Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“I like you being all mine,” I whisper into his mouth as I let go of his hands and grab ahold of the bedpost, then I fuck him.
Hard.
Up and down I ride him as he lets me use his cock, and I do as I whimper because he’s so fucking big I’ve got him hitting that spot and I’m gonna lose it, just fucking go over, but I don’t want it to end.
“Jesus Christ, Courtney.” His body heat burning me as I dig my nails into his chest and rub my clit hard on him.
I can’t breathe anymore, and I’m gonna come.
He’s hijacked my heart, and I can’t stop myself, it just feels too good.
“Marshall, I lo…” My eyes dart open as his eyes lock with mine.
“Say it, Courtney,” Suddenly I’m not in control anymore, everything is spiraling, building.
“I…I…” Closing my eyes, I feel hands roughly on my hips jerking me back and forth on him, my swollen nub already sensitive is starting to pulse.
“Tell me…” His voice a hiss, and I want to, but it’s like it’s stuck in my throat. Instead, I arch back and come. exploding into a million pieces as I scream his name.
Ammo holds me, his own breathing and body tight.
“Open your eyes,” he growls, and my eyes dart open. “I love you. You’re fucking mine.” His gravelly voice is almost hoarse as he grabs my hips and I freeze, my heart is racing as I feel him climax, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
Time stops as I breathe in and out trying to catch my breath, and somehow force my mind to work.
Marshall just told me he loved me.
Me.
Warm lips take mine since I guess I collapsed on him, as he whispers that I’m his and that he’ll never let me go.
Trust.
Can I trust him? He’s a rock star, can he really be faithful to me? I know first-hand what goes on, the groupies…fuck, even your friends turn out to be vipers.
Suddenly I understand what he was saying earlier. I thought trusting him with my body was enough, that’s nothing and he knows it.
This is what he wants…he wants me to be able to trust him with all of me. To know that he’s mine and I’m his.
Can I do that?
Give him my heart and soul, open myself up in a way I never have before, and accept that shit happens, and a lot of it is sometimes not good?
He’s able to put himself out there, can I?
I close my eyes, letting myself have him. Have this moment, because what if he changes his mind?
Jesus, Courtney, are you really this damaged?
“I’ve been hurt before, Marshall.” Voicing my truths rather than pouring them out in a song, he stops kissing me as he cocks his head to look at me. Jesus, my heart is beating so hard and loud, he must hear it.
“You’ve got to trust sometime.” His thumb caresses my cheek, his voice strong and confident. And I make my decision because he’s right. I take the plunge and turn my brain off, and follow my heart, it’s really just that simple.
I’m in love with Ammo.
I’ve loved him from the first second my eyes locked with his. I lick my lips and open my mouth, only to scream at the loud knock on his bedroom door.
“Mr. Adams? We have a situation downstairs,” the deep voice bellows in.
“You’re fucking kidding me?” Ammo bellows, and I almost burst into tears as he lifts me up and moves off the bed and jerks his jeans on.
“Wait, Ammo…” I need to tell him I love him…is that a fucking helicopter?
“Get dressed,” he yells because it’s so close it feels like the floor is shaking. I watch with wide eyes as he grabs his black t-shirt off his chair and hands it to me.
“But…” I plead as I pull his shirt on, and leap out of the bed to look out his glass window. Ammo’s fresh clean scent wraps around me. I’m trying really hard not to sound dramatic, but I was ready. What if I never work up the courage again to tell him how I feel?
That’s ridiculous, and it doesn’t matter because shit is going down as I move over to grab my phone off Ammo’s dresser as he throws open the door, walking past the bodyguard.
I look down at my phone as I see texts and news alerts. Apparently, the paparazzi are going crazy with Ammo and me.
“Jesus, we’re everywhere.” I scroll through picture after picture of us at the after parties. #Marshey is no joke.
I start to run down the stairs to see Ammo shirtless walking over to Nuke, also shirtless yelling at the bodyguard, then flipping off the helicopter.
Thank God Ammo has a giant gate blocking the paparazzi. This is insane, wait, is that photographer actually being so bold that he’s standing on the roof of the neighbor’s SUV? Yeah, that’s not good.