Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
His head comes even closer to me. “Not as much as I hate you,” he retorts, the both of us pant, and I don’t know who does it first. I don’t think either of us is ready for what is to come. I know I’m not.
Chapter Nine
Charlie
I hold her wrists in my hands by her head. As she tells me she hates me, my heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest. I know I shouldn’t be here. I knew the minute I got up from my couch, after finishing half a bottle of whiskey, I shouldn’t be here. I was on my way to the crash site. But instead, I looked up, and I was here, seeing her on her swing. And for the first time ever, she met me head-on for the fight. I watch her, my eyes staring into hers. “Not as much as I hate you.” I feel like I’ve just been in a horse race. Both of us look like we are ready to go to war but with each other. I don’t know who moves first; I don’t know what the fuck is happening before my lips are on hers. My tongue tastes the whiskey on her lips as I kiss her with the hatred I have for her, and she kisses me with the hatred she has for me. My hands let go of her wrists as they move up to place my palms on hers. As our fingers link together, she grips my hand as the kiss deepens, and we both fight with each other. She loosens her hold on my fingers, and I do the same as she untangles her fingers from mine and lets go of my hand, and I do the same. One hand wraps around her head, the other around her waist. While her hand goes to my head, her fingers grip my hair, not letting me move. Before she moves her hands down, she wraps one hand around the back of my neck while the other wraps around my shoulder. Her back arches in my arms, and her tits press deeper into my chest.
My hand moves down to her ass, grabbing a handful and pushing and squeezing it. She moans into my mouth as I move her away from the door. My heart tells me this is the most fucked-up thing I’ve ever done in my life, while my head tells me this is what I need. There’s the war raging in my head as I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my hips. I pull open the door as I try to kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. It’s hard, it’s wet, it’s heated. It’s everything you think two people who hate each other would feel. We move our heads side to side as I walk into her darkened house, the moonlight guiding me where I want to go. The moonlight guiding me to a place I shouldn’t be going.
I walk into her bedroom, which I’ve been in a couple of times over the years when I had to help her move things. Never, never more. “Fuck,” I swear, letting go of her mouth to trail my lips to her neck, where I suck in deep. She arches her back and unwraps her legs from my hips.
“Fuck is right,” she hisses out before she gets on her tippy-toes and bites my jaw, making it shoot right down to my dick that has never, ever been this hard before. Our mouths attack each other again, but this time it’s not just our mouths. Her hands go to the bottom of my shirt, and she bunches it up as my hand goes to her little white tank top, pulling the little spaghetti strap down her arm and then covering her breast with my hand as I roll the nipple between my finger and thumb. She lets go of my mouth to moan, giving me a chance to bend and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her hands are frantic, trying to get under my shirt. She pulls it up and over my head, my mouth letting her nipple go as she pulls it off.
Not a word is spoken between the two of us. The only sound coming out of us is heavy breathing. I kiss her again and again as my hands go to her hips and slide into her shorts. I pull them and her lace panties over her hips, and they fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. She’s standing in front of me naked as her hands go to the button of my pants. My eyes watch every single move as the sound of the zipper being pulled down echoes in the room.
I don’t think I take a breath as she moves the flaps of my jeans, and her hand slides into my boxers as she grips my cock in her hand. My mouth hovers over her as she moves her hand up and down, my hand slides down her stomach, touching her neatly trimmed triangle as my hand slips through her slit, and I slide a finger into her. She sighs out a deep breath as I slip another finger into her. She bites my lower lip before she moves to my neck, sucking in deep. My eyes close as she moves her mouth to my nipple, sucking it into her mouth before biting right next to it. I hiss out as she moves away from me and drops to her knees. I should stop this. I should move out of her touch. I should do a whole bunch of things. But I don’t do any of them.