Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 126580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
He nodded, slowly, intensely. “I want out. My uncle is dying, and when he dies, I’m going to make the business die with him.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am.”
“But Ashton?”
We were in the bedroom by now. He didn’t move to turn the light on, and when we came in here, all the other lights would turn off. They were on motion detectors. His windows were slanted so that no one could see in unless he pushed a special button to let them see, but he never had. We could see out; they couldn’t see in. He took me to the bed and moved so I was standing on it. Then, his hands went to my pants, and he began to undress me, sliding my zipper down. “Ashton is my brother. He’ll either go with me or he won’t, but he’ll still support me. It was an understanding we’ve always had with each other. If one wanted out, the other would be fine with it. Our brotherhood was and is always first.”
He slid my pants down, his hands trailing along with them. My skin was lit from sensations from that touch.
He reached up to pull down my panties. I lifted a foot, then the other. He tossed my pants and underwear aside. His hands ran up my legs, the back of each of them, going to cover my ass. He palmed me and moved me forward, his head tipping back so he could see me from the lights turned on outside. Streetlamps. Other buildings. The moon, what we could see. Even a few ships were out there, but they were background light, letting me see his face fully.
“Do you love me?”
His voice thickened as he asked, and he moved a hand around me. Coming to my stomach. Sliding up, moving my shirt with it as it went until he rested it between my breasts. He leaned in. He moved my bra down, and his mouth covered one of my nipples, his tongue sweeping around. He moved, finding my other breast as he pulled my shirt and bra off, probably tossing them alongside my other clothes.
I was fully naked in front of him, but he tipped his head back once more. His eyes finding mine. “Do you?”
I couldn’t answer, not because I didn’t know or didn’t want to, because as he asked, his hand moved around to cup me. His thumb pressed over my clit, starting to move in a slow and sensual motion, and at the same time, two of his fingers moved up inside of me.
I jerked up from the motion, my breath hitching in my throat.
“Hmmm, Jess?” He grazed the insides of my breasts, moving his head. His jaw rubbed against me, and he was lowering me to the bed, his fingers still moving inside of me. In, holding, and back out with a twist. His thumb continued moving over me, pressing in. So slow. Achingly slow.
“You’ve not answered. Do you love me?” But his fingers pulled out. Both of his hands went to my hips, and he lifted me up. A pillow was brought underneath me. He positioned me so he had complete access to me. Then his mouth dipped in, and I gasped, my hands grabbing onto his head, his hair, as his tongue replaced his fingers.
He feasted on me, and I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.
I was panting and writhing in place as he continued to explore me. He took his time, his very languid and delicious time, until he lifted his head back up. He met my eyes, looking down my body to where I was watching him. He smiled. “Do you love me, Jess?”
I was melting into a pile of sensations, pleasure.
“Yes.” I breathed out my answer, and he gave me a blinding smile before his head moved back.
I couldn’t speak for the rest of the night.
I woke later, much later. The clock said it was six in the morning—6:43, to be exact. Trace’s arm was nestled under my breasts. He was molded up behind me, one of his legs pushed in through mine. His head was burrowed into my neck and shoulders, but that hadn’t woken me up.
What had?
I saw my phone on the stand next to the bed, and the red light was blinking.
I had a message.
Glancing back, not wanting to wake him, I moved gently to disentangle myself. He let me go, but not all the way. His head moved down so it was pressed into my back. His arm wrapped around my waist, and his leg moved higher up between mine.
He could press up a little more, and I’d be waking him up for a whole different need.
But, reaching over, I was able to grab my phone.
After opening it, I keyed in my code and saw the first message.
Bear: Don’t be alarmed. Your mom is stable, but when you get this, you should come down to the hospital. Chelsea overdosed tonight.