Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
He cares more about her well-being than fighting with me. I’d have some major issues with him if he didn’t put her first, and if Hailey fell for this guy—like actually, truthfully fell—then I already know he’s more good than bad.
I just always imagined Carter would be the threat to my relationship with Hailey. Then he popped in less and less over the years, and our wandering forger felt more like her fantasy than a serious reality.
This, with Jake, is real.
It’s stirring new feelings in me. Fears I didn’t think I’d encounter. I’d rather be on an acid trip than tripping over insecurities.
“Hey. Olly.” Hailey clutches my cheeks with two palms, questions in her gaze about where I’m drifting to, apologies, but she has nothing to be sorry about.
Anything can happen.
I like a focus. A goal.
Tonight, I want to ensure she sleeps more than three hours. “Hailstorm,” I whisper sensually against the pit of her ear, then I lift her in my arms. Carrying her to the bed with her legs wrapped around my waist, I nip her bottom lip, then kiss her with a famished hunger. Loving her cold metal piercings against my mouth. Her arms swoop around my shoulders, and her kisses are passionate, deep, familiar.
She warms my blood in ways no one else ever has. There’s quiet comfort in being with Hailey that I can’t get when I fuck other girls. There always has been, and for me, it’s why I’ve kept returning to her again and again.
It’s not long before we’re under the silk sheets and heavy comforter. Not long before I’ve ripped off her mesh top and she’s slid off her cargo pants. Not long before she’s drawn my black shirt over my head. Not long before we’re buzzing, sweaty naked messes of skin and muscle and too much heart.
My heart bleeds all over Hailey. She’s the only one who’s ever had all of me, the real me, in my entirety.
Her gasps of pleasure sound thunderous in my ears as I keep her tucked close to my chest. She’s hiked her slender leg over my waist, facing me on her side. My fingers build friction inside her swollen pussy. My thumb teases her clit. I watch her breath shorten and shorten like she’s fighting for each intake of oxygen, and I don’t slow my raid inside her.
Hailey tries to squeeze my erection, tries to consume my arousal as a groan scratches out of my throat, but I love the game we play where I get her so completely lost in the moment that she forgets to make me come.
She’s about there when the bathroom door opens. I don’t stop. Hailey can’t see Jake in the doorway. He grips a white towel low at his waist, water still dripping down his carved jawline, his eyes darting to the dresser, where I’m guessing his clothes lie.
Her back is to him, her face buried against my chest. She’s clinging on to me while I finger-bang her under the sheets. I watch Jake consider making the trek to the dresser until Hailey releases a whimpering, gasping moan, and his attention falls back to me.
He’s more interested in what I’m doing to her. Which I get, seeing as how I watched her blow him with a similar caution and intrigue.
Heat expels off her trembling body. The two of us, slick with sweat. She’s let go of my hard cock. She’s clawing at my flexed abs. I can’t tear my focused eyes off Jake. Not while Hailey cries out like the intensity, the unrelenting speed and pumping inside her, is blissful pain—and normally I’d cage her noises.
We’re very efficient at sneaking around, after all.
But something in me wants Jake to see me summoning her climax. To show him what I can do to her, to show him that I’m necessary. He locks in on my challenging gaze, not backing down or shying away.
My muscles pull taut with each intense second he’s fixed on me. I breathe through my nose, my jaw grinding down, blood pooling in my cock. I want to break through his stoicism.
Another goal.
I need to finish this one. Hailey’s cries sputter into sharp breaths, and while I stare at Jake, I whisper to her, “Come for me.” Her hips arch into my hand, and I feel her pulsate around my fingers, then I rub her clit. She spasms violently into my chest, and I hold her tight while I overwork the sensitivity.
Her orgasm is like an exploding battery. It drains her. She has nothing left when she comes undone.
Jake has held strong on my gaze. My body is burning. Her high-pitched cries become soft aching whimpers. Her limbs go slack, and I tell her, “Good girl.”
His jaw tics. She liked it when he said it, and he should know by now, I’m a trained imitator.