Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 28642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“I hate that I’m leaving you, Lena, but baby, this is for the best. You’ll see.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything or look at him. She watched the water lap at the shore against the rocks, making a soft, almost lulling sound. If she really relaxed, just let herself only focus on right now, she could imagine that she’d see Rory tomorrow, and he wouldn’t be leaving. Things would be okay.
Right now, she felt like she was losing it, like her life was crumbling around her. Maybe it would seem extreme to think and feel that way to anyone that didn’t know their relationship or the love they had for each other.
“I know it’s for the best, Rory, and I really am glad you’re going because you deserve to get out of here and away from Brian.” She turned and looked at him. “But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I just want to beg you to stay with me, that we can make it work without you leaving.” She wouldn’t cry, not now, not in front of him. She didn’t want Rory to feel any worse than she knew he already did. Tonight was about them being together for the last time in what would feel like forever.
He set the bottle down again and cupped the side of her face, exhaling as if he were in pain. “Leaving you is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do, Lena, and that’s saying something given that bastard I live with.” He smoothed his finger over her cheek and leaned in close. “But no way in hell is this goodbye. This is a ‘see you later, baby, because I’m coming back for you.’”
She smiled, leaned in, and kissed him softly.
“Just promise you won’t let any motherfuckers bother you, and if they do you’ll kick them in the nuts like I taught you.”
She started chuckling. “No one would even think about talking to me, not when they know I’m Rory’s girl.”
“Damn right, you’re my girl.” He kissed her harder, ran his tongue along her lips, and she opened for him, allowing herself to just let go and focus on right here and now. “God, Lena.” There was a hitch in Rory’s deep voice, and he pulled her closer, so close she was now on his lap. His rock-hard cock between her legs pushed against the zipper of his pants and rubbed along her shorts and panty-covered pussy.
Breaking the kiss, they both breathed heavily, their mouths just an inch apart and their eyes locked on each other’s. Leaning forward, she grabbed his shoulders and smoothed her palms over his rippling muscles. His strength poured from him, and she couldn’t contain her moan.
She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and tasted the alcohol and herself on him. He stared at her, and there was this very heated look in his eyes that had a small sound escaping her. He moved his hand behind her back to cup her ass, gave the mounds a squeeze, and she braced her legs farther apart and rubbed her pussy on him. The sound of the bottle falling over on the metal of the tailgate was loud, but not nearly as loud as the groan that came from him.
“I love you so fucking much, Lena.” He speared his hand in her hair and gripped the strands, pulling her head back slightly to bare her throat. “You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking mine.” He ran his tongue up the length of her throat, over her chin, and pulled her head forward so he could claim her mouth.
Since they’d lost their virginity to each other last month, they’d had sex more times than she could count. Sometimes they remembered to use a condom, and sometimes they were too worked up to think smart and be safe. And although she didn’t need a baby right now, wanted to finish college and start her life, she also knew if it happened Rory would be right there with her to give his support.
But she wasn’t thinking about being smart or safe right now. Lena was only thinking about being with the guy she loved. He speared his tongue into her mouth, stroked every inch of her, moaned and groaned, and tightened his hold on her hair until it bordered on pain and pleasure. She was frozen in place for him, for this very masculine man who she was incredibly wet for.
Rory continued to kiss her, licked at the inside of her mouth, at her lips … everywhere until she was rubbing herself back and forth on his erection, wishing they had nothing on, separating them. Lena’s panties were so damn wet they were soaked clean through. But when he went to pull away, to break the kiss, she gripped his broad, massive shoulders even harder, curled her nails into his flesh until he hissed out in pain, and pulled him closer.