Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I press forward on a single thrust, daring her to deny it.
Her head tips back on a moan, the sound itself an admission, but I want more.
“Say it,” I demand, grinding harder this time.
She gasps, the sound sliding into a moan. “Fine—I knew. I wanted it. God, I wanted you so badly…and I hated myself for it.”
It’s a truth I’ve ached to hear—a confession I’ve waited my whole damn life for. It rips through me, plunging me even deeper into her, until there’s no line between where she ends and I begin.
Her breath fractures into a cry, sharp and piercing.
I still, fearing I’ve pushed too far.
“Shit. You okay?” The question grinds out of me, every muscle locked as I fight to hold back.
“Yes.” Her voice is breathless, but certain. “Don’t stop. I can take it.”
That shatters what’s left of my restraint.
A primal sound claws its way out of me, bursting from my chest as I take her the way I’ve wanted for years. Every fantasy, every sleepless night I ever spent aching for her, coming alive in this moment.
She takes it all, loving every snap of my hips, her body responding with a rhythm all on its own. Her tits bounce, nails clawing down my back, cries spilling until the fire inside me is nothing but her.
“Do you have any idea how many times I thought about this, Harlow?” I snarl, more animal than man. “Every prank, every taunt, every challenge…all I wanted was to fuck the sass right out of you.”
She moans at the confession, the sound feeding the beast.
“This is what we should’ve been doing all along.” The words snap out of me, driving every thrust. “Fucking, not fighting.”
“Yes!” she cries, body arching. “Too bad you were such an asshole.”
That drags a laugh out of me, despite the moment. “Always with that fucking mouth. Even when I’m buried inside you.”
Her answering smile slams into me, sweet and devastating, the kind I could lose myself in forever.
I can’t resist. I take her mouth in another kiss, her moan spilling against my lips as she clings tighter.
I drown in it all…the taste of her, the vise of her body pulling me under, the hitch of her breaths…each one a warning of what’s about to break.
“Linc,” she whimpers, teetering on the edge.
“Give it to me, baby,” I growl, angling deeper. “Come all over my cock.”
The filthy words are all it takes. She bows beneath me, succumbing to the pleasure.
I watch every second, unable to look away—the flutter of her lashes, the parting of her lips on each broken moan, the way her face softens as wave after wave takes her under.
I’ve never seen anything like it, never witnessed a more perfect break in my life.
I chase her into that fall, burying myself to the hilt.
My release crashes through me, violent and unrelenting, stripping me bare. I give her everything I have until there’s nothing left but the heat and breath between us.
It’s in that moment I realize, after all these years, Harlow Hayes has won the war because there’s no way I’m coming back from this. Not now. Not ever.
The moving truck is packed, the house empty, and I’m standing in the middle of it clutching Linc’s hoodie like it might make leaving easier.
It doesn’t.
We weren’t supposed to leave until tomorrow, but Dad’s expected to start at the hospital earlier. That means everything else takes a backseat, including his youngest daughter.
I try to remind myself this isn’t goodbye forever. Someday I’ll come back and build the career I’ve always dreamed about.
Ellie and Penny also promised weekly phone calls and visits whenever possible.
That leaves just one more goodbye, one I never expected to care about…
Nerves twist in my belly as I cross the driveway to Linc’s house, carrying his hoodie and the memory of that night.
It’s all I’ve thought about. Not just the kiss that still lingers on my lips, but the way he held me when I was breaking. Like he truly cared.
It makes me wonder if I’ve been wrong about him all along. If there’s more to him than the rivalry. If maybe…there’s even some truth to the legend. A tale of true love that has surrounded Heart Mountain far longer than I’ve been alive.
I never believed in it, not the way Ellie has. But after that kiss—the way it shattered every wall I’d built, the timing of the church bells, the full moon that hung above us—I can’t help but wonder if she’s been right all this time…
The thought stops me mid-step, a frown tugging at my lips.
Seriously, Harlow? One kiss and suddenly you’re questioning legends and fairytales?
I shake my head, and force my focus on the steps ahead, my pulse thundering with every climb.
Lifting my hand, I knock twice, my heart feeling like it might break free of my chest.