Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“I missed you,” I said instead, the last word lost when his mouth covered mine in a kiss. I didn’t know if it was his words or mine that seemed to unlock something.
He drove harder and deeper, fucking me like he was trying to imprint himself on me, on my soul. I wanted him to.
It was too much, too perfect. The feel of his rock-solid, sweat-slicked body against mine. His hot breath on my neck. The way his fingers dug bruises into my ass cheeks…
He drove deeper, harder, until I was mindless. Unable to do anything but hold on and take the pleasure he drove me to.
Warmth spread through my limbs, and I moaned into his mouth when that first trickle of euphoria made its way through my veins. It was the kind of pleasure only he could create.
“Fuck,” I gasped, a storm of sensation sweeping me under. “Wolf.”
He groaned, the sound of him losing control deep and sexy as hell. His fingers dug into my ass, teeth sinking into my neck before he stilled inside me.
Our heavy breaths filled the silence while I tried to calm my trembling body. If he put me down now, no way I’d be able to walk.
There was sex, and there was Wolf and me. No one could ever make me feel the way he did, and I wouldn’t want them to. This was just for us. Something sacred and untouchable, and if he woke up tomorrow and regretted this, I would still cherish it. Even if it was the last time. Even if this was all I could have of him.
Twenty-Four
Wolf
Birds. Squawking birds woke me and my hangover the next morning.
“Jesus Christ, shut up!” I shouted before rolling over and burying my face in the pillow.
The mattress shifted. “Sorry.” Then the shrill, annoying-ass sound cut off.
I peeked up from the pillow to find Jade propped on one arm, leaning over the nightstand. Dark, messy hair fell over her bare shoulder, and my gaze tracked her bare skin all the way down her spine to where those dimples just above her ass peeked out of the sheets.
My dick went hard, and then the entirety of last night flipped through my head like a tattered movie reel. I’d fucked her not once, but twice, and a few minutes in—Goddamn, I’d blurted out that I loved her. I forced my gaze away from her body to the ceiling while cursing myself. Hendrix may have been right. Whippah, Wolf.
Of course, I’d meant it. I’d spent the past two years fantasizing about being with her again, but Hendrix hadn’t been wrong when he said she’d ruined me. And there I had been, last night, drunk as shit and baring myself to my fucking Medusa. But she’d bared herself right back, hadn’t she? So, was she really my Medusa? The confusing thoughts had me groaning and rolling my face into the pillow again.
“Hangover or regret?” she murmured.
“Regret for the hangover,” I said into the pillow. Regret for making myself look like a damn dick…I turned my head on the pillow, even though my headache made a massive protest to the swift movement.
Jade leaned against the headboard with the sheet clutched to her chest. That wasn’t a good sign. She swung one leg out of the sheets. “I’m just going to—”
“Hang on.” I grabbed her wrist and held her in place. Any other girl, I would have been saying good riddance to the morning after, but Jade was not any other girl. “Where are you going?”
She didn’t answer, just kept her attention directed at the floor.
“Jade, what’s going on?”
“You were pretty drunk last night…”
“Like I wouldn’t have had sex with you sober.”
“You didn’t want to in that hay barn.” God, she sounded hurt, but the thought of giving myself to her again had scared the absolute shit out of me.
My reasoning was a lot to unload, a lot I wasn’t sure I was ready to unload. “It’s complicated with us, Jade. You know that.”
“I know. That’s why I said we should be friends. Before…” She waved a hand between us.
Was that really all she wanted? Friends? The thought fucking hurt. One thing I’d learned in these past couple of weeks: I couldn’t just be friends with Jade. There was too much history. Too much connection. Too much of everything I wanted that didn’t fall into the guidelines of friendship. Us pretending we could be friends was no different than saying death was avoidable. It was either us together or nothing at all. There was no in between.
“That’s what you want? For us to be friends? Because last night, I’m pretty sure you said breaking up with me had been a mistake.”
Her attention still hadn’t shifted to me. It was on the loose thread she was wrapping around her finger. “I don’t know if I could be your friend, but I’d try.”