Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Her expression crumpled; her hands clasped my face. “I’m so tired of fighting this.”
“Then stop.”
Her forehead touched mine, a shaky breath touching my lips. “I love you, Hendrix.”
I took an uneven breath, fighting emotions as I pressed my lips over hers, warm and soft and every-damn-thing I needed in life. Just her. Just us like this. “I fucking love you, too.” I kissed her harder, ignoring the pain in my bruised face. “So much.” I deepened the kiss, lying her back on the bed as she tugged the towel from my hips.
“I’ve been shit without you.”
My hands went underneath her shirt, gliding over her sides as I pushed up the material. “It’s only ever been you, Lola.”
Her breath shuddered against my lips, her hands sweeping over my back.
“I’ve never kissed anyone else.” I broke the kiss long enough to peel her shirt over her head. “I couldn’t. Didn’t want to.”
My lips landed on hers again, soft then hard.
I may have gone through girls to forget her, but this—this level of intimacy, I had refused to give it to anyone else even when I thought she’d given everything of mine to another man. I had to keep one damn thing that only belonged to her.
I kissed down her throat, working her shorts and thong off before I cupped her face and placed my lips on hers again. Tears rolled over my fingers, and she kissed me harder than she ever had. Like she could erase every bit of pain in both our lives, wipe the slate clean.
“I hate that I hurt you,” she whispered.
I didn’t care about the hurt. I cared about right now. About loving her and her loving me. “Tell me you love me.” I worked my hand between her thighs, sinking my fingers inside her on a groan. “Tell me you fucking need me.”
“I love you.” She inhaled a sharp breath when I pushed my fingers deeper. “I need you,” she breathed.
“Again…” Kissing her neck, I reached for the nightstand with my free hand and opened the drawer. “Tell me again.”
Her fingers raked into my hair as I rummaged around for the condoms I knew the guys had kept in here when they used this room.
Her leg hooked around my hips, drawing me closer to her heat. “I need you to fuck me,” she said, and it took everything in me not to just go ahead and do it.
My teeth sank into her throat when I pulled my hand from her pussy and tore open the foil.
I rolled down the condom, then gripped her jaw and forced her gaze to mine. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me again, Lola Stevens.” And with that, I slammed inside her. Hot and wet and tight, and all mine.
All fucking mine.
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Chapter 37
LOLA
Four times. We fucked four times, and I could barely move. Hendrix kissed me, rolled off the bed, then walked into the hall butt naked.
“Come on, man.” Zepp groaned a few seconds after my door closed. “I don’t want to see your used dick.”
“Like you didn’t see dicks in prison.”
A door slammed somewhere, and I stared at the ceiling, catching my breath, lost in the emotion of everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. Could it really be that simple? Could Hendrix forgive me for what he thought was a betrayal?
A rendition of “A Whole New World” echoed through the house. “Now tell me, jailbait. When did you la-ast drop your soap and cry?” He cackled. “I could show you my dick. Take you prison from prison. Over so-ap and under. On a magic cocksucker ride… A whole new dick!”
He only sang Disney songs when he was really happy.
And I loved that he was happy, but I couldn’t help the sick feeling churning in my stomach. I’d committed to him fully. The second he’d said those words—“I already have”—it was as though the past two years had disappeared. But now more than ever, I could never tell him the truth about Johan.
If he loved me enough to forgive me, he sure as hell loved me enough to go to prison over the man who had violated me and torn us apart.
It was a shadow looming over my happy little patch of sunshine.
Hendrix stepped back into the room, dressed in a tight black T-shirt and jeans. With his bruised face, he looked like a bad boy who’d just rolled out of a fight…and my bed.
He glanced back toward the stairs with a huge smile on his face as he sang out, “A new cocktastic point of view.”
“Shut the hell up before I kill you,” Zepp shouted from downstairs.
I heard Wolf cackle.
Hendrix closed my door, scooping my panties from the floor and tossing them at me. “He does not appreciate my sense of humor.”
“Or your creativity.”
He leaned over the bed, kissing me. “Want me to fuck you again?”