Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
No more.
If I don’t get to choose who I fall for, at least I can choose to give in and stop fighting it.
So I lay my head against his back and listen to the sound of his heartbeat, every one of them going faster than the one before. His muscles tighten as the water rushes down both him and me.
He lets out a guttural groan, one filled with torment, as if he’s forcing himself to stay put.
“All this time, you fought yourself, didn’t you?” I mutter.
He doesn’t reply, but the sigh that follows my words is enough for me.
I know the truth.
Chapter 29
Cole
I expected a lot of things, like that this night would blow over quickly. Instead, I laid awake to stare at her all night long, hoping she was okay. I expected her to be mad at me. Instead, she was thankful. I expected her to leave after I went into the bathroom. Instead, she actually fucking stepped into the shower with me.
She continues to defy everything I thought I knew. Not just about her but about me too.
And it fucking ruins me.
But nothing ruins me as much as her hands on my chest, squeezing so gently it destroys the cage I’d built around my heart. Her body is pressed against my back as though she refuses to let go, despite the fact that I told her everything I was.
All the bad things she should stay away from … the asshole who bullied her and made her cry.
The asshole she should hate…
Instead, she stands here, hugging me.
Doing things to me that I never thought any girl could.
Because fuck me, when those tits pressed up against my back, I wanted to turn around, grab her, and fuck her into oblivion.
I shouldn’t think these things, but my mind can’t help but wander to that place. I’m addicted, addicted to the sex, addicted to … her.
I’ve tried to deny it for so long, but it’s impossible when she’s so close to me. I can’t fucking fight it anymore, can’t fucking fight the hunger that wants to consume her whole.
But she’s not ready. She’s wounded, fragile, hurt. From everything before me and after me. Whatever she had built up as a defense, I kept destroying until nothing was left to save her from the pain of her past.
And for what? All because I was too fucking curious about what she was hiding because I needed to know the truth.
The truth that now stops me from doing whatever the fuck I want to her.
Because the more I learn, the more I want to protect her from bad influence.
And that includes me.
But fuck me, her tits are rubbing against my back, and my dick is getting hard. I groan out loud, trying to shove the lust back inside, but my body won’t listen to my brain.
She leans sideways, peeking underneath my arm. I glance at her only briefly, but she still surprises me when I see the same lust staring right back at me.
She grabs my arm and tugs on it until I lower it, and she slips underneath until she’s right in front of me. Water pours down onto her hair, which sticks to her beautiful face. Every trickling droplet catches my attention as it rolls over her luscious lips and down the crevice between her tits. The beautiful girl standing before me undoes me with every stare and lays waste to my body with every touch. And fuck me for not being able to resist.
She leans in, her body tantalizing, forbidden, but oh, so sweet and succulent to look at. My dick hardens at the sight. If she doesn’t walk away now, I don’t know what I’m going to do to her. I can’t protect her past this point.
“Don’t,” I growl when she’s mere inches away from me. “You don’t want to do this.”
Her warm, wet parted lips coax me. “Kiss me.”
Fuck.
I grab her face with one hand and smash my lips to hers.
Fuck holding back. I’m taking her.
She dared to step into my shower, then she begged me to kiss her. How am I supposed to resist? It’s like she’s practically begging me to. But it feels so damn wrong, and it never has. Why does it feel so bad?
My lips unlatch from hers as I attempt to decipher what it is that I’m feeling when I kiss her. It didn’t feel this way before, this … agonizing, like I’m taking something that wasn’t mine to take. But the longer I look at her, the more I realize that it’s not just my body reacting to her. My heart is playing along too now.
Fuck…
She pecks the side of my lips and presses a sweet, gentle kiss on top of my lips, coaxing me to kiss her back. But her presence confuses the fuck out of me, makes me feel weak and powerful at the same time, and I don’t fucking understand because no fucking girl has ever been able to wreck me like this.