Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
There’s no pretense anymore.
No gentle flirting. No presenting the right version of myself for her article or sanitizing the truth of what we’re looking for in this house.
We’re real and raw without walls.
I roll my hips, slow but insistent, grinding into her until her breath stutters, her lips parting in a silent gasp. I can feel her everywhere. Her thighs tightening around me, her nails scraping down my back, and her slick heat pulling me closer with every heartbeat.
I lower my forehead to hers, trying to stay tethered when everything inside me is breaking loose. “You feel… fuck, you feel so perfect.”
She moans, soft and broken, the sound catching in her throat like she didn’t mean for it to escape. “Don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t, even if the world was ending.
I thrust again, deeper this time, watching her expression falter, her eyes fluttering shut. Each movement wrings a new sound from her, small, breathy whimpers that do violent, beautiful things to me.
There’s a rhythm building now as our bodies find a language of their own.
“Corbin… oh…”
My name falls from her lips like a prayer. My grip on her hip tightens as I sink my teeth into her shoulder, desperate to consume her. Needing to mark this moment and remember what it’s like to be inside someone who meets me in every way.
Emotionally. Physically. Completely.
Grace’s legs wrap around me tighter, pulling me in as if she doesn’t want even an inch between us. Her hands roam my back, my hair, my face, like she’s trying to memorize me, every inch, every movement.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Corbin.”
My thrust falters, hearing my name on her lips, because this is terrifying, and it’s everything, and accepting that fact is enough to make me panic.
I kiss her again, hard and hungry, swallowing the sounds she makes and drowning out my thoughts in a rush. Her hips lift, matching me, meeting me, and the friction is unbearable in the best way.
I feel it happening.
Her body tenses, her breath stalls, and her fingers clutch me like she’s holding on for dear life.
“Let go,” I whisper against her mouth. “I’ve got you.”
And she does, arching her body into mine, eyes slamming shut as the orgasm rips through her like a hurricane.
“Corbin…”
She cries out my name, broken and breathless, and I follow her over the precipice seconds later, burying myself deep as the pleasure rips through me like lightning, white-hot and consuming.
“Grace. Fuck. Damn…”
We fall apart together. That’s what it feels like. Before, we were two whole people, barely holding onto the edges of our frayed beings. Now, we’re one, trembling, hearts pounding, clinging to one another.
I have to accept at that moment, as I pull out from inside her, that I don’t want this to be temporary. I want every moment after this to be with her.
32
CONWAY
I wasn’t expecting this. Not today. I’ve thought a lot about what I’d want my first time with Grace to be like, if I was lucky enough to be with her. None of my fantasies involved watching Corbin fill her first.
But now, seeing her come apart, feeling their heat and lust, seeing my cousin release all the weight he’s been carrying, I know I was wrong. This is what it should be like between all of us. Free and open. Unselfish and dedicated to her pleasure.
I’m so hard, it’s painful, and so ready to make this woman mine I can barely think straight. Corbin pulls back, gazing down at Grace, blinking rapidly like he can’t believe what’s happened. It’s the first time he’s been with anyone since Sadie passed, so he must be overwhelmed and a little unsure. Maybe it’s good I’m here to break the intensity of this experience for him. Maybe he needs me here as much as Grace seems to want me.
I lean in to kiss her, swallowing her moans as she curls towards me. My mind swirls with all the ways I can make her mine. Me on top. Her in my lap. From behind. Any would bring us both the pleasure we crave, but what will teach her what to expect from me and from this life? What does Grace need to feel safe and happy?
I could ask her, but in my experience, most people don’t know how to ask for what they need, especially in bed. Grace is confident and independent, but deep down, she wants to be owned. I can smell it on her. That hunger. That craving to submit and let go of all the stress and strain of a life like hers.
“I’ve been holding back,” I say, voice low and rough. “Trying not to expect too much or want you too hard.”
Her brow furrows. “Conway…”
“I can’t anymore,” I cut in. My hand finds hers where it rests on the bed, fingers curling tight. “I need you to know how deep this runs. I need you to feel it.”