Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I heard her get out of the vehicle, and I closed my eyes tightly, forcing myself to get control. I was tired. I needed rest. I’d be better after sleep. This had all come out at a bad time, but then I was the one who had asked her for answers.
“If you want me to leave …” Her voice sounded so damn nervous and unsure.
She was used to people abusing her. I hadn’t even asked about the stripping because I no longer gave a shit. I’d learned enough so far, and already, I was planning on a road trip to kill a man.
“No,” I bit out, opening my eyes to turn and look at her.
She was biting her bottom lip, and the defeat in her eyes as she stood there, ready for someone else to let her down, broke me. I stalked toward her, and she backed up, her eyes going wide until she hit the Escalade and couldn’t go any farther. She let that bottom lip go as she gasped.
It was then my mouth claimed hers.
II
“She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.”
—Charles Bukowski
Nineteen
Trinity
Spice, cigar, and mint infiltrated my senses. I’d never understood kissing. It had never made me want to cling to Hayes or press against him. Most of the time, kissing had been quick, comforting, nothing more.
This was not that.
My grip on Huck’s arms was so tight that my nails were biting into his massive biceps. I was squeezing my thighs together because with each thrust of his tongue inside my mouth, I felt my clit pulse and ache. His grip on my hips was almost painful, which only heightened the desire pounding inside my body. This wasn’t comforting. It was demanding, and I was desperate for more of it. Reminding myself that, at any moment, Huck would release me, step back, and leave me standing here alone was hard to accept. I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t chase after him, pleading for more.
His hands moved down to grab my butt, and he groaned against my mouth. I was beginning to think the man did like my butt. I pressed against him and felt his erection. Even beneath his jeans, it was intimidating. The size of it. There was a part of me that didn’t think it would fit inside of me, and then another part of me knew that was never going to happen anyway.
Hayes hadn’t been my first kiss, but I’d only kissed one other guy before him. Jeffrey had been in one of my classes at Howard. We went on two dates, and then he realized how inexperienced I was. We became acquaintances that barely spoke when we passed each other on campus. That was the end of my dating. I’d figured I was too broken to do it correctly.
Kissing Huck was nothing like the others. He made me frantic for more. I wanted to climb up his body and never let go of him.
Then, he broke the kiss. I had known he would, but it was soul-shattering nonetheless. A pathetic whimper slipped out of me, but I couldn’t help it. I was devastated that it had already ended. His hand wrapped around my wrist, and then he began walking, pulling me behind him. He wasn’t leaving me here to stalk off. That was a good thing. Hope stirred in my chest as he led me through the house. His long strides made me have to jog to keep up. It was either that or have my arm pulled out of my socket.
Gage stepped out of the kitchen, and I saw him open his mouth, then close it as we passed by. Huck said nothing but continued. I began to worry that he was taking me to my room to slam the door in my face again. We had been down that path, and I didn’t want to repeat it.
When we reached the door leading to his basement room, he unlocked it, then slung it open with more force than necessary before continuing to pull me behind him. I almost tripped twice on my way down the stairs, but I managed to keep up. He didn’t stop until we were at his bed. His hand released my arm, and I looked up at him.
My breath caught in my chest when I saw the wild gleam in his eyes. He was watching me, and although it was slightly terrifying, it was also exciting. When he yanked his shirt up and over his head, I realized I might have an orgasm from the simple sight of him.
Tattoos decorated his chest. I’d seen them on his arms and assumed he had more, but actually getting a look at the ripped chest, covered in art, was another thing. Holy crap, he was hot. I wanted to touch him. Feel the warm skin under my fingertips.