kill me.
And not in the way Jordy’s psycho ass nearly did.
Roan has stuck his hand inside my chest and plucked my heart from its cage. It beats like crazy in his fist. He can keep it, or he can crush it. No matter what he does, it won’t matter. I’ve given it to him, and it scares the shit out of me, because I know I’ll never get it back.
“Still alive?”