Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Emily’s eyes never left mine. She held me captive, hand reaching between her thighs to rub her clit while she arched and slammed back to meet my thrusts. I dropped one hand to her hip to steady us, the other still gripping her throat like I knew she liked, and now, her tits were free to bounce with every flex of my hips.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I praised, eyes devouring the sight of her, of me behind her, of us together. We were so opposite in so many ways, but when we were like this, I wondered how I ever thought we weren’t inevitable.
It was always supposed to be this.
It was always supposed to be us.
Emily found her next release with a whimper, her legs quaking, pussy squeezing my cock. And watching her face twist with pleasure, hearing her sweet moans — it was all I needed.
I came with a guttural groan, a claiming one, like my body was declaring to my soul that we’d never be without this woman — no matter the cost.
Black invaded my vision, the climax so strong I felt it rolling like shock waves through every inch of me. I fucked Emily with our eyes locked in the mirror, with her throat in my hand and my heart in hers.
“Goddamn,” I breathed when I finally steadied, slowing my pace before I carefully pulled out of her. Cum dripped onto the floor when I did, and Emily moaned at the sight, twisting in my arms until she was facing me. She reached down to touch my sensitive cock, eliciting a hiss from me when she wrapped me in a fist and pumped slowly.
Her hand snaked between her legs next, and she pulled her fingers up to show me where my cum was leaking out of her.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“More,” Emily replied.
And then I was pushed onto my back, and she was in my lap, my cock inside her before I could decide if I had it in me to go another round. But my body fired up the moment she slid down, the second my hands found her hips and held on while she rode me.
It was true. I really would never get enough of her.
I was insatiable, and insane, and incapable of understanding the full risk of not putting this thing we had inside a box I could neatly tuck away.
But something had broken open in us in that studio, an honesty too raw to ignore. She was good for me. I was good for her. We were good together — and we didn’t want to act like it wasn’t real.
We fucked until we were boneless, giggling like idiots when we had to clean up our mess. Then, we left the dance studio hand in hand, stealing kisses every other step on the way to my car.
That afternoon kicked off two weeks of unshakeable bliss.
And then everything went to hell.
Emily
I was on my period the day my world came crashing down.
Practicing again with a bum wrist that I was still figuring out two weeks after getting my cast off was one thing, but doing it alongside cramps sent from the Devil himself was pure hell. Add in that my emotions were as unstable as the WiFi connection at the stadium during a sold-out game, and you could say I wasn’t exactly living my best life.
On the plus side, I wasn’t pregnant — so that was a win. Especially considering how insatiable Braden and I had been since my birthday. Gone were the pretenses of playing it cool and seeing each other only a few times a week. Now, we were lucky to get even one day without one of us flashing the Bat Signal.
Never enough.
His words echoed in my mind whenever I wasn’t with him, and I felt them down to my bones.
“How’s it feeling?” Marcus asked during a break, tilting his water bottle to his lips before chugging half of it down. The rest of our squad was pulling out their phones or grabbing a snack, some still running the choreo even though we were told to break.
“Terrible. I need a heating pad and to be horizontal.”
He blinked at me. “I meant your wrist.”
“Oh. Fine,” I said, holding it up to stretch like I could somehow show him how it was feeling. “Still a bit stiff, but much better than it was two weeks ago. I’m definitely not ready for handstands or flips any time soon.”
“But you can dance at the game!” Darcy said excitedly, plopping down on the floor next to me and Marcus. The room was alive with voices and phone pings now. “I’m so excited to have you with us again.”
My heart surged, like a clan of butterflies was preparing for liftoff. “Me, too. It’s been so long. And don’t get me wrong, I love watching all of you, but…”