No Tomorrow Read Online Carian Cole

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 188002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 940(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
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He tugs off my sweater and reaches down to unbutton my jeans.

“What about Lyric?” I whisper. She’s been in bed for hours, but we never fool around right in the middle of the house.

He touches his fingertips to my lips. “Shh…she won’t wake up. We’ll be quiet.” With a crazy-sexy grin, he pulls my jeans and panties off. “At least I’ll be quiet because my mouth is gonna be busy….” Kneeling between my legs, he slowly slides his hand from my breast all the way down over my hip to my outer thigh. He kneads his fingers there and then bends my leg up. “Not sure if you can be quiet, Ladybug.” He kisses my inner thigh and sucks my flesh into his mouth. Teeth and metal send tingles through my limbs. “Especially with me licking your pussy.” He drags his tongue over my lips and I let out a little moan and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

“You gotta try harder than that, baby.” His husky voice drips with raw sensuality and he descends on me, covering me with his warm mouth and slowly probing me with his tongue. He flicks the ball of his piercing over my clit, then plunges his tongue in deep, sucking my sensitive flesh between his lips and teeth. I spread myself open for him when he inches his hand up my thigh and slips one, then two fingers inside me. He works me into a frenzy with his mouth and hands and I writhe and wiggle beneath him, thrusting my hips toward his face. He tortures me—slowing and pulling back just when I’m almost over the edge, then mouth-fucking me back to that breathless, urgent place again. He drives me wild, tantalizing me with his tongue and hands, his hard body pressing against mine. I tangle my fingers in his long hair, imprisoning him so he can’t pull away. When he finally lets me come, I can’t stop from crying out with pleasure. He moves like lightning, capturing my mouth with his, kissing me so deeply that I can’t breathe as he pistons his fingers in me. I’m a quivering, powerless ragdoll beneath him as he coaxes my body into another orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful when you lose control,” he whispers against my lips as I struggle to catch my breath. “And you can’t be quiet for nothin’.”

I giggle and snuggle into his arms. “It’s impossible with you. You drive me wild.”

He pulls the blanket from the couch and over our bodies, then leans up on his elbow to look at me. His hair is disheveled around his face. His eyes dark and intense, his lips full and cherry red from being ridden.

And that smile on his face is the best gift I could ever receive.

I remember our first Christmas together. How he decorated the shed with a tiny tree. I remember how badly I wanted him to climb over the wall he always kept between us and come home with me for the holiday.

Now there are no walls, he’s home with me, and nothing could be more perfect.

“I don’t want to ever stop having nights like this.” He pulls me closer and wraps his leg over mine, locking us together. “You’re the one high I’m never gonna quit, Piper. I don’t care if we have five kids or we’re married for twenty years, I’m always going to want to get lost in you.”

“You can always get lost in me.” I kiss the middle of his chest. “I promise.”

As we lie in front of the flickering electric flames, I play with his hair—something he loves—and the words to his song, “Lost in You,” echoes through my mind:

Take my hand baby and don’t let go

Anchor me here with your heart and thighs

I’ll swallow you down; intoxicate my dark soul

Whisper my name, darlin’, infect me with your sighs

Please…drown out all the shit I’ve been told

Keep me high, baby, and I’ll never have to fly.

Chapter Fifty

“I like this one. It’s heavy.” He holds his left hand out, fingers outstretched, and stares intently at the band on his ring finger. A shy grin spreads over his lips and he looks at me. “Do you like this one?”

I’d be happy with a string on his finger.

“I love it.”

The saleswoman beams. “That one is platinum, and symbolizes pure and everlasting love. It’s very durable, but can show some scratches and may patina eventually.”

“I can dig that. I don’t want it to look perfect and shiny forever. I kinda come with some scratches and dents. Right, babe?” He nudges his shoulder playfully into mine.

“I love your dents and scratches.”

“I’ll take this one,” Blue says, taking the band off and handing it to the saleswoman.

“It’s a wonderful choice, Mr. Von Bleu. And we’re honored to have you as a client.”

He thanks her and turns to me with a worried expression. “I think we should get Lyric a ring, too,” he says softly. “So she feels like we’re all in this kinda together. I don’t want her to feel left out. What do you think?”


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