Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I thought you would have forgotten this place,” I bark, “just like you forgot me.” I hate myself for saying the words, but they come out so fast I can’t take them back.
“Funny coming from you,” she says. “I wasn’t the one who forgot about the other person. You sure as fuck forgot about me the minute I left town.” She unfolds her hand and points it at me. “I was just a fucking memory to you.” She leans into me, and I move back so she’s not too close. “Since you were wearing someone else’s ring less than two months after I fucking left.” Her words feel like they’re pulled from the depths of her soul. The hurt there is so evident, but she doesn’t let her guard down. “So don’t fucking pretend my leaving hurt you.”
“Way I remember it, you left me. Cut me off.” The venom in my tone isn’t falling on deaf ears. Her eyes go to slits.
“Of course, you would remember it that way.” She shakes her head and turns to leave, when my hand comes out and grasps her wrist. The heat warms the coldness that’s been in my bones since she walked away from me. I yank her to me, her other palm flat against my chest.
We stare at each other for a full minute before it happens. I don’t know if I’m the one who bends my head or she lifts on her tippy-toes, but our mouths meet, and the kiss is as angry as it could ever be. Our tongues touch for a second before she bites my lower lip. My hand drops her wrist, and I wrap it around her waist and pull her to me. Lifting her off her feet, I turn her back to the tree. “I wish I never saw your face again.” Our noses are touching, and again, it’s that tug-of-war.
Her mouth opens at the same time my tongue slides in. My eyes close, and it’s as if I’ve reached euphoria. It’s better than any high I’ve ever had. It’s better than any buzz I’ve ever had. It’s fucking heaven and hell all at the same time. I hate she still has this effect on me. I turn my head to the side, the kiss not gentle at all. Instead, it’s a kiss filled with rage and anger. I push her deeper into the tree, her hands gripping my shirt in her fingers, pushing it up before scoring me with her nails all the way down my chest. The sting of it goes straight to my cock, which is pushed deeper into her. She lifts her leg to hook over my hip as I push my cock into her even more, and I swallow her moan. My hand goes to her leg, around my hip, finding it bare. The softness from it makes me move my hand up her leg until my hand is cupping her bare ass. I squeeze my hand so hard, I’m sure she’ll have my fingerprints as a bruise, but I don’t fucking care. Let her have it, let her fucking be reminded of me every single fucking day. Just like I’m sure to have the taste of her on my tongue. The more I kiss her, the more I can admit I missed her. The more I admit that, the angrier the kiss gets. “I hate you.” She leans her head back on the tree, her fingers gripping my sides so hard her nails are cutting into my skin.
“Yeah.” I press deeper into her. “I don’t think you hate me more than I hate you,” I hiss at her. “I hate you to the depth of my soul.”
“I hate that I loved you for as long as I did.” The pain of her words makes my head feel like it’s exploded. “I hate I loved you at all,” she repeats the words in a whisper. “I will always hate you.”
“Good. So you’ll still hate me after tonight.”
“I’ll hate you for the rest of my life.” That is the last thing she says before I cover the gasp that comes out of her mouth with mine. Her legs wrap around my hips as she pushes herself into me. It’s my turn to moan as her hands move to the waist of my jeans. Her hands are frantic on the button while my hand moves from her ass around to her hip, moving her thong to the side, the smoothness of her like satin under my fingertips. I let go of her mouth so I can open my eyes and watch her face. Her eyes flutter open, and our pants drown out the sound of crickets. Our eyes look at each other as I slide my fingers into her. Her wetness and heat make me almost come in my fucking pants. Her eyes flutter closed as she puts her leg down and opens them even more.