Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“I can’t let you go. I won’t.” She reaches up, her fingers running along my jaw.
“Are you different, or did I not know all of you?”
“Both,” I admit, not wanting to lie to her. “But you make me different too. When you’re near me.”
“You do the same to me.” She pulls me down, her lips almost touching mine, but I lean back to stop her.
“If you kiss me, I won’t be able to stop. I’ll take all of you.” She smirks up at me. I’m easily twice her size.
“Easton, you don’t scare me.”
“Remember you said that.” I tell her before my mouth is on hers. I should probably take it slowly, but it’s been too long since I’ve tasted her. My need for her gets the best of me. I devour her mouth, owning it with my own. But it’s not enough, I need more. I need everything. All of her.
I lift her into my arms, her legs wrapping around me instinctively. There’s no mistaking our attraction for one another. It’s always been this way between us. The only difference being that now I don’t have to hold back.
I can feel the heat of her arousal through her clothes as she rubs against my cock. Fuck she feels good. Reaching down, I grab ahold of her ass to steady her and control her movements. I slide her up and down my cock until we’re in a perfect rhythm.
I’m lost in her, the same way I’ve been since the moment I laid eyes on her all those years ago. Nothing has changed. Nothing will ever change between us. No matter how much she tries to deny it. The love we share will remedy whatever life throws at us.
My happiness is short-lived, though. She breaks the kiss, pushing away from me. I miss the contact immediately.
“We can’t. It’s not right.” I can see the pain in her expression.
It takes me a second to get my bearings and process what she's saying. In the meantime, my hold on her has loosened, and she slides down my body to get to her feet. She’s fighting herself more than she is me.
“There will never be a time when we are together that is not right.” I try to control my anger, but I know she can hear it in my tone.
She takes a deep breath, as though she’s trying her best to keep herself together. That makes two of us. My patience is wearing extremely thin.
“Like I said, you don’t belong to me.”
Here we go again with this bullshit. I close my eyes for a minute to calm down, reminding myself that her line of thinking is my own damn fault.
“You’ll always belong to me and me to you, Neverland. Don’t ever for a second doubt that.”
15
MELODY
I ball my hands into fists at my side. This is all so much to take. Part of me wants to say fuck whoever this other woman is, that Easton was mine before he was anyone else’s. I almost melted into a puddle when he said he didn’t care who I might have been with.
The jealousy was all over his face, but he still wanted me. The details of how I’d lived my life while we were apart didn’t matter to him. Not that there were any, but he didn’t know that. His words proved there is nothing that could push him away.
“There wasn’t anyone else,” I admit, not wanting him for a second to believe that I could ever be with anyone besides him. He is the other half of my soul, the love of my life; there will never be another for me.
“It doesn't matter.” He clips the words, but his jaw clenches at the thought alone.
“It matters to me.” I glance around the beautiful home made of fairy tales. The shattered vase on the floor is the only thing that mars the perfection. “It’s not a fairy tale anymore. My Easton…” I trail off. My throat tightens, trying to get the words out. Speaking them out loud makes them real.
“What? What would your Easton do?”
“He’d do anything,” I snap.
“I would.” A wicked expression crosses his handsome face. “Anything.”
“Liar!” I lunge at him. Easton was the one person I knew I could trust. It’s insane that I left but still wanted his loyalty. I know that, but to admit anything else to myself would be a lie. He grabs me, pinning me to the wall. His hands wrap around my wrists, holding them above my head. “You think I’d let it go?”
“Never.” He answers for me as he leans in, running his nose up my throat. I try to raise my knee to get a hit in, but he’s quicker. He pushes his leg in between mine so that I can’t move. “Six feet under. That’s what you said.” I hate how pissed I am, but still my body hums with so much need. He lifts his head. “I love this side of you. You only trust to give it to me. You don’t hold back with me because you know I can take it. That it won’t push me away. You’re free with me.”