Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Can you?” I challenge.
He hisses as he works his hips. “I can. I fucking will. I want you to come too.”
“Keep doing that and I will.”
His mouth presses kisses along my cheek and jaw until he’s breathing on my neck near my ear. It’s hot and turns me on. I dig my heels into his ass and knock his hat off his head so I can run my fingers through his messy hair.
Like he already knows my body better than I do, he works his hips in a way that has me seeing stars quickly. When I start to shudder, an orgasm nearing, he nips at my earlobe.
“If our lives were different and there weren’t stupid fucking laws, I’d pull your wet panties to the side and fuck you raw, Rylie. I’d be the one to take your virginity and earn all your screams of pleasure. You know I would, baby.”
His words are too much. I throw my head back and give in to the orgasm that slices through me. He sucks hard on my neck and growls against my flesh. Each thrust becomes erratic and then his cock throbs between us as he reaches his own climax, soaking through his shorts. I turn to mush in his arms and relax. Lazily, he kisses my neck reverently.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He pulls away, his green eyes glimmering with an emotion I know is mirrored in my own gaze. “I love you too.”
My legs slide down and I stand. His eyes never leave mine as he slides his hand under my T-shirt and touches my pussy over my panties.
“Soaked, heathen. You’re a mess.” His devilish smirk has my knees buckling. He pulls me against him as his grin widens. “You’re going to have to get cleaned up. I’m taking you out, birthday girl.”
I blink at him. “You are?”
“I promised you a tattoo. Unless you’ve chickened out?” He laughs and starts clucking like a chicken.
“No, I didn’t chicken out, asshole.” I give him a playful shove. “I’m getting our last name in a pretty script along my ribs.” I run my finger along the spot.
His gaze darkens as he rakes his gaze over my nipples that are hard and poking through my shirt. “What should I get?”
“You’re really going to get one?”
“Yep. Does it make me stupid if I want the same one?”
Tears prickle at my eyes. “We’re the only Hales left. It’s not stupid, Huds.”
He reaches up and runs a knuckle along my cheekbone, swiping away the rogue tear. “Well, good. Because I was going to get it anyway.” He motions at his shorts. “I need to shower. Give me a half hour and I’ll be ready to go.”
I grab a fistful of his T-shirt and pull him to me. “I could shower with you.”
His nostrils flare and his eyes flicker with desire. It makes me shiver. “I think that’s a very bad idea.”
Frowning, I look away, embarrassed. “Oh.”
He grips my jaw and tilts my head up. His lips press to mine gently. “Not because I don’t want to. I really fucking want to. It’s a bad idea because I’d do that very thing that will get us sent to prison. I’d fuck you, Rylie. I’d fuck you and there would be no turning back.”
I swallow and try to look away, but his gaze is locked with mine. “No one would ever know,” I remind him. “I’d deny it until the day I died. Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you. I don’t trust me.”
“You’d tell on us?”
He releases my jaw and kisses me again. So sweet. “No, I’d just not be able to stop touching you and kissing you and loving you for all to see. There would be no hiding it and that would be very bad for us.”
I infected him, but now he’s sicker than me.
Hudson
The entire drive from Arkansas to Missouri, I promised myself I’d keep my distance. I’d see her but not touch her. All that flew out the damn window the moment I caught her looking so fucking sad on the bed. Alone. On her birthday. Before she flew into my arms, half naked, I knew my pep talk was pointless.
I want Rylie so much it’s making me fucking crazy.
It’s more than wanting what I’m not supposed to have.
It’s just her.
Her scent. Her rare smiles. Her wide pale brown eyes. Her luscious lips. Her sweet voice. Her fucking everything.
For years I was with Amy and most of those I swore I was in love with her. But the buzzing in my veins when I’m with Rylie is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She’s all I can think about. All I care about. What I have for her is more than love. Not only do we have the love and attraction and chemistry between a man and a woman, but we also have the same history and familial experiences added on top. Maybe that’s why incest is frowned upon. A double dose of love. A lethal amount of love. But too much love seems like a good problem to have.