Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
“Fuuuuck.”
She was yanking at my hair, grinding down on me at the same time.
She jerked against me, coming in my mouth. I swept it up, lapping at her, and continued tasting until her body stopped trembling. Her hands slid from my hair. I gazed up, feeling half drunk. She gave me a half-grin. She was damn near purring. Satisfied.
She whispered, “You’re really good at that.”
“Hmmm. Am I?” I crawled up over her, dipping down to meet her mouth with mine.
She would taste herself.
With her eyes closed, she tipped her head up to meet mine, her hands softly holding onto the side of my jaw. Yes. I loved the soft kiss of her lips, which was what she was giving me now. A tender little bite. A tease. She moved her mouth over mine.
I pressed against her, needing more pressure against my dick.
She moaned, rocking her hips to meet mine.
I smiled back, my lips grazing hers. A deep groan rumbled from me.
So good. So fucking good.
The pleasure built, like it always did.
I needed to fuck her. I needed to be inside of her, right fucking now.
“Babe.” I swept my tongue inside of her mouth before pulling away to move down her throat, sucking on her neck. Her carotid artery. That was my spot. I tasted it, needing to mark her. I didn’t care how old we were, if we were married, how many kids we had. That mark on her, that was mine, and I hungered for people to see it.
Sam was mine. She belonged to me. I wanted everyone to be reminded.
“Hmmm?” She was replete after her release, but the longer I rubbed against her, the more I tasted her, she began to move underneath me. Her hips were moving, seeking out the beginning of another release.
“I need to fuck you.” Now. Right fucking now.
I pressed hard against her.
My hands began to shake. The need to get inside of her was too much.
I hoped this desire, this lust, never went away for us.
Shoving down my pants, I lined up with her.
I looked up, her eyes collided and held onto mine, and right there. That’s the connection I needed. I hungered to see inside of her at the same time as I was in her. Feeling that link fill me up, I thrust inside of her.
6
MADDY
“Hey,” I whispered. “Come here.”
We were at my grandfather’s wake, and what a joke it was. We couldn’t even see him. Closed casket. Grandpa would have hated that. He was a good guy. I knew he hadn’t made the right decisions in his life. Man oh man, we heard that same old all the time, and hello? Grandma Analise had been a headcase. Those were her words. But they tried to change, and I thought they had. I don’t remember them being assholes. They loved me, still did in my books, and anyone who doted on me was good in my books.
I blinked away tears and shoved aside that stupid ball of emotion that kept trying to wedge its way into my chest.
Well, it was already there. It kept trying to move higher up in my throat to choke me, but nope. No way. I had no intention of letting myself submit to—what? Sadness? My emotions? My stupid grief?
I missed them both, and it sucked they were gone, but I’d see them again. They weren’t gone gone, and I mean, hell, if you believed in the afterlife, they were still around. That weirded me out, because I didn’t think either of them would be okay with what I wanted to do, but I also kinda didn’t care. If they were around and disapproving, they couldn’t tattle on me.
“Sorry, Gram, Gramps,” I said. It didn’t hurt to cover my bases.
I had this buzzing inside of me. It was in my blood. I knew I should be the good and dutiful daughter and sit by Mom’s side, maybe hold her hand. I’m sure she’d want me to help watch the kiddos, but I wasn’t doing that.
Max followed me. I led the way to the back of the building, exiting out to the lot behind it. It was more of an alley. There was minimal light. but it was enough to see the two guys waiting by the Ferrari.
“Oh. Whoa. Wait.” Max stopped me, touching my wrist. He went rigid, glaring at the guys before turning me around to face him. “What the fuck, Mads?” he hissed under his breath. “Do you know those guys?”
Beltraine Moreaux and Axel Johannson. Yeah, I knew them. They were seniors at my school, and they were the gatekeepers for mostly all the sorts of fun I wanted to do. Tonight, included. “Yeah. Duh. They’re why we’re here.”
“Little Kade.” Beltraine spoke up, lifting his chin.
“A second.” I held up two fingers, glancing over my shoulder.