Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I’m not broken. I’m not frozen. With every kiss, nibble, and lick, with every squeeze and caress, I’m melting. Softening. Heating.
Healing.
“More,” I whisper, rocking my hips into his. I can feel the hard length of him and he’s not small. Anywhere.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He moves his hand from my butt to cup me over my jeans.
I moan and then bite my lip. God, did that sound come from me?
I feel a smile pull at his lips as they move along my neck. “Like that?”
I roll my hips so he’ll press harder. The friction feels so good.
“You want to come, sweetheart?” His words are rough, spoken close to my ear. I should hate the endearment, but he’s cupping my center.
Do I want to come?
Yes. I do. I so do. My vibrator makes me come, but it doesn’t make me feel like this. Hot, needy. Achy. Desperate.
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
He deftly slides down the zipper to my jeans, and then he slips his hand into the gap and beneath the simple cotton of my panties.
He slides his fingers over me…and then into me. I gasp.
“You’re soaked,” he breathes against my neck. “Is that all for me?”
I can’t do anything but nod and let my head fall back against the wall. I haven’t been wet for a guy in forever. I’d be embarrassed how I respond to him, but he’s… God, he’s touching me just how I need. He’s skilled, his fingers curling inside me with expert precision indicating that he’s far more experienced than I am.
Yet I’m glad for it because it feels so good. We’re standing, fully dressed, outside a bar. If it’s this good here…
Holy shit.
I grip his wrist, not to push him away, but to hold on. I feel his tendons work as he rubs my clit and pushes me close to the edge. His mouth is on my neck, and he’s licking and sucking, surely leaving a mark for me to find tomorrow.
“Austin, I’m going to—”
“What the fuck is going on here?”
The shout breaks through the fog that is now my mind. Austin’s lips are instantly gone. So is his hand.
I’m so aroused I want to cry, but the voice is like an ice bath. Austin shifts to block me, and I can’t see who’s interrupted us.
“Is that Carly?”
“Chance, leave us the fuck alone,” Austin says.
Oh God, it’s Chance Bridger. I fumble with my jeans, working the zipper back up.
“I told you to leave her the fuck alone,” Chance snarls.
They talked about me?
“I’m a grown man and you will not tell me what to do. Do not shame Carly like this.”
“Shame her? I’m not the one who had his tongue down her throat and his hand in her pants.”
I move to step around Austin, to tell Chance I’m the one who kissed Austin, that I wanted what he was doing.
For the first time in over five years, a man touched me because I wanted it. He was giving me pleasure. I’m not ashamed by my actions with Austin. Only by Chance calling us out as if I’m a teenage girl who doesn’t know her own mind.
Austin is right. I do feel shame.
Before I can say anything, my body still humming with awakened need, Chance’s arm rockets out and punches Austin in the face.
7
AUSTIN
* * *
A dull thud.
Not the pop you hear in the movies.
It’s been a while since I’ve taken a punch—I gave up bar brawling years ago—and I forgot.
A hard fucking strike, and my head almost hits the brick of the building.
“Chance, no!” Carly’s voice.
I rub my jaw. My little brother—half brother, the dickweed—has nice form, but didn’t put enough power behind it to even think about taking me out. Surprising, really. The man looks like a tank. Plus, if I’m dead, he gets more money.
“I’m taking you home, Carly.” Chance takes Carly’s hand.
Jealousy erupts in my gut.
Without thinking, I grab Carly’s arm and yank her out of his hold. “Like hell you are.”
“Austin,” Chance says, “I told you she was off limits.”
“Off limits?” Carly shrugs me off crosses her arms. Her glare is directed at Chance. “And just who are you, Chance Bridger, to decide I’m off limits?”
“Carly…” Chance shakes his head.
“The lady doesn’t want to go with you.” I take her hand once more, this time more gently.
“Austin, you don’t know—”
Carly rips her hand out of mine once more. “Shut up, Chance. Just shut up.” She scans the small crowd that has gathered. “The same goes for all of you. I’m so tired of being everyone’s pity case. I’m so freaking tired of all of it!” She races around the building.
Pity case? What’s she talking about? I attempt to follow her, but Chance grabs my arm and holds me back.
“I swear to God,” I grit out. “We may share a father, but I will fucking take you out, man.”