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)
“I have to fucking beg you to stay here, Addie. They can hear that. They know that. And we’ve been dating for how long now?”
Almost six months to the day he first tapped on my shoulder in science class.
The uneasiness still doesn’t leave me and I stare at the door until Tyler’s hand cups my chin.
“We can be quiet,” he whispers and lowers his lips to mine.
My eyes close and I let myself feel his warmth and comfort.
“Just kiss me,” he tells me as he slips his hand between my legs, parting my thighs for him.
I keep my eyes shut and try to be quiet. My muffled moans carried through the walls though and so did the unmistakable sounds and steady rhythm of Tyler fucking me.
I know because of the way Daniel looked at me late that night when I snuck into the hall to use the bathroom.
My hand was on the doorknob when he opened his bedroom door. Caught in his heated gaze, I couldn’t move; I couldn’t breathe. He let his stare trail down my nightgown before looking back into my eyes.
I’ll never forget the way my body heated for him and how my heart pounded. I thought he was going to punish me, to pin me against the wall and make me scream. That’s the way he would have fucked me. The kind of sex where you can’t keep quiet.
Instead of doing or saying anything, Daniel turned around, going straight back into his room.
I sat in the bathroom for the longest time, feeling like the worst thing in the world. Like a whore and a fraud and an ungrateful bitch.
I snuck out in my nightgown, with my clothes clenched into a ball in my hand and drove home as quickly as I could.
I didn’t go back to the Cross house for weeks. And the next time I let Tyler fuck me in his bed, I wasn’t quiet about anything.
CHAPTER 14
Daniel
It’s cute how she keeps looking at me like she’s waiting for me to walk away. Like how yesterday she was surprised that I told her to come over. I’ll never forget the shy look on her face. How her eyes scanned mine and she was hesitant to come back in.
So long as I’m in this small town, she needs to be in my bed. Every second I can have her. Our one-night stand turned into one week … turned into two.
I’ve waited for so long to have her. Did she think I’d have my fill of her so quickly?
As she stretches on my bed, the sheet slips and reveals more of her back, along with the curve of her waist.
I could get used to this. Waking up with her in my bed, going to sleep alongside her.
If I could keep her here forever, I would.
“That was nice,” she whispers as she rolls back over and lays her hand on my bare chest. Her finger traces up to the dip below my throat then moves lower, and lower still. Stirring my already spent dick back to life.
“Be careful what you ask for,” I warn her in a rough timbre as I hold back a groan.
I can feel her smile against my shoulder and then she laughs sweetly.
“I think I need a shower first,” she says.
“You’ll need another when I’m done with you.” I don’t miss the way her legs scissor under the sheets at my comment.
“Shower first,” she says as if she’s decided. Had I slept well at all last night, I’d slip my tongue between her thighs and convince her otherwise. But the meeting location changed yesterday and then again. It seems the message I’ve been waiting on Marcus to deliver has changed as well and Carter’s on edge with what’s coming our way.
The unwanted thought is what motivates me to get up. I’ve been in a daze with Addison. She’s a distraction.
I crack my neck and stretch my arms before getting out of bed with a twisted feeling in my gut.
With my back to Addison, she traces the small scar on the bottom of my shoulder. A scar I’ve long since forgotten. There are a few really, but they’re faint. Only one is easily seen.
“How’d you get that?” she asks me and I clench my jaw as I stand up.
She always liked my father. He was a good man … to her at least. And maybe the family business wouldn’t have survived if he hadn’t been so hard on Carter and me.
“I popped off to my father,” I explain, keeping it short and simple as I get off the bed and grab a pair of boxer briefs from the dresser. My voice sounds strained even to my own ears.
My dick’s already hard and wanting more of her, but the unpleasant reminder of my childhood makes me want to bury myself in work. I have an encrypted file I should look over with details for a big shipment coming in next week. It includes a list of new hires and Carter always gets wary when it comes to new people unloading stock.