Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
I roll off the bed, tugging my earbuds out, taking quick, heavy steps toward the door. When I pull it open, Tiernan is there, with bloodshot eyes and an angry scowl.
“Let me in.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Good observation. Let me in.”
I step aside, and he comes in, taking one look at Ollie, who says, “I know, I know. Leave.” He grabs his backpack and pizza.
“You don’t have to go. This is your room. We can go,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.
“I’d rather you stay here so I know where you are.” Ollie gives Tiernan a determined look, and I have to say, he’s a brave little fucker.
Ollie slips out of the door, closing it behind him. The second he’s gone, I turn to Tiernan just in time for his lips to be seared to mine.
The kiss is hard and angry, punishing, but hungry too. He pushes me against the table, my arms immediately going around him, and I kiss him back, savoring this feeling of completion again.
I taste alcohol on his tongue, and it’s the one thing that makes me pull back when all I want to do is give myself to him. “You’re drunk,” I say again.
“Fuck you for not getting out of my head.”
My heart breaks into a million slivers, so fine that it would only take one breath for them to blow away. “I didn’t know I would feel this way about you. I didn’t know I’d be yours. But I fucking fell for you, Tiernan. I gave myself to you, despite who you are. I want you still.”
His mouth comes down hard on mine again, his tongue pushing past my lips, his body against mine, Tiernan rutting against me. He shoves his hand under my shirt, growls into my mouth, each movement so needy, like he can’t get enough of me.
I’ll never get enough of him.
“Has anyone touched you?” His mouth slides down my neck, the sharp pain welcome when he bites me.
“No. Never.” I don’t want anyone else but him.
“I would fucking kill them if they did, and fuck you for that too.” He moves to the other side of my throat, sucking and marking me there too. “Why do I still want you? We went out tonight. I didn’t want anyone else. I couldn’t fucking stop thinking about you.”
The buzzing inside me grows, this powerful surge of possessiveness filling me up when I’ve felt so empty. “That’s because you’re mine.” He bites me again, pinching one of my nipples at the same time. “Ouch. Fuck.”
“I want you.” He pulls back, holding on to my shirt, then taking it with him and tossing it to the floor. “Say it. Tell me you want me too.”
“I want you.” I gasp when his tongue lashes over the nipple he just pinched. “Are you sure…”
“Shut up.” Tiernan turns me around, tugging my sweats and underwear down before I willingly bend over the table for him. I need him inside me as soon as possible, need to feel him, need the reminder of what it’s like to belong somewhere.
I hear the buckle on his jeans. “Lube?”
“Drawer beside my bed.”
I feel it when he walks away from me, like my body senses when Tiernan is close enough to touch and when he’s not.
From the corner of my eye, I see him move, and then he’s back, right behind me. He slides a foot between my legs, kicking them farther apart, before a slick finger is against my hole.
Tiernan doesn’t go slow as he pushes it in, my body melting into the touch, his digits sliding in and out. “Fuck. Another. I need more. You don’t even have to open me up with them first.”
I just need him.
Crave him.
I push my ass back against him, and Tiernan gives me a second finger. There’s no one else I would beg for except him. No one I would ever need with the ferocity that’s overtaking me.
“I hate you,” he says, sounding like me in the beginning, except I hated him for something that wasn’t his fault, something he had no control over. Tiernan has a good reason to feel that way about me now.
“I hate me too,” I reply.
Tiernan’s fingers still, his thrusting stopping, as if he’s thrown by my admission. A moment later his fingers are gone, and I’m so, so, so fucking empty.
“Fuck me. Please.” I don’t have the right to make any demands, but I do it anyway.
The blunt head of his cock presses against my rim. His hips snap forward, my ass stretching to accommodate him. The quick pressure is a shock to my body—a welcome one, but still. His grip on my hips is strong, fingers and dick punishing as Tiernan powerfully fucks me. It’s like he’s trying to pour into it every ounce of himself, of what he’s feeling, speaking to me without words. The table scoots on the floor, but he doesn’t stop, the room filled with the sound of our fucking and breathing, and Christ, those are my favorite sounds.