Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“I deserved it.” He kisses my lips tenderly, and I can’t help but think that he didn’t deserve it. I just didn’t know any better.
“And the hand?” I ask when he pulls back. “Your sleeve used to end at your wrist, until last fall.”
“I thought you were fucking Bridger.” It’s said so simply, I have to pause and take in the words.
“You got your hand inked up because you thought I was fucking someone else?”
“Yes.” His blue eyes don’t leave mine. He doesn’t look away or flinch or waver. I swallow hard.
“Holden, let me get this straight. For the past eight years, you’ve purposefully inflicted pain on yourself because of me?”
“No.” His hand rests on my throat, so gently that that alone brings tears to my eyes. “I did it as a punishment for what I put you through and as a way to dull all the other horrible shit in my life.”
“Your father.”
He narrows his eyes. “He was a huge part of it, yeah.”
“God, I feel so guilty.” I move into him, wrapping myself around him in a tight hug. I can’t get close enough to him.
“Shh, baby. No, don’t feel guilty. It was all my own doing.”
I shake my head and pull back to look up at him. “I flirted with you like crazy at that farmer’s market. I basically made you take my phone number.”
“Are you under the impression that I don’t know how to say no when I’m not interested in a woman?” His eyebrow lifts, but it doesn’t make me feel better. “Millie, I knew going into it that my father would be pissed. We both did, but we did it anyway. And I wouldn’t change it. Well, I would change how it ended and what he did. But I can’t.”
“I’m so sorry.” I take his face in my hands, desperate to make him see how much regret I have. “That you went through all of that. I’m so sorry, Holden.”
“Baby girl.” He kisses me and then simply pulls me against him, his hand covering the back of my head as he hugs me close. “Please don’t. I’m okay. I’m here with you, and that’s all I ever wanted.”
“I want to kill him,” I admit into his neck as I shudder with pure rage. “Over and over again. He should have to suffer, for what he did to your sisters, to you, to us. Jesus, I’m so fucking pissed.”
Holden sighs and kisses my temple so tenderly. “We need to move on, Millie. We can’t stay stuck here.”
“I know. It’s really not healthy.” I plant a kiss on his neck and then his jawline. “I do have a confession, though.”
His eyes narrow. “I’m listening.”
“Although I don’t love the reasoning behind the ink and the piercings, they’re hot as fuck.”
That devastating smile spreads over his lips, and I push him onto his back, covering him with my body.
“Now, enough serious stuff for a minute. I have some time to make up for.”
He doesn’t argue. In fact, he doesn’t say anything at all as I kiss over his shoulder and down his pecs. My hands roam over his washboard stomach and down to the perfect V that makes up his hips.
I may not be experienced, but I’m not a kid, and I’m not shy with Holden.
He’s already hard again, that silver metal winking at me as I take his cock in my hand and press the tip against me, then lower myself onto him.
His hands span my hips, and when I start to raise and lower, he guides me effortlessly.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan, loving the way it feels from this angle. So deep, hitting places that he hasn’t before, and I can’t help but let my head fall back as I ride him.
“You’re a goddamn goddess,” he growls as one hand cups my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. “Look at you. My God, just look at you.”
His words only make me feel sexier, and I move faster and reach down to cover my clit with my fingers, and his eyes go black.
“That’s it, baby girl, fucking touch yourself.”
I clench around him, and he bares his teeth.
“Good girl. Oh, baby.”
I love it when he talks to me when we’re having sex. It makes me hotter. Makes me move harder and faster, and suddenly, he sits up and wraps his arms around me and kisses me as we make love, sitting up in the middle of the bed.
“Go over,” he whispers against my lips. “Come for me, baby girl.”
I couldn’t deny him if I wanted to. This orgasm rolls through me like thunder rumbling lazily in the sky, and Holden’s eyes close as he rests his forehead on mine and follows me into his own climax.
Just when we’ve settled back into bed, and we’re about to fall asleep, my back pressed to his front and his arms wrapped around me, he whispers, “I have a question for you, Rosie.”