Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
And the best part? He fits in. He’s already wormed his way into Grams’ good graces, which is a minor miracle, considering she once ran off a census worker with a shotgun for interrupting Wheel of Fortune.
One night after dinner, Grams grumbles about long days and short nights, then tells us she’s going to bed early to get a little extra sleep.
“She does realize we see right through her. Right?” Cole leans against the counter, arms folded, eyes all lazy mischief.
“No doubt about it.” I laugh at the silly look on his face.
Cole closes the gap between us, his boots scuffing the old linoleum. He crowds me until the backs of my thighs hit the table, and his hands come up to bracket my face. He doesn’t kiss me—not yet. Instead, he looks at me with that focused intensity that says he’s about to ruin me, or save me, or both.
He smiles, slow and wicked, then finally kisses me. It’s soft at first, almost reverent, and then it deepens, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, his hands sliding down to my hips and pulling me closer. I melt, absolutely fucking melt, and when he pulls back, I’m breathless.
“Damn, Montana,” he murmurs, thumb stroking my jaw. “You’re dangerous.”
“Right back at you, Texas,” I say, managing to keep my voice steady. He growls low in his throat, and before I can blink, he’s got his hands under my ass, lifting me like I weigh nothing. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, and my heart does a full leap into my throat.
“Jesus, Cole,” I whisper, fingers tangled in his hair as he kisses the side of my neck, walking me down the hallway like he’s got one single purpose in life. Getting me alone.
He pushes my bedroom door open with his boot like a total caveman and quietly closes it behind us. The next thing I know, I’m tumbling backward onto my bed, pinned under his solid, yummy weight. The mattress dips as he follows me down, his mouth hungrily finding mine, and I can barely breathe for how much I want him.
He yanks my shirt up and over my head like he’s been dying to get his hands on me all day. The second my bra hits the floor, Cole is on me, mouth hungry, hands everywhere, and I swear, if I combust right here and now, he’d still keep kissing me. “You have no idea what you do to me, Montana,” he mutters, lips dragging down my neck, hot and rough.
“Pretty sure I do,” I manage, arching up against him, desperate to get closer. I want all of it.
He fumbles with my jeans, not bothering to be gentle, just gets the button undone and yanks them off, panties and all. “I can’t wait another goddamn second,” he growls, like he’s been holding himself back for years instead of hours.
My hands are just as greedy, going straight for his jeans. I get the zipper down and shove a hand inside, wrapping it around his thick cock. The feel of him in my fist goes straight to my head, and suddenly, I’m desperate, needy, like the only thing keeping me alive is getting him inside me NOW.
Cole’s mouth crashes over mine, all teeth and tongue, his hands pinning my wrists above my head as he grinds against me. I whimper, arching up into him, so fucking desperate I could die if I don’t get what I want.
“God, you’re perfect,” he groans, his voice all rough velvet and heat, “and you’re all fucking mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, probably loud enough to wake up Grams, but I don’t care. “Yours. Please, Cole—I need it.”
He growls and yanks my thighs apart, lining up his cock at my slick entrance. There’s no teasing; he just pushes inside me in one deep, brain-melting stroke, and holy fucking hell, I see stars. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. Cole’s mouth crashes over mine, and he swallows the sound before I wake up Grams. His hips slam into mine, deep and rough, and the stretch is so intense my toes curl while my body arches up to meet him.
The only thing I can do is hang on for the wild ride. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I wrap my legs around his waist, desperate to keep him exactly where he belongs. Cole groans, low and filthy, and bites down on my neck hard enough that I’m sure I’ll have marks in the morning. Good. I want to wear his mark everywhere.
He pounds into me, each thrust harder than the last, and my brain goes totally offline. All I know is Cole. The pressure builds fast, electric and wild, until I’m right on the edge, seconds away from detonating. I explode around him, all senses gone, my body tensing so hard I think I might actually black out. God, I’ve never felt anything like this. Every nerve lights up, and all I can do is cling to Cole as he fucks me, hard and desperate, like he’s trying to fuse us together for good.