Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“Yeah.” I run a hand through my hair, accepting the lifeline she gave me. “It’s not enough, though. And it kills me to see them struggling when I could help.”
Molly doesn’t respond right away.
Instead, she looks back at the stars. “They’re lucky to have you, you know. Not everyone would stick around and help like that.”
I laugh, but the sound lacks humor. “They’re the best people I know. I couldn’t not help. They’ve given me everything, and they ask for nothing in return. That’s just who they are.”
Her hand squeezes mine. “That’s . . . really amazing, Hudson. I mean it.”
My chest feels tight.
This is Molly.
The real Molly.
There’s no sarcasm. No hate.
She’s just . . . her.
I flip my hand over, linking our fingers together, testing the waters. “Thanks.”
She doesn’t pull away. Our hands laced together, we fall into another silence, but this time, it isn’t awkward. It feels almost natural. Like the tension between us all day has finally faded away.
I tilt my head back, my gaze fixing on the stars. “You ever think about how small we are? Compared to all of this?”
Molly chuckles softly. “What, are you getting philosophical now?”
I grin. “Maybe.”
She shrugs. “Makes sense, it’s the stars. They do that to people.”
Her voice is soft, almost wistful.
For a second, I forget how to breathe.
The moonlight casts a glow across her face, catching on her cheekbones, her nose, and the soft curve of her lips. I swear the girl could make a guy forget his own name.
I shift closer, just slightly, but it’s enough to catch her attention. She glances at me, her eyes darker than usual in the low light.
Something shifts in the air between us.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“Like what?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she’s talking about.
“Like I’m—” She swallows, her words catching in her throat.
“Like you’re everything,” I finish for her.
Her lips part, her breath hitching, and I don’t wait for her to argue or deflect or push me away. I lean in, closing the space between us slowly, giving her time to stop me if she wants to. But she doesn’t.
Instead, she leans in, too.
When my mouth finally brushes against hers, it’s soft at first—tentative. But then she presses closer, her hands tangling in my shirt, and I lose every ounce of self-control I thought I had.
I cup her face in my hands, deepening the kiss, pouring every unspoken thing into it—every fight we’ve had, every tense fucking moment, every single time I’ve wanted this and told myself I couldn’t.
Her fingers curl into my chest, and I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed by how fast my heart beats.
The world fades around us.
There’s no sky, no stars, no sound.
Just her.
Just us.
The kiss grows frantic. Hungry.
Like we’re both trying to devour the years we’ve spent avoiding this, denying this.
Her hands tug at my shirt, her nails scraping against my skin, and I’m gone. Absolutely fucking gone.
My fingers skim down her back, gripping and pulling her closer because there’s no such thing as close enough. I feel her everywhere—her lips on mine, her breath mingling with mine, the heat of her skin beneath my palms.
We yank at each other’s clothes, blindly tugging at any fabric we can get a hold of. It’s a blur of hands, lips, and teeth, and I swear, something tears—her shirt or mine. We toss them aside like they’ve offended us.
And then we’re crashing back together, kissing, biting, and claiming each other’s lips. Her hands roam all over me—my chest, my back, my cock.
“Touch me, Hex. Get me nice and ready.” She grips my hardness at the base, tugging upward, drawing a groan for me. “I need to fuck you.”
“Here?”
“Yes, Hex, do you have a problem with that?” Her lips tip into a sexy smirk. “That’s what I thought. Remove your pants.”
She inhales before moving her hands to the waist of her leggings. “Now your top. I want to taste every inch of you before I fuck your sweet pussy.”
It might be dark, but as she strips bare for me, laying her clothes in a neat pile on the ground, I take her in.
She’s gorgeous.
The dim light casts a soft shadow over her, giving me enough light to see her perky tits. It’s her nipples that have me licking my lips.
Her small hand grasps my dick and runs it from root to tip, getting me nice and ready for her.
“Since I don’t want either of us to fuck up our knees on the gravel, I’m going to need you to bend over, Hex. Hands on the wall.”
She hurries to follow my orders, and fuck, if that doesn’t make me harder.
I reach into my back pocket to grab a condom and waste no time slipping it on.