Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
He grabbed the backs of my legs roughly and let his fingernails dig in painfully.
I hissed a curse but didn’t stop. Only every now and then to allow him a breath or two, and then I was fucking his throat once more. Fucking hell, he felt good. He didn’t gag as much as I’d anticipated, and it pissed me off. Goddamn jealousy. How many partners had he pleasured this way?
I clenched my jaw and went faster, and I somehow lost my filters…
“I want you to be done wastin’ these skills on others,” I gritted out.
His eyes flashed open, and the intensity in his gaze made me pull back. All I saw was fire and unshed tears, and it was a gut punch. I hauled him up and kissed him again, and he panted and croaked something incoherent.
This time, he didn’t roll with the punches. He pushed me away and scowled, and I noticed I must’ve gotten him with my teeth. The corner of his bottom lip was bleeding.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked hoarsely. “Wasting skills on others?”
No, we weren’t going there now. I’d opened the can of worms, and I could apologize for that later.
Instead, I gave my cock a few strokes and motioned for him to turn around. I had to fuck him.
“Are you kidding me?” he laughed humorlessly. “Now you want somethin’ without a fight? Dream on.”
Oh, I could fight. I made quick work of tucking myself in and zipping up, and I—
“Great—now you’re a mute again,” he stated. “Default Reid mode. Don’t say anything, don’t show anything.”
What the fuck?
“This whole weekend—you throw me for this fucking loop, and now I’m just supposed to guess?” he demanded. “What the hell are we doing? You say we’re solid, but are we? What happens when we go back home? Do we pretend we didn’t cross every line in the book?”
I scrubbed a hand over my mouth and jaw, feeling the tension build up too fast for me to get shit under control. Anger, jealousy, possessiveness, and this…this sense of just being so fucking done. I couldn’t pretend anymore. I couldn’t mosey my way through life and cope with the occasional depressive episodes during which I pined over my best friend and let it come out in anger. How many hours had I wasted at the shooting range convincing myself we weren’t a good fit? That we didn’t make sense?
“Fuck it, we’re done here,” Max said. “I’m gonna wash all this sand off.”
You can’t leave, you can’t leave, you can’t leave.
I watched him trail down to the water’s edge, and for every step he took, the panic within me rose closer to the surface. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me, except one thing. If he kept walking, I was going to chase him down.
“Max, wait!”
“No—fuck off!” he yelled over his shoulder.
Bad move.
I let out a breath, and it sounded like I was being fucking strangled. My heart started pounding again, and my skin prickled uncomfortably. My chest felt tight too. And no more. I couldn’t handle it.
I went after him.
Never in my life had I understood the concept of one’s vision clouding and turning red, but that was the only way I could describe this. I had one target, and he was going down. By the time he got up again, he’d be mine.
He walked out into the water and bent down to splash it up his arms and legs, and I didn’t see the point. He might as well dive under. But this worked better for me. I ran faster and didn’t stop until he heard my approach. By then, I was two feet away, and I grabbed him roughly and threw him down in the wet sand.
“Fucking off isn’t an option,” I said, out of breath. He cursed me out and tried to push himself up, but I was faster. I straddled his ass with one goal in mind. He knew his safewords if he was serious about stopping, which I reminded him of. “I trust you know how to put a stop to this—but I don’t think you want to.” With that said, I pulled down his shorts, just enough to expose his perfect ass.
“I swear to fucking God,” he growled. “Get off me.”
Oh, there would be some getting off.
I forced a hand underneath him and undid his shorts. They needed to come down a bit more.
“This weekend isn’t a one-time thing,” I told him. I unzipped my own shorts again and pulled out my cock. “It’s me giving up. I’m done watching you try to figure shit out with others when you can do it with me.” I swallowed hard as a wave rolled in over our legs and his back. The water washed away a layer of sand and revealed the scratches the boulder had given him. I couldn’t describe how sexy he was.