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 was wrong before. This, this right here might be my very own kryptonite. Her hands unbutton my jeans and then the zipper echoes in the darkness. “This changes nothing,” she declares when she pushes the jeans and the boxers off my hips, my cock springing free. Her hand grips my cock, and I about hiss and come in her hand. I thrust my hips into her hands, feeling her softness on me.
“This changes nothing,” I repeat the words with tightness in my stomach, moving her skirt up to her waist and then sliding my fingers out of her. “It might make me hate you more,” I admit to her, picking her leg up and throwing it over my arm. “Or at least I fucking hope it will,” I growl right before I bend my knees and slam into her.
Chapter Eight
EVERLEIGH
“This changes nothing,” he repeats my words. My skirt moves up my leg as he slides his fingers out of me. I want to grab his wrist and pull him back, but my hands are busy pushing his jeans over his hips. My head is yelling this is a bad idea. My heart is telling me we might not be able to survive this. But my body, my body feels like it’s been awakened from a deep sleep and is finally able to feel. “It might make me hate you more,” he growls. I want his words not to hurt me, but I’ve learned over the years that you sometimes don’t always get what you want. “Or at least I fucking hope it will.”
I’m about to tell him I’ll hate him just as much, but all words are lost when I feel him slam into me. My back pushes deeper into the bark of the tree. “Fuck,” he hisses as he stays rooted inside me for a minute. My hands go to his bare arms and roam up while he takes his hand at my hip and moves it up, pulling my T-shirt up. His fingertips feel like they’re waking up every single cell in my body. He pulls down the cup of my lace bra and bends his head to bite my nipple, making me arch my back. I want to moan his name, but instead, I stay silent. “I fucking hate you.” He pulls out and then slams into me, filling me.
“I hate you more,” I pant out. “I hate you so fucking much more.” I have to close my eyes so I don’t watch him bend and suck my nipple into his mouth before biting it again. “I fucking hate you more,” I declare as he ravishes me. Over and over again, he pulls out and slams into me. He moves his head up so his forehead touches mine, and I move my face to the side so I don’t have to look at him. He could be another faceless man to me, except my body knows him. My body comes alive with him like it’s been the missing piece to make me whole. He buries his face in my neck at the same time I feel myself coming on his cock. He picks up his speed, and it feels like he’s going to fuck me in half. His cock is thicker than my body remembers, his thrusts slamming over and over again, grunting each time his cock is buried all the way. I can’t catch my breath when one orgasm rolls into another one before he bites my neck, plants himself to the root, and moans out his own release.
My eyes close even tighter as I try to steady my breathing, but his chest collapses on me. The bite of the bark sears into my back, and I’m sure it’s cut me at this point. But I don’t really care. His heat warms me like a cozy blanket after a bitter, cold day. I inhale deeply, and he finally dislodges his face from my neck.
Neither of us says anything when he pulls out of me. His arm moves, and my foot drops to the ground. My skirt slips down, and I right my bra, pulling down my T-shirt while watching him tuck himself in and then zip his pants up. He looks up at me as he buttons his jeans, but I’m not going to give him the time of day. Instead of saying anything to him, I move past him and away from him. I have to get away from him before I cave and ask him why he did what he did to us.
Why he chose everyone else before he chose us. Why? That is the only thing I want to know. Why? But instead, I walk away from him. Or better yet, I run away from him. My body aches for his heat. My mind replays every single second we were together. My fingers come up to touch my lips that are still tingling from his touch. No one has ever had this effect on me but Brock. No one has ever had me like he has. No one will ever have me again because I’m not giving myself to anyone like I gave myself to him.