Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
How I would fuck up.
“Willow.” I gripped onto to her hips. “This isn’t a good idea—”
“Shhh...” She leaned forward, kissing my neck. “Just lay there and enjoy it.”
I gave in, picturing Harley on top of me instead.
It was her tits that bounced.
Her hips that curved.
Her soft moans stirring my balls to fuckin explode.
There was no controlling the internal battle that was holding me hostage. Imagining a girl who wasn’t there.
Riding me.
Fucking me.
Making me feel so goddamn good.
“Harley...”
“What?” Willow panted.
“I left Cash to come here, didn’t I? For you.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“Will anythin’ ever be good enough for you?”
“Not when it comes to you.”
In two seconds flat, I grabbed onto her neck and flipped her over. Now I was the one on top.
“Yes...” she panted as I roughly thrust deep inside of her, clawing at my back.
Jagged thrust after thrust, I fucked her.
Simply wanting to get this over with, praying like hell Harley wouldn’t find out. Only adding to the unanswered questions and the unsaid bullshit which was always placed in between us.
“You know what?” Harley spewed. “Be alone. But know this, Rudolph ... you did this. You pushed me away. You treated me like shit when I was just tryin’ to be here for you. You want to live by yourself? Never let anyone in? Why? Huh? Ever ask yourself that, tough guy?!”
“Harley, don’t.”
“Don’t what? Huh? Tell you the truth? You think I’m so stupid, naïve, your perfect little play toy ... you think I don’t know you’re scared, that you live life in fear of the unknown.”
“Yesssss ... just like that. Harder ... faster...”
“Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up,” I growled, unsure of who I just said that to.
I didn’t want to see her face.
Listen to her voice.
Think about the memory that was controlling me.
Without thinking twice about it, I turned Willow’s ass around to hit it from behind.
Because this memory.
What I said to her.
Was always too much to bear for me.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Harley Jameson. I don’t need you to check on me. I don’t need you to tell me what I need. I had a mother for that, and she’s fuckin’ gone just like everyone I love will be. I don’t need anyone. I didn’t invite you here, you forced your way in.” I tugged her to my chest, whispering in her ear, “And if I needed a play toy, it wouldn’t be you.”
“You feel so good, Jackson ... keep going, I’m almost there...”
Willow shivered and her pussy pulsated, tightening around my cock so fuckin’ hard.
Fueling my fire, I thrust harder and faster. Each thrust more calculated and demanding than the last. The slapping sound of my balls against her clit echoed in the wind. It wasn’t until I hit what felt like her g-spot that I almost lost my shit. Really driving me over the edge.
I huskily groaned, “I’m gonna come.”
When a loud gasp tore through the breeze at the exact time I gazed up, mid thrust.
“Fuck...” I growled, instantly stopping.
Locking eyes with the girl I was just imagining I was balls deep inside, just to come.
For a split second, I thought my drunken stupor was messing with me again.
Envisioning Harley.
Except, it was the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, the feel of her heart breaking...
Maybe?
Was she hurting? Or was I imagining that too?
The emotions I wasn’t expecting shook me to my core as she stared straight at us.
Not us.
Me.
Making it hard to breathe, to catch my bearings, to apologize right there and then.
Our eyes never wavered from one another as my body moved on its own accord, pulling out of Willow’s soaking wet pussy.
Slowly, I stood, like a bomb was about to go off. Pitifully trying to find my balance.
“Fuck, I’m drunk,” I slurred under my breath.
“Jackson, what the hell?” Willow shouted while I tucked my dick back into my pants.
I knew the Gremlin better than she knew herself. She was about to haul ass.
Away from me.
“You fuckin’ liar!” she seethed, doing exactly what I just thought. She didn’t hesitate, taking off in the opposite direction.
“We both know the only guy Harley is ever runnin’ from is you.”
Cash fuckin’ McGraw.
Sobering me right the fuck up, I chased after her, shouting, “Harley!”
Her feet pounded against the sand, kicking up dirt. I’d never seen her run this fast in my entire life. Lighting the fire in my limbs I needed, sprinting faster behind her.
There was no way she could outrun me. This was the shit I did every day.
My feet tore through the sand, getting closer and closer to her.
“Harley, stop running!”
She didn’t listen, she never fuckin’ did.
I couldn’t blame her, but her rejection didn’t stop me. If anything, it made me want her that much more.
With a shaky hand, I gripped onto her arm. Forcefully spinning her to face me. Immediately blasted with the scent of her hair, skin, and lips.