Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Some of us, though, are more fucked-up than others.
Kristen, Ronan, and Destiny all seem to be haunted by the same demons. I shiver at the thought of what they must’ve endured. If only Ronan would tell me what happened. Then, maybe, I could help him feel better.
“I just,” Ronan starts, voice hoarse, “I just sometimes feel really fucking alone.”
My heart bleeds at his words. Leaning closer, I kiss his mouth softly. “You’re not alone. You have me. And Ryder when he’s not being a dick. We love you and won’t ever leave you.”
His gaze softens as he studies me. Then his eyes close as he kisses me back, this time, shockingly with tongue. Heat floods through me, settling in my core.
“You saved me,” I murmur against his lips. “Having sex with you was everything to me.”
He rolls until his body presses mine into the mattress. Pulling from our needy kiss, he stares at me and smiles. “It was everything to me too. Not exactly the way I’d imagined sex, but still good because it was you.”
His words have pleasure ringing through me.
“Maybe you would feel better if you could do it again,” I breathe, wriggling under his much larger body. “Without fear and able to use your hands.” My fingers thread through his hair. “You wouldn’t feel so alone. I could help you like you helped me.”
“I’m not sure I could get hard again,” he says, cheeks flaming crimson. “As much as I want to.”
I slip my legs out from under him, wrapping them around his waist. “You haven’t even tried.”
His lips find mine again, but this time he thrusts against me. I can feel his cock as it fills with blood, turning hard against me. Digging my feet into his ass and lifting my hips, I urge him to continue. He begins frantically moving his hips, grinding into me as he devours my mouth.
I want his hands all over me.
I need him inside of me again.
Last time stung and wasn’t exactly as pleasurable as having Ryder’s fingers inside me, but we were at a disadvantage then. Now, just the two of us, unbound and alone, we can have the freedom to explore. The chance to bring each other actual pleasure.
“Take off my jeans,” I murmur, meeting his fiery stare. “Please.”
He pulls back and then sets to unbuttoning them. The eager way with which he tugs at my jeans has fire burning through my veins. I help him by kicking out of them and then allow him to settle back between my legs. With just our underwear separating us, the sensations are much more heightened.
“This feels good,” I breathe, tugging at his hair. “Does it feel good for you even though I’m a girl?”
He grunts, rubbing up against me. “It feels good because you’re you. My best friend. My favorite sister.”
His mouth finds my neck and he suckles on my flesh while he ruts against me. It drives me wild with need. I ache to fully have him again. This time will be different—better.
“Take off your shirt,” I plead. “I want to touch you.”
With an exasperated groan, he sits up long enough to rip away the offending fabric and then loses himself to another kiss. I greedily touch his muscular shoulders and biceps.
“I want my shirt off too,” I complain. “I want to feel you.”
He tears from my kiss, jerking his head to the door. “What if Mom comes in?”
“She won’t,” I promise. “She’s knee-deep in annoying kids right now. It’s just us. No one is coming.”
With a grunt, he stops long enough to start yanking at my shirt. Once it’s gone, I unhook my bra and he finishes tearing it away. He looks down at my naked breasts and frowns. I don’t like the way he studies them like they’re something foreign and strange. I want him to admire them and touch them and taste them. Ryder likes them.
Giving his head a sharp shake, he looks away from them, turning his attention to his cock. I try to hide the disappointment. He rubs his hand against his dick as though to make it hard again.
Do I disgust him?
Emotion prickles at my eyes. I’m about to stop because he’s clearly no longer enjoying it, when his knuckle rubs over my clit through my underwear. I shiver at his touch.
He remains focused between us as he tugs his boxers down. His cock bounces out, lightly smacking against my pussy. The tip leaks with his cum and dots my underwear.
“Ronan,” I choke out, forcing his gaze back to me. “I want you.”
He gives me a clipped nod and then pulls my underwear aside with his finger. With his other hand, he grips his cock and teases my slick slit.
“Do we need to get it wet?” I ask, a hint of doubt creeping up inside me.