Break Your Little Heart – Heartbreak Hill Read Online Charleigh Rose

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
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He plucks a blueberry out of one of the containers and flicks it at my face in response. I laugh, popping it into my mouth. We don’t talk after that, both of us content to sit and eat in comfortable silence.

Once I’m finished eating, I pop the button on my jeans, earning an amused look from Holden. “I’m stuffed,” I groan. “Leave me alone.” I was wrong because we did, in fact, put a dent in the food. The food, along with the warm temperature and the humid air, has me feeling sleepy and sated. In fact, it’s too warm for my jacket, so I unzip that next, letting it fall off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my tank top. Leaning back on my palms, I stretch my legs out in front of me. I close my eyes, tilting my face toward the glass ceilings of the greenhouse, fantasizing about summertime and beach days as the sun beats down on me.

After a few minutes, I feel the weight of Holden’s stare on me before I open my eyes. When I finally do, my gut feeling proves to be right. His gaze is set on my chest at first before dropping to where my pants are unbuttoned. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve come to recognize that look. I have a feeling it mirrors my own. My breathing quickens along with the pulse between my thighs. When I squeeze them together, his eyes lazily flick up to mine and his gaze darkens knowingly.

I rise onto my knees and climb onto his lap, my arms circling his neck. “Thank you. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

Holden tugs on my ponytail, kissing his way up my neck. “Anything for you, Sweet Valentine.” He lays me flat on the blanket, his body covering mine. He kisses me, coaxing my lips to open for him. His tongue slides against mine, and I squirm, waiting impatiently for him to make his move as the kiss deepens, but he never takes it any farther.

“Holden.” My voice comes out needy and pleading against his lips. I take his hand, guiding him inside my unbuttoned pants until I feel his fingers where I need them. He rubs me through the thin material of my underwear, his finger pressing into my clit. When his teeth scrape against my hard nipple through my bra, I arch up into him.

“Harder,” I tell him. He doesn’t disappoint, biting my nipple and tugging on it just enough to add a hint of pain to the pleasure. He does it to the other side, and my thighs tighten around his wrist, needing more. I snake a hand between us, slipping into the waistband of his sweatpants. He’s hard and hot in my hand, his hips flexing forward when I stroke him.

“I thought you were sore.” His finger traces a line up my slit.

“I don’t care. I need you.” I don’t know what it is about Holden that makes me this crazed and desperate and needy. Maybe it’s our impending end making me feel this way. Maybe it’s just Holden. Either way, I’ll hate myself for letting him know I want him this much later, but right now, I’m not above begging. “Please?”

“Fuck,” he grits out. “You want me to fuck you right here in the open? Where anyone could come in?”

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. Because in this moment, I don’t care. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.

“Turn over,” he says harshly, flipping me around. My hands slap against the concrete as he roughly tugs my jeans down to the middle of my thighs, then pushes inside me, filling me in one thrust. I gasp at the initial bite of pain, but it’s quickly replaced with pleasure. I drop to my elbows, my cheek pressed against the concrete, pushing my ass back into him. I spread my legs as much as I can within the confines of my jeans as deft fingers slip between my thighs. He parts my lips, circling my clit as he fucks me from behind.

Now that I know what I’ve been missing, I don’t know how I’m going to give it up.

Holden

“What the hell is he doing here?” Thayer jerks his chin toward Grey who’s helping himself to a beer from Shayne and Valen’s fridge. After almost a week of having Valen all to myself—most of it spent in the conservatory—the gang’s all fucking here. Grey included. If the reason for this little family meeting wasn’t a serious one, their confusion would be comical.

“What’s the matter, you’re not happy to see me? I’m crushed.” Grey clutches his chest.

“I asked him to come,” I interject before they really piss each other off and end up beating the shit out of each other. Again. Maybe we should’ve picked somewhere neutral. And somewhere bigger than a shoebox.


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