Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Summer springs from the chair and throws her arms around me. “You came. I thought you hated me.”
“Hated you? I was angry, sunshine, but it wasn't really at you. I should've been there when you called, not Devil.”
“He really did save me,” she whispers. “And it's okay. I know I've been stupid, and you just kissed me to make Dad mad. I—”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“At the funeral. I get it. You used me to make Dad angry, and you probably feel a little protective because of everything, but—”
“I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Summer, I could've made your father angry in a hundred different ways. I kissed you because I fucking wanted to kiss you. Because I got one taste of your lips before my life turned into a fast slide into hell and I've spent the last six years wondering if you were really as sweet as I remembered, or if it was just my dumb teenage brain.”
Her mouth drops open and I can't fucking resist. I lean in and kiss her, this time savoring the way her lips part and her tongue slides against mine. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer and moaning softly into my mouth. I love her wide-eyed innocence, but I think I'm going to love this new Summer even more.
“Fuck,” I growl, breaking the kiss and resting my forehead against hers. “We don't have time for this. I need to get you out of here.”
She nods, but neither of us move. My cock is a steel bar, straining against my jeans, and I'm pretty sure she can feel it pressed against her belly. I want to strip her naked, throw her down on that girly fucking bed and bury myself balls deep in her tight pussy. My hands slide down and work at the tie on her robe.
“We should go…”
Summer nods, cheeks flushed. “Yeah, we really should…”
But neither of us moves. Instead, I untie the belt and push the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She's wearing a tiny pair of panties and a matching bra, and I groan at the sight of her full breasts straining against the lace cups.
“God damn, you're beautiful.”
15
SUMMER
I was worried that after everything that's happened, being with Crash would be awkward, but kissing him is as natural as breathing. His fingers brush my cheek, then trail down my neck and chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My brain screams that we need to go. That we're still too messed up about everything to do this. That I don't know how my feelings about Devil, and maybe even Preacher, will complicate things.
But this feels like the perfect way of burning down the wreck that is my life and starting over. I tried doing what was expected of me and it just made this worse, so it's time to do what I want for a change.
“Tell me to fucking stop,” he growls. The man who was my first tiny taste of what free was supposed to be like even if I wasn't brave enough to follow his path.
I put my hands on his muscular chest, feeling the quick beat of his heart under his t-shirt. His heart's racing just like mine. “If we… It doesn't mean I'm yours.”
His mouth twists in a wicked smile. “Keep telling yourself that for now if it makes you happy, but you're ours, sunshine. All three of us.”
“Three?” I squeak.
“You didn't think I was going to make you choose, did you?”
My body responds to his words, heat flooding through me and making my nipples ache. “I don't know what I thought. Just don't hurt me,” I whisper. “I don't think I could handle it.”
With his big hands at my waist, he lifts me right off my feet and carries me to my bed. It creaks in protest under his weight. He laughs softly into the crook of my neck. “I tried not to give a fuck, but I'm done with that. Of course I'm not going to fucking hurt you, but Summer? I'm done walking away. You were fourteen when I left the first time. I can't blame you for that, and your Daddy's kept you locked up in this fancy fucking tower so I get that you aren't as experienced as you should be, but you're a woman now, baby. You can't keep hiding and letting other people run your fucking life.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Says the bossy biker.”
Crash's hazel eyes spark and he lets out a deep, rumbling laugh. “Fair point, but baby, I'll never lock the fucking door.” His hand slides against my cheek, then down to my throat and I gasp into his mouth as he holds it for a moment before continuing to my bra. “And I think you might like bossy. Take this off.”