Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He rubs his finger over my clit, erasing each bad memory of tonight with simple strokes. I allow myself to forget and drown in all things Jordy. Before long, I’m whimpering as my climax takes over. He wastes no time peeling my panties off me. His massive body prowls over mine and he settles himself between my parted thighs. He reaches down to unbuckle his jeans and then pulls his dick out. We both groan when he presses against my pussy. His body slides easily into mine, claiming me. I latch my fingers into his hair, pulling him down to me for a kiss.
It’s reckless allowing him to fuck me with Kayden nearby and asleep, but after what went down with Wes, I don’t care. I need my man. I need Jordy. He fucks me hard and fast, knowing like I do that our time is limited. His hand slides between us and he rolls my clit around between his thumb and finger. I lose all sense of reality.
I beg and beg and beg.
I need him so much.
He answers my needy pleas with a nip to my throat and a growl as he floods my body with his release. I whimper out his name, thankful to have him in my arms. We remain locked for a few moments.
“Want to talk about it?”
“I just want to stay with you forever.”
“I know, Roux. I fucking know. Fuck.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too,” he murmurs as he pulls out. “Stay a little while with me. It’ll be okay.”
He hands me his shirt to clean up with and then helps me put my panties back on. Once he’s cleaned up and his jeans are back in place, he pulls me to him.
“Let me hold you, baby. You’re shaking.”
I cling to him, biting back tears. “I’m scared.”
“Me too.”
We remain locked in our lovers’ embrace until his breathing evens out. I watch him sleep until I feel like it’s too dangerous to stay in his tent any longer. With a sad sigh, I untangle myself from him and crawl away from him. Quietly, I unzip his tent and slip out.
I smooth out my hair and straighten my dress, my eyes skimming the campfire area. I press my fingers to my chest, sucking in a steadying breath. Kayden isn’t in his seat. A cold sense of dread washes over me. Slowly, I turn around. Kayden is leaned against a tree, watching me as he takes a drag of his cigarette.
“Have fun in there?” His tone is deadly.
“It’s not what you think,” I breathe. “We were just talking.”
He tosses his cigarette and stomps on it. “Talking.” He shakes his head. “Now that I am watching you lie to my fucking face, it’s easy to see that our entire fucking relationship was a lie.”
“Kayden,” I plead, stepping closer to him. “It wasn’t a lie.”
His eyes turn hard. “Walk with me.”
Fear has my feet planted firmly in place.
“Roux, so help me, I said let’s take a goddamn walk.”
“Kayden, I’m scared.”
Someone strong grabs me from behind, slapping a palm over my mouth.
“You should be, little girl. You should be pissing your cum-soaked panties right now.”
Renaldo.
Oh God.
“Time to go,” he growls.
I scream and kick to no avail.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Oh my fucking God.
Jordy
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
I wake in the dark, confused by my surroundings at first. Fumbling around, I manage to find my phone under the shirt that’s still wet from my cum. Loss hollows me out. I hate that she had to leave me. Squinting, I read the texts I missed, hoping they’re from Roux.
Renaldo: Wake up, bitch.
Renaldo: We have your cheating whore.
Renaldo: Meet me at the shop.
No.
Fucking no!
I yank another shirt out of my bag, throw on my shoes, and grab my keys within seconds before tearing out of the tent.
“Roan!” I bellow, scaring some people who’d passed out by the fire. “Hollis!”
They rush out of the cabin, both of them in their boxers, eyes wild with alarm.
“They fucking took her,” I choke out. “They fucking took her.”
Roan’s expression falls from worry to dread as he understands my meaning. He launches himself back into the cabin, Hollis on his heels. Terrence jolts awake from his chair on the porch.
“What’s happening?” he grumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
“It’s going down,” I rasp out, trembling with a mixture of anger and terror.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Cal, bro, we gotta go! Cal!”
Cal stumbles out of a tent looking like hell. His hands are bloody and his hair is sticking up. He sobers up quickly when he realizes we’re flipping our shit and snags his shoes before rushing over to me.
Hollis bolts from the cabin, fully dressed, and runs to his car. He peels out, not even taking time to look back at us. Roan flies out, a baseball bat in his hand.
Terrence shakes his head and plucks it from his grip. “I’ll take that.”