Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I touched his cheek. “You make me happy.” The words felt like a confession, though they were simple fact.
“And you used to say you hated me.” His hands dropped to my ass. “You also said the last thing you would ever do was fuck me.”
“I haven’t fucked you yet,” I whispered. But I wanted to. Whatever had been holding me back with him had vanished.
“There’s some bullshit line about good things coming to fuckers that wait.” His fingers dug into my waist. “I’ll wait as long as I have to.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him again. “Well… You don’t have to,” I said against his lips. The hard length of him pressed against me. “Unless you know, you want to wait a little longer.” I fought a smile.
He didn’t need much more than that. He carried me out of the surf, his lips never leaving mine when he dropped me onto the blanket. Within seconds, I was naked, his fingers buried deep inside of me while he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
“You’re sure?” His hands roamed along my side as he reached for the bag.
“I’m sure.” A wild tornado of emotions pummeled through me, foreign and overwhelming. I had never felt any kind of attachment to anyone, and of all the people in the world, it was him. Maybe I was stupid, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him close, craving everything he had to give.
His fingers moved in a steady motion inside of me when he brought a foil wrapper to his mouth, tearing it open with his teeth. A nervous flutter took root in my chest when he sat up and put on the condom, and the second his weight settled over me again, my muscles tensed.
He moved between my legs, and for a second, I stopped breathing. He kissed me again, hesitating. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Okay.” My nails dug into his shoulders because he was right there.
He studied me for a moment, his brow creasing before his tongue wet his lips. “Roe. I…”
I could see the words playing out on his face, the same ones I almost wanted to say to him, but I wasn’t ready. To hear them or say them.
“It’s okay, I trust you,” I said in a rush.
And then he pushed into me. Slow. Steady. Each second stealing my breath.
He paused to kiss my neck. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He went deeper, then stilled on a low groan. “Fuck…”
I just needed to get it over with. Like a Band-Aid. I grabbed his ass and yanked him fully into me. Pain spiked through my core, and breath hissed through my teeth.
“Jesus Christ.” His forehead dropped to mine with a hard grunt. “Give me a second.”
Every muscle in his body was rigid, and I could practically feel the chains of his restraint tightening around him.
He rocked into me gently. “You feel so fucking good.”
The waves washed against the beach, the stars twinkling above us. I’d never felt more connected to another person in my life than I was to him in that moment.
Zepp was everything I never asked for and didn’t want, but needed. In a short space of time, he’d become vital to me, the only hope in a bleak world.
“Roe, I can’t…” He stilled, pushing into me so hard that it shot a twinge of pain through my stomach.
I slid my palm over his face, and he turned his head, brushing his lips over the inside of my wrist. “It’s okay.”
His movements grew more stilted. Then his lips slammed over mine on a deep groan.
“One minute.” Panting, he collapsed to the blanket beside me. “Just give me one minute. I’ll get you off. That was just…” His hand brushed my cheek, and he rolled onto his side. “I couldn’t help it.”
“I’m fine, Zepp.”
A few seconds passed before he moved on top of me, kissing along my throat, then down my body. He nipped at my stomach, flashing me a cocky grin. “I’m gonna make this memorable.”
“You brought me to the beach. It couldn’t be much more—” My breath hitched when his tongue swiped over me.
“Oh, it can.”
25
Zepp
I sat across from Monroe, the early morning sun spilling over the patio table. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Never in my life had I wanted to be with a girl the way I had her. I couldn’t get enough of her; I couldn’t kiss her enough. She had made me a certified pussy, and I didn’t even care. And last night—that was a hell of a lot more than chasing a moment of bliss. I was pretty sure what I had with her was what most people spent an entire damn lifetime searching for. And in the back of my mind was the thought that, in a few months, this could all be over. Because she wanted to go to college, and I had no idea where.