Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
He drops one of my legs and leans forward, using his unoccupied hand to grip my jaw. “You feel so good.” He rocks into me, slower now.
Wordlessly, I peel his hand off my thigh and guide him to where I need him. He doesn’t need further instruction, his expert fingers immediately finding my clit. One of my legs is bent, my foot flat against the mattress as the other leg dangles off the edge of the bed as he fucks me and rubs me at the same time. Oh God, that’s it. My fingers dig into his back, toes curling, as everything comes to a boil.
“I’m coming,” I say, sounding as surprised as I feel. I wasn’t sure it was possible for me this way.
“Fuck.” He groans. “I can feel it.” His movements become more frantic. My nails claw their way down his back on a moan as I start to break apart, and then he’s kissing me hard, his tongue sweeping in to fuck my mouth as he holds my jaw. Hands, mouth, and cock all work in tandem, overloading my senses, and then I’m falling over the edge. Sparks light up the back of my eyes as Holden swallows my cries, burying himself inside me as deep as he can go.
He pulls his mouth from mine, his forehead creasing as he looks down at me with lust-glazed eyes. The veins in his neck are on display, his hair damp and hanging in his eyes as he fucks me, watching me tremble and shatter beneath him until my body goes limp. His eyes fall shut and then I feel him spill inside me.
I let my hands fall away from his back and flop down against the mattress as we both fight to catch our breath. Holden doesn’t make a move to pull out, his hips still pressed firmly against me. I close my eyes, waiting for his next move, but then I feel the soft stroke of his thumb along the side of my jaw. I blink up at him, our eyes locking, unable to look away. My chest is still rising and falling as I try to regain my composure. Holden stares down at me with an unreadable expression. He almost seems…angry. Maybe even confused.
That makes two of us.
I open my mouth to say something—anything—when the room is suddenly bathed in bright light.
Holden
Valen’s eyes search mine, looking as confused as I feel. Her pretty mouth opens to break the silence, but it’s this very moment that the power kicks back on, the hum of appliances coming to life, filling the silence, and breaking our trance. Her eyes squeeze shut against the bright light, turning her face to the side so quickly that we nearly knock heads.
“Shit,” I say, pulling out of the warmest, wettest fucking heaven I’ve ever felt. She brings her knees together as I pull the condom off my still-hard cock with a wince and tie the end. Taking mercy on her, I slide the dimmer on the light switch down to a more bearable level of brightness.
“Finally,” Valen says, sitting up quickly to search for her clothes. Her cheeks turn pink, probably realizing that they’re downstairs…and on the stairs. I stand in front of her, not bothering to cover myself up, my t-shirt dangling from my outstretched hand in offering. Her gaze lands on my dick before her eyes dart away, and I feel my lips tug into a smirk at her sudden bout of shyness.
“Thanks,” she says, plucking the shirt out from my grasp and pulling it over her head. “I should check my phone. See if I can get a hold of Shayne.” She’s out the door in the next second.
Walking back to my room, I pull on a fresh pair of boxers before heading for the thermostat in the hallway. I crank the heat up extra high to take the chill out of the house then snatch my sweats off Valen’s floor before meeting her downstairs.
“Anything?” I ask. She’s standing at the counter with her phone plugged in, her eyes fixed on the screen with a frown marring her features. Her hair is still wild, her neck still wearing a faint red mark from my hand. I usually find myself feeling distant and detached after sex. Instead, I immediately want to take her back upstairs. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Nothing.”
She tenses when I walk up behind her, tossing my sweats over the back of one of the barstools before bracing my hands on the edge of the counter in front of her, trapping her in my arms.
“I’ll go find service in the morning.”
She spins around in my arms to face me, her chin tipped to meet my eyes. I back up, leaning against the stove, waiting for her to say whatever’s on her mind. Her eyes trail down my chest, stopping at the tattoo on my thigh.