Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I told him, my voice breaking on the single word, afraid of his reaction.
He cupped my face in his hands and slanted his lips across mine, kissing me deeply. I moaned softly as I reached up to tangle my fingers in his curly, black hair, not giving a fuck that I was getting paint on his soft strands. He growled low in his throat as he dragged me to the edge of my stool and stood between my legs.
“Julian,” I gasped. I slipped my hands under his shirt, feeling his abs ripple under my touch.
“Take whatever you need, baby.” He pressed his lips right behind my ear before he softly sucked my lobe between his teeth, making me cry out for him and arch my back.
He ripped his t-shirt over his head for me, and I ran my eyes over his beautifully inked body, a sigh leaving my lips as I ran my hands over him, loving the way his body shuddered in response to my touch.
He grabbed the hem of the shirt that I was wearing and pulled it over my head, leaving me in just my panties, but he quickly yanked those down my legs, leaving me completely bare before him.
“Yes,” he hissed.
He knelt between my legs, and with one last wicked grin thrown up at me, he hooked my ankles around his neck and buried his face between my legs. I cried out and clutched at his hair, riding his face as he used that fucking magical tongue to yank me closer and closer to the edge of that beautiful cliff.
And when he sent me over it, I cried out his name. He didn’t even give me a moment to recover before he stood up and yanked my thighs further apart, burying himself to the hilt inside of me.
“Oh, God,” I gasped as I clutched at his upper arms. He didn’t release his hold on my hips, instead forcing me to feel him drive deep into me with every hard, fast stroke.
Sweat was running down my chest, sliding between my breasts. He leaned forward and took my lips in a hard kiss, a growl sounding from his chest as my walls clutched tight around him when I came. He swallowed my moan of his name as he came hard with me, his chest rumbling in pure pleasure as he tightened his fingers on my thighs.
My chest was heaving up and down as I tried to catch my breath. “Always so fucking beautiful,” Julian said, his voice gruff. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest.
I cradled his face in my hands. “I love you,” I told him.
He grinned. “And I love you, baby girl. Always.”
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I looked up at Axel and Julian as they stepped into the living room. Both of them were freshly showered after just having worked out for a couple of hours. Axel leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Hey, sweet girl. You okay?”
I nodded and leaned my head on the back of the couch. “I made spaghetti while you two were working out,” I told them. “It’s in the pot on the stove.”
“Thanks, babe,” Julian said as he flashed me a smile before he headed for the kitchen.
Axel took a seat next to me and drew me into his side. “You really okay, sweet girl?”
I shrugged. “I feel better,” I told him. “Maybe not completely okay, but I’m better than I was yesterday.” I swallowed nervously. “Did Julian tell you about my painting?”
He shook his head. I stood up from the couch and held my hand out to him. He silently took it and let me lead him down the hall to my painting room that was right across from the gym. After pushing open the door and flicking on the light, I led him over to the easel where it was still sitting.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as he ran his eyes over my painting. “Sweet girl, it’s beautiful. You have so much fucking talent.”
I blushed. “I still don’t know how I plan on making this work between the three of us, Axel, but you two make me feel okay again, and I can’t lose that.”
“That’s what you’re depicting in the painting,” he noted, not tearing his eyes off of it.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “In the painting, you guys are watching over me, keeping guard, protecting me from all of the unknown monsters of my life—like Vincent,” I said, my voice breaking on his name as pain lanced through my chest. I rubbed the heel of my hand over my heart. “Even through all of the pain, I can still be strong. You guys make me see that. I don’t know where I would be today without you guys.”