Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 103537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Faster,” I urged.
“Anything you want. Anything.”
And that was it. All control vanished as our bodies slapped together time and again. The noise of our naked heated skin echoed through the room. He grabbed my hair and yanked to the side, before his mouth crashed into mine and that was what did it.
I came hard, again. My body stiffening and legs clenched around him.
He growled into my mouth as he came with me, his kiss bruising as he shoved one last time into me then stilled.
His cock throbbed inside me and our chests heaved, mouths still connected but barely moving. It was both of us unable to find the words to decipher what just happened between us.
He pushed stray strands of hair back from my face with the tip of his fingers. “You good?”
His brows were low over his eyes as if he was worried. “Perfect.”
The crease disappeared and he grinned. “I lost it. I couldn’t hold back and . . . I never want to hurt you, Haven.”
No, Vincent had proven that to me that time and again, right from the day he found me in the rain storm. He built an us, whether either of us even knew it was happening. The monsters in the wind whirled around me, but they no longer had a threatening hold. It wouldn’t be easy, but one day, they’d have no hold.
Crisis kissed me then stood, went into the bathroom and threw out the condom.
He came back and I watched him walk across the room. The ink covering both arms and up over his shoulders. He had one design down his side that I’d seen before weave into a large one on his lower back. Of course, he had the one on his butt that his mother had seen.
“Scoot,” he said as he lifted one corner of the duvet.
I lifted up and he pulled the cover back. We crawled beneath and he reached for me right away, pulling me back against his chest. My butt pressed into his cock and I felt it jerk and harden.
“It’s been cursing at me for months.” He nibbled on my ear and shivers trickled across my skin like tiny firecrackers. “Probably laughing, too.”
I secretly smiled because it was nice to know Crisis hadn’t been with another woman all this time. “What’s it saying now?”
His arms tightened around me, fingers splayed on my abdomen. “It’s in love.” I stiffened and he kissed the side of my neck. “I’m in love, baby. You’re my best friend and I love every part of you.”
Tears welled. Tears. I was annoyed that they did, but it was so powerful hearing those words from him, I had no control over my reaction. I swallowed. My throat was tight and I knew he had to feel my heart racing and pounding.
I shifted around because I wanted to look at him. I had to look at him when I said it. I faced him and his one hand settled on my hip, his leg thrown over top of mine.
I reached up and traced his lips and they parted before he sucked on one, making my sex clench. I slowly pulled my finger out of the heated wetness and replaced it with my mouth.
This time is was a seductive roaming of our mouths. No rush. A sweet ache being satisfied as we tasted what had been left behind from our urgency earlier.
I pulled back just enough so I could look at him. “I love you, too, Vincent.”
Seeing the brilliant blue in his eyes fill with love for me was all I wanted, and then I kissed him again, but not just on the mouth—everywhere.
And it was a night of exploring one another as we left behind all the bad that had ended up bringing us together.
I WOKE EXPECTING to find Haven’s luscious body up against me. What I got was a pillow and cold sheets where she was supposed to be lying. I didn’t like it. At all. It kind of pissed me off that she’d disappear after all that went down between us.
I heard the toilet flush then the tap turn on. She was still here. She hadn’t run.
Fuck, I was being a girl.
I wasn’t sure with the light of day what she’d do. But I should’ve known better. Haven was straightforward when she meant something. She may have buried shit, but not once had she ever bullshitted. Anything that passed her lips had been real.
And she fuckin’ told me she loved me—Vincent Wesson.
I rolled over and stretched, the duvet slipping down to my waist. I rested one hand beneath my head and with the other lifted the duvet. “You hear that? She fuckin’ loves us.”
“Is this going to be a habit of yours? Talking to your cock,” Haven asked from the bathroom doorway, the light still on and shining behind her. God, she was a fuckin’ angel.
I grinned and threw back the cover, so she could get a good look at it as it lengthened. I bent one leg then stroked my hand down the hardened shaft. “I’d prefer it if you talked to it. Maybe a lecture on . . . snow blowers.”
Her brows rose. “Snow blowers?”
I tugged on my cock and her eyes darted to it. Okay, she looked interested, not scared. No matter what she said, there had to be parts of her that were damaged from what she experienced. “We could lie in bed all day and watch lectures on snow blowing.”
“Lectures? What kind of lectures do they have on snow blowers?”
I was so hard that I had to stop playing with myself or I’d come in my hand. “You know on the internet. I’m sure we could find a tutorial.”
She strolled toward the end of the bed and crawled between my legs. She wasn’t smiling, but she did have a twinkle in her eyes which I fuckin’ loved.
“I’m kind of a hands-on type of learner.”
Christ, I loved this chick.
She fisted my cock and I groaned, closing my eyes, hand tightening around the edge of the pillow. “That’s if you don’t mind a few mistakes.”