Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Hands circle my hips then lift. He slams into me and I gasp loudly. Reaching for my pillow, I go to cover my mouth to stop the loud moans that I know are bound to come out, but he pulls it away throwing it on the floor. I look into his stormy dark eyes and all I see staring back at me is me nothing. They’re soulless.
“No! You will scream, and make it fucking loud.” He pushes into me again, and again. His rhythm is fast and hard, and he takes control of who I am. I become his instrument, moving and gasping to his perfectly tuned beat.
And, fuck me, it’s the most perfect sound on this planet.
“Gunner,” I scream so loud that I lean up and bite his shoulder to slow down the onslaught of emotions while an orgasm rips through my body. He doesn’t stop, rides it out and fucks me until he comes, pulling out and coming all over my belly when he’s done. He sits back admiring his handiwork and touches my belly, spreading it everywhere as I lay there catching my breath.
“Are you marking me?” I joke.
He stops abruptly. Lifts his hand and sits back. “Wash yourself.” Then he gets up and does just that, heads straight to my bathroom and turns on the shower.
Sitting up, I look at where he’s gone, not sure what to do, or why he changed his mood so quickly. Getting up, I do as he says, going straight into the bathroom where I see him, his head dropped back, his dark curls wet, and the water washing over him.
It’s a sight to behold that’s for sure. One I don’t think I will ever get out of my head. The way he stands there looking like a fucking king that you aren’t allowed to go near.
I step in, despite the feelings running through me, and reach for the soap and start washing his back then running my hands over his perfect ass. The man I was previously with had hair on his ass. Gunner, well, his is perfectly smooth and shaped like a pear. It’s an ass most woman would want. Turning around, he opens his eyes as I reach his chest, doing the same thing washing him. He doesn’t say a word, just lets it happen.
“You confuse me,” I say, my hands dropping lower. His cock’s starting to rise again.
He shakes his head. “Good.”
I look up at him as he takes the washcloth from my hand and then starts to clean me. “You won’t figure me out. No one ever does.” He says it as if he believes it, but maybe it’s because he doesn’t let anyone close enough to figure him out.
“You like it that way?”
Gunner nods then turns me around when he’s washed my front. “Do you not want that, though, someone to speak to, someone to confide in? Everyone needs someone, Gunner.” At first, I think he won’t answer, then the washing of my back stops. Then I feel him come closer.
“Not everyone wants that, Everly. Not everyone wants what’s written in storybook collections. Some of us like it dark and dangerous. Can you accept that?”
I turn to face him while he steps back into the water, letting it wash over him.
“Is that what you want? Someone to accept that side of you?”
He shakes his head. “It isn’t a side, it’s me. Accept it, or move on, Everly.”
I reach up, stepping under the water with him, my hands lying on his chest, our naked bodies touching.
“I’ll accept it, but don’t ask me why. For now.”
His hand reaches for my chin and he lifts it. “You have sparkles in your eyes, Everly. A man like me kills that sparkle.” He lets me go and steps out of the shower, quickly wraps a towel around him, and walks out. I stand under the warm water trying to decide what to do, and when I finally get out, he’s gone. There’s no trace of him anywhere.
Sparkle my asshole.
“I’m in love,” May says sitting on my couch the next morning.
I laugh at her. “With who?”
“Your cousin. I get stupid when he’s around, so it has to be love. Right?” she asks, lying down as if she’s in her next therapy session. I should never be anyone’s therapist, considering how fucked up Gunner’s making me feel.
“Does he have a girlfriend? I mean really? You would tell me, right?”
“No. I don’t think so. I have never seen him with anyone serious.”
“Maybe he’s waiting for me.”
“Maybe.” I giggle at her words.
“This is serious. I tried to sleep with Trevor last night. To see if I could get Alec out of my head. But nope. Couldn’t. Every time Trevor thrust all I could think was, I bet Alec would fuck me hard and spank me perfectly.”