Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I…” Ryder looks away and swallows before turning his fiery gaze back on me. “I more than like you, Rae. I fucking love you. And not in some stupid sibling way either. It’s why I have to leave.”
I blink at him in shock. “What?”
“I said what I said,” he says with a smirk, mirroring my own words back at me. “But it doesn’t matter. We can’t do this shit. It’s not right. Bad things can happen to our babies.”
Our babies.
For someone who never wanted kids, I sure as hell love the sound of those words.
“Blindness is not a birth defect, dumbass. Lots of people are blind and that’s not because they had sex with their sister. It’s just a thing that happens to some people. Like being deaf. I’ve read lots about disabilities.” I’m not sure if I’m totally right, but I’d say just about anything to convince him otherwise. “It’s just biology and maybe God too.”
“Regardless, nothing can happen. Dad won’t allow it.”
Anger swells up inside me again and I open my mouth to tell him where Dad can shove it, but then he’s swiftly moving toward me. Ryder’s surprisingly soft lips press to mine. They’re gentle at first and then he parts them. My own lips follow his motions. I groan when his tongue slips into my mouth, seeking out my own.
Oh my God.
Ryder is kissing me.
And it’s nothing like the slick, playful motions CJ offered with his. Knowing now that there’s a difference, I can’t believe I even kissed CJ in the first place.
This kiss is everything.
It consumes every cell in my body and wakes up parts of me I never knew existed.
Every thought inside my head turns dark so that all I hear, see, feel is him. Ryder’s possessive, exploring tongue. Ryder’s muffled moans of pleasure. Ryder’s dark eyelashes fanned over his cheeks.
I find myself digging my heels into his ass, drawing him closer. He’s hard everywhere, especially his cock. It presses against my sweet spot, sending desire lashing at every nerve ending in my body.
I want my clothes off so I can feel his skin on mine.
I want to cling to him like this in the river as it rushes around us. To feel him inside me as we kiss like there’s no tomorrow.
“Fuck, I’ll miss you,” he murmurs over my lips before biting on the bottom lip. “You taste so goddamn perfect like I dreamed of.”
His words flutter over me like petals from a flower, soft and delicate, teasing my skin into goose bumps.
This is wrong, right?
So why does it feel so good?
His palm slides under my T-shirt and I gasp at the feel of his rough, calloused fingertips on my ribs. I squirm beneath him, lashing my own tongue against his, needing him to take whatever he can get from me. He must understand my need because his thumb grazes the underside of my breast over my bra.
I want him to take my knife and tear it away.
I want his mouth on my peaked nipple, sucking and biting until I can’t take it anymore.
Will he make me come too like he made our brother come? I’d felt betrayed that they’d done things without me, but now I feel like I’ve been brought back into the fold. Like I’m a part of something big—something that the three of us make complete.
“My nipple,” I plead between his ravishing kisses. “Touch it. Please.”
He growls—actually growls like an animal—and then yanks my bra roughly away from my breast. I cry out in pleasure as his thumb seeks out my nipple. The sensations running through me are intense and incredible, unlike anything I’ve ever known. When he pinches my nipple between his thumb and middle finger, I feel a jolt of bliss shoot right to my core.
Oh God. I need more.
I need everything.
A scream pierces the air and I pause for a moment, wondering if the sound came from me. A second scream has me wading through the pleasure haze back to reality. It’s coming from beyond the fence. Ryder pulls back, lips red and swollen from our kiss. His eyes are manic and filled with ravenous lust. I’m just sure he’ll ignore the screams as he eyes my mouth again, but then a gunshot follows.
He’s off me and gone in a flash.
* * *
* * *
It all happens so fast.
One minute I’m unzipping Logan’s tent for him to set the newly bandaged up Kristen inside, and then the next, she’s leaping from his hold to rush out to the group surrounding the fire.
Screaming.
With a gun in hand.
The man she took it from appears to be equally pissed and shocked but backs away from the unstable woman. She wildly swings the weapon around, aiming at anyone she perceives as a threat.
“You all have to run,” she croaks out, wild eyes locking on me. “Hurry while you have a chance!”