Total pages in book: 238
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
He slid a finger farther down, teasing my entrance, but I grabbed his hand through my dress, stopping him.
He tensed, his brow knit in pain. “Emmy…”
“Not your fingers,” I whispered. “You. I want you in me.”
He hissed, fisting the hand between my legs, and then he let out a painful groan.
Taking both hands off me, he lifted the bars.
But they wouldn’t give.
He grunted, lifting them, fighting to free us now, and I leaned in, taking his face in my hands and kissing his cheek again and again.
“Fuck,” he growled, jiggling the bar harder and faster so we could climb out.
It was no use, though, and he attempted to try to slip out from underneath it, but he was too big.
I laughed in his ear as I nibbled his lobe. “Get us out,” I begged. “I want you, and I’m not going to say no tonight.”
“Shit,” he exclaimed, fighting the bar again and growling desperately. “Goddammit.”
He grabbed me and kissed me, zipping up my dress as we devoured each other.
“When we get off, we’re hurrying to my truck,” he breathed out. “And then to my house.”
I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, his warmth and taste too intoxicating to even open my eyes. “Just to your truck,” I whimpered. “I can’t wait. I need you in my hands. In my arms…”
The next set of doors opened, and light washed over us as we held each other.
I opened my eyes, seeing we’d reached the end as the rain had started again, falling hard outside as people ran.
I pulled away from him, and when the bar lifted, we jumped out. He clasped my hand, and I ignored the attendant’s eyes as I tried to right my dress again.
It was all bunched up and twisted. Shit.
Will led me off the ride, took off his jacket, and put it around me before pulling me in a sprint across the park.
Rain fell on us, cold and sharp, but I could still feel him on my mouth as the slickness between my legs grew warmer.
I just wanted to be someplace small with him, feeling him and stretching the hours forever, and I didn’t care where.
“Dammit,” he blurted out, stopping us.
I halted, following his gaze out to the parking lot. Martin circled Will’s truck with a flashlight, rain coming down on him in his black uniform as people scattered to leave.
My heart sank. “My brother,” I breathed out.
I didn’t bring my phone. How did he know I was here?
“What the hell?” Will cursed. “Why does everything want to stop us?”
“Find us a place,” I pleaded. “Hurry.”
He grabbed the back of my neck, pressing his lips to my forehead, and then looked around. If Martin saw me with him, it would be over. I didn’t care if it was in a game booth or in a Tilt-A-Whirl car. I needed him.
“Come on.” He pulled me out of the gates and off to the right.
I threw a glance behind me, seeing Martin in the distance peering through the truck’s back window, and I picked up the pace, racing with Will.
He ran up to a yellow school bus, probably the one that brought the middle schoolers here for their Mayhem till Midnight, and punched the door with his fist, prying it open.
I dove in first, and he followed, closing it behind him again.
I threw his coat onto a seat and tried peering out the windows to gauge if Martin had seen us, but Will grabbed my arm and whipped me around. I crashed into his chest, he took me in his arms, and his mouth crashed down on mine.
I moaned, opening my mouth for him and feeling his damn tongue all the way down between my legs.
Dipping low, he lifted me by the backs of my thighs, and I winced at the pain in my body, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t stopping this. He carried me down the aisle, my legs wrapped around him.
I took his face in my hands, tearing my lips away from his. “You have something?” I whispered. “Please tell me you have something.”
He smiled. “Yeah.”
I sank my mouth into his again, whimpering as I locked my ankles behind him.
I trailed my mouth across his cheek, over his jaw, and down his neck as he gasped and squeezed my thighs.
“Ah, Em,” he moaned.
Reaching the back of the bus, the long bench seat in the last row looming underneath me, he dropped me to my feet and unzipped my dress, never leaving my mouth. He pulled down the top, the dress hanging at my waist as his hands ran all over my naked back and he kissed my neck, holding me to him.
“You’re mine,” he whispered in my ear.
I tipped my head back, savoring his warmth on my throat and ignoring the sting as his hand brushed the cut on my brow.