Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
I didn’t think about it. I automatically sucked long and hard on him, tasting the mix of both of us.
His eyelids shuttered, his eyes going so black, as a vein stuck out from his neck. He was slamming into me, that other hand never stopping on my clit. He finished, darkly, “We’re just getting started, my little lunatic.”
I moaned again, a new whine rising up my throat.
He yanked us from the wall, spinning, and we fell to the bed.
He caught himself so his weight didn’t crush me, but he never pulled out of me, and once we were on the bed, he clambered up, curling over me. He began thrusting deep all over again.
This was insane. All of it. Ludicrous.
But I couldn’t deny what was happening. This link between us was an invisible string, pulling us tighter when I tried fighting it. It only grew stronger, more taut, and we were going at it, both feral, but we were feeding that connection. We couldn’t not. It had a hold on us and it wasn’t letting go.
As Jake pounded into me, another release was building in me, pulling me back under until it snapped, making all of my nerve endings flood with ardent bliss.
Jake came not long after, surging inside of me. He held still as he swelled before releasing. My insides clamped down on him, milking his climax, which made him groan. Sweat poured down both of our bodies and there was so much wetness where we were connected, but I savored this moment.
There was nothing beautiful about what we just did. It was rough, harsh, and a little ugly.
An emotion fluttered inside me.
I wanted to do it again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jake
She shoved me off and ran for the bathroom. The door slammed shut, the lock clicked.
Christ.
I rolled to my back and smoothed a hand over my chest. I was still breathing hard. Waiting until my heart rate slowed, I lay there, needing to get myself under control. What the fuck had that just been? It wasn’t sex. That was for damn sure. It was more like a rutting. Like we were animals needing to breed, which fuck, fuck, fuck.
I had a day to grab our mark. One day. And we were here, fucking like animals. And even now, she was in that bathroom and my dick was stirring all over again.
I wanted another round. I wanted more than another round. I didn’t want to stop.
This was a problem.
I cursed, sitting up, and ran a hand over my face. I’d barely slept in a week. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an actual meal, and we had tonight to do this, but I looked down at my cock.
Hard.
Fuck’s sake.
And . . . Was that crying I heard?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sawyer
I needed to get away from him, just for a short reprieve, but as soon as the bathroom door closed, I lost it.
Tears slipped out, but those tears were from the last week. For the love of Aunt Clara, I’d earned a good cry session.
But it wasn’t just the tears. It was more.
I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
All those years with Beck. College. My twenties. Most of my thirties. It’d never been like that with Beck. Ever.
How stupid had I been?
My stomach was rioting. Pressing a hand against it, I slid down the wall until I was on the floor, and that’s when the first laugh came out.
Oh. My. God.
I wanted to call a friend and cry and laugh it out with her. That would’ve been Manda, but he took her.
I’d not been processing the loss of that friendship, but right now, in the bathroom, after having fucking explosive sex—she was supposed to be here.
Another laugh gurgled up, and then I couldn’t stop.
Jesus fucking Christ. Fucking Manda.
She was who I should’ve called, but I was also realizing that friendship had been stale too. For too long. We were friends because of why? Out of obligation? Habit? I couldn’t remember the last time I needed to call her and only she could say something to make me feel better. I went to my mom. Clara and Bess. I went to them. They were my best friends. Not Manda.
Shit. When had that stopped?
A whole new set of layers was falling from my view. I was seeing the world differently, day by day.
I missed Manda, but also . . . I didn’t at the same time.
She never liked martini nights either. She and Beck were perfect for each other. Holy shit.
How had I been so clueless about everything?
Why did I stay with him? Why, why, why?
Had I been brainwashed? Was that it? Or just . . . Had I just never been shown differently? I didn’t know what made my heart soar. Now I only wanted to do things that made my heart soar, and fucking Jake was one of those things. Christ. He made everything in me soar. I was on a high right now. Fevered.