Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
He nips at my neck and runs the tip of his nose along my jaw. My eyes close slowly as I lift my lips to his. The first kiss is gradual, teasing even; I’m still reeling from his comment. The second is deeper but the moment his tongue slips across the seam of my lips, I have to laugh. His dick is hard again and poking me in my stomach.
I pull away from him, but just with my upper half, seeing as how he still has a firm grip on my waist.
“Already wanting more?” I tease him. He groans deep and presses another kiss to my lips. This time I open my mouth, greeting his hot tongue with swift, deep strokes of my own.
I moan into his mouth as he slowly unbuttons my shorts and yanks them down, shoving his hands between my legs and cupping between my thighs like he owns what’s there. My neck arches and my strangled cry of pleasure is muted when Dean covers my mouth with his. He devours me forcefully and unapologetically.
And I can’t bring myself to regret it.
Not this time or the next. Not even when I wake up early the next morning to find he’s already gone but left his shirt behind with a note telling me it’s mine to keep until he replaces the other.
At least he left a note. I’ll give him that.
DEAN
My muscles ache, and the burn feels so fucking good. My heart’s racing and I can faintly taste the blood from the cut on my lip.
I live for this shit.
My pops used to watch rugby. I don’t have many fond memories of him since he was sick for so long but as I stand in my position, cracking each knuckle one by one and waiting for the signal, I remember how I used to sit cross-legged only inches from the screen when we’d watch television together. I can still smell the beer Pops always had next to him during a game. I can still hear him cheering them on. And the second I can, I rush forward, crashing my skull into Kev’s shoulder and digging my hands between his chest and the ball.
My teeth are clenched; my heart isn’t fucking moving. Nothing is.
All that matters is that I get possession. My shoulder knocks hard against Kev’s and he’s thrown backward. As I fall forward, I rip the ball out of his hands and quickly throw it to Daniel. Fast possession, fast plays.
I tumble downward and don’t even try to brace myself. My shoulder cracks as it meets the ground and the wind is knocked from me.
Before I can even get up, Kev’s shoving me back down to the ground, nearly trampling me to get to the action. Fucker steps on my hand, grinding it into the dirt. Fuck!
My eyes narrow as my breath comes back to me. I almost grab his ankle and yank it toward me, just to see his scrawny ass bust his mouth on the way down. But I bite back the anger. It’s not what I need. It’s not good for me.
A whistle goes off and Brant, the third player on our side, pats my back as I stand up, brushing the soil from a scratch on my arm. His hand thumps my back as he says something I can’t make out over the ringing in my ears. I focus on counting in my head.
Counting all the times I’ve lost control. All the times I’ve let my anger get the better of me.
All the shit it’s brought me. Several broken noses, although I’ve only had one myself. It’s one thing to pop off and pick fights because I’m bored, or because I’m angry, or even because I’m fucking lost. It’s another thing entirely to let it control me. To fall back on it. I know this, I’ve been over this shit with Dr. Robinson, but I’ll be damned if it helps me as much as getting locked up did.
I can hear the guys rallying up again as the white noise and ringing slowly fades.
All I’m concentrating on is my rage, taming it. Keeping it in. After all, it’s Kev’s uncle who helped me out. He’s friends with the judge who agreed to the terms of my probation and beating the shit out of his nephew isn’t the best way to pay him back.
“Fuck yeah, man!” I hear Daniel yell in a deep voice before throwing the ball down on the ground in front of me and jumping on my side, wrapping his arms around my neck and thrusting his hips once before jumping off.
“Whoo!” he calls out, clearly pleased with himself and the team. The smile stretches slowly across my face as I watch as him celebrate with Brant.
“Go, team!” I hear her soft feminine voice shouting and cheering before I see her.