Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
His place in her life ended when he crossed the line. I just reinforced the boundary on the porch. When he comes to, it'll be in handcuffs. She'll be free, and he'll always be the prick who thought he could take what didn't belong to him.
And she has a whole army ready to stand in front of her if needed. I doubt it will be, though. Men like Donny don't fare well in jail. What lessons they couldn't learn outside get beaten into them inside.
"Kiss me," she whispers.
I groan softly, slanting my lips down on hers. It's meant to be a reassuring kiss, one to ground her in reality. But nothing is ever that simple with Chloe. As soon as my lips touch hers, we're burning up again, as desperate as ever.
"Please," she begs, slipping her hand between our bodies to fumble with my zipper. "Please, Trystan."
I know I should tell her no. We're in her childhood room in her parents' house. My parents are downstairs with them. The cops are on the way. Her prick of an ex-boss is knocked out on the porch. There are a thousand reasons I should tell her no.
But there's only one reason I say yes.
Because she needs me.
I walk her back toward the bed, my hand already under her skirt, already tugging her panties to the side. She falls backward with a moan, sprawled across the purple comforter like a pretty little sacrifice.
I fall to my knees at her feet, lifting one leg over my shoulder. Her wide eyes are locked on mine, her chest rising and falling with every rapid, eager breath.
I touch the tip of my tongue to her clit, earning a soft moan.
"You have to be quiet," I remind her.
She responds by dragging a pillow over her head to stifle her cries. I know damn well we'll probably still be caught, but fuck it. Her dad hasn't killed me yet. If I go out with her taste on my tongue, it'll be worth it.
She'll be worth it.
I use my lips and tongue and everything I've learned about her to bring her right to the brink, eating her like I always do—like a man starved for the taste of her. She moans into the pillow, grinding against my face like the pretty little goddess she is.
Before she can go over, I pull back, dragging my hard cock from my pants. I don't bother taking them off. There's no time for that.
She whimpers in protest…and then groans in approval when I slide on top of her, my weight pushing her deeper into the bed.
"I love you," I whisper, dragging the pillow away from her face so I can see her. I always need to see her, need the reminder that this isn't a dream anymore. It's reality.
As soon as she opens her mouth to respond, I surge forward, burying myself inside her perfect fucking body. Her voice breaks, her back arching from the bed.
We cling to each other as I fuck into her, driving her higher and higher. My lips are all over her, raining kisses and whispering my devotion, telling her everything I get to spend a lifetime saying now.
"Trystan," she moans when she's right there, ready to fall.
"I've got you, princess. I'll always have you." I slip my hand between our bodies, my thumb seeking her clit. The second I find it, she jolts beneath me, another soft whimper leaving her lips.
"Love you, love you," she babbles, coming unraveled beneath me with her eyes locked on mine and the truth reflecting in those bright green pools like twin stars.
The hot clench of her body around me pulls me over the edge with her. I make a mess of both of us in the bed she spent years dreaming about me in. And I don't regret a single second of it.
Not even when her mom raps on the door before we even have a chance to come down, telling us that the police are here.
"We'll be right out," I shout back, and then groan as I pull Chloe up into my arms, sliding out of her.
She whimpers when my dick slips free, a look of loss on her face I like a little too much. I soothe it with a kiss, cupping her cheek.
"You good now, princess?" I ask.
"Yes," she whispers, peeking up at me. And then around the room. A tiny smile curves her lips upward. "Did we really just do that here?"
"Uh, fuck, yeah, we did." I pull her to her feet, straightening her clothes. And then set to work tucking my dick back into my pants. As soon as we're presentable, I drag her back into my arms, holding her tightly. "Your dad is going to kick my ass for it."
"Worth it," she whispers, resting her head against my shoulder.