Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
"You're rushing, Celine."
Oh, he wants to take his time.
But taking his time means I have time to think, and I don't want to do that. I want harsh and mindless fucking. I want Dornan to be okay with treating me like Eddie used to so I can get off and then get on with my life. Anything else will seep into my bones and make me feel, and I can't cope with that. I don't have the strength not to crack open and weep.
"I'm ready, Dornan. I don't need warming up. Just give it to me."
"Jesus…" His eyes roam my face as though he can't quite get to grips with this really happening between us.
I fumble with his jeans, my fingers feeling as coordinated as sausages. He finds a condom in his pocket, and I don't object. More talk at this moment only has the potential to destroy it.
When I've succeeded in wrapping my fingers around his cock, I groan in satisfaction. Dornan's big, and his cock matches in every perfect way. He’s thick and long and my fingertips don't meet as I give it three testing strokes.
"Fuck…" He grits his teeth like he's raging, not enjoying himself. Then his hands become frenzied, shoving down my panties until there's nothing between us. I tug his hips, urging him forward as he sucks each of my nipples into hardened points. His cock is so broad that I have to drop my legs wide to accommodate just the tip, and when he pushes inside me an inch, he groans with deep satisfaction.
This is what I need. To be filled to the brim. To be owned by greedy hands and an even greedier mouth. To forget everything that came before.
"Celine." Dornan groans into my neck. His hips grind into me, deep and then deeper. I cling to his broad shoulders, breathing in his scent and tasting his salty skin.
"Dornan." His name on my tongue tastes strange because we're friends, not lovers. But now we're something in between.
He pushes me up the bed, the power in his thrusts knocking the breath from my lungs. He fucks like he plays ball, with dedicated precision and the power of two men, staring down at me like he realized he's lost in the wilderness and needs to find a way out.
I feel the same way.
"Please," I whisper as my neck arches and my whole body draws tight. "Please."
Dornan grunts as he gives me everything he has, and I come and come and come, shattered, and spent, seeing stars in the pulsing blackness behind my eyelids.
He releases with an almighty groan that will probably wake my neighbors, but I don't care. He's glorious. Disheveled and beautiful. Like an angel dropped to earth only to be corrupted by me.
I touch his face, and his skin is burning. He turns his face into my palm and kisses the center, and it's tender and sweet, just like his smile.
"That was…"
"It was," I agree. Perfect. Ecstatic. Glorious. So many words to describe what Dornan just did to me.
But now it's over, and we need to disengage. It's time to go back to the way we were before.
Friends.
Friends who do each other favors.
Friends who've seen each other naked.
Friends who've been joined in the most intimate of ways.
We can do that, can't we?
6
TRAVIS
When Celine's message pops up on my phone screen, I frown. It's been three days since the weird night at Molly's motel, and I was sure she'd forgotten about our strange agreement.
Hey Travis. Can we hook up later for our 'fake date'?
I place my phone back onto my desk without answering, return to the email I received from a recruiter, and attach my resume. I need to get a job, and messing about with fake dates with a girl immature enough to think that seeking revenge on a cheating ex is a good idea should be the lowest thing on my priority list.
However, as I try to focus on scanning through companies who are currently recruiting for roles I'm qualified for, my eyes keep straying back to the phone and Celine's message.
I agreed to help her out. I could explain it as a moment of weakness by blaming my exhaustion and the pressure of two other men agreeing to the same thing, but that isn't the whole story.
Celine might be doing something crazy, but I get her motivation. When a person you think you can trust cheats on you, a part of you changes forever. The trust you give easily becomes something you place in a cage. The simple act of allowing feelings to develop becomes a road of jagged hot coals and exploding mines.
You want revenge, but nothing can make it any better.
Revenge wastes emotions, but I don't know Celine well enough to tell her to just leave it alone. Looking back at a burned-out relationship won't make her happy. Facing the truth that she trusted wrongly and wasted a load of time on that douchebag, Eddie, isn't something she's ready for.