Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Max, I—”
“Come for me, princess,” I growled, swallowing her moans as she clung to me, her pussy gripping my fingers like a velvety vise. I imagined my cock trying to squeeze inside of her slick, pink heaven, and I felt my balls tighten at the thought.
“Oh God, Max, you’re— you’re going to—”
“Come for me, princess,” I growled, my head spinning and her moans dripping in my ears as I kissed her with everything I had. “Make that pretty pussy—”
“Wait!”
I froze at the urgency in her words, her body tensing and freezing on top of me.
“Cora—”
“Wait, wait,” she panted, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut. “I— Oh my God, I can’t do this.”
My brow furrowed with concern as I looked into her face, but she looked away, tears brimming at her eyes.
Shit.
I’d gone too far. I’d pushed, and fucking lost all sense of control around her.
“Fuck, Cora,” I pulled my hand from her jeans. “Honey, I’m so fucking sor—”
“No, no,” she shook her head. “No, it’s not you, I just…”
She looked down, burying her face in her hands.
“What is it, Cora?”
“Nolan.”
I froze. “What?”
“I— you’re friends.”
“Yes, and?”
She looked up, her lip caught between her teeth as she peered into my eyes.
“You— you don’t know?”
Something started to rumble inside of me, like a little faraway warning light.
“Know what?” I growled quietly.
“He and I…” She swallowed, her face paling. “Oh God, you didn’t…”
“You slept with Nolan.”
The words felt like dead weight as they left my lips. My hands tightened on her hips, and without another word I moved her off of me back into the passenger seat.
“He didn’t know who I was, and I didn’t know who he was, but…”
I was silent, staring right ahead.
“Max—”
But I shook my head as I started the car, my eyes locked ahead. We drove home in silence.
I wasn’t mad — not at her. Maybe at myself a little. Maybe a little at Nolan. Yeah, I was into her, but finding out about her and my friend wasn’t like some sort of macho territorial thing. It’s that Nolan hadn’t said shit. Garret, Nolan, and I shared everything. We didn’t keep secrets from each other, even if those secrets were fucking time bombs like “hey guys, I slept with my student.” Shit, if anything, something that explosive would’ve meant he’d tell us even quicker, to see what we thought he should do.
But he hadn’t, and Nolan not telling us was big. It meant whatever had happened with him and Cora meant something, enough that he was keeping it to himself. It mean that she meant something, and here I’d had her almost coming on my fingers.
Fuck.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered quietly as we pulled into the driveway.
“You don’t have shit to be sorry about,” I said, my voice low as I turned to her. “I’m the one who should be fucking sorry.”
She started to shake her head, but I stopped her.
“We should never speak about this,” I growled. “This never happened.”
“Max—”
“This didn’t happen, Cora,” I said tightly, my chest aching.
She looked at me, her big blue eyes locked with mine, before she shook her head, shoved the car door open, and ran up and into the house.
Now this was a problem. It wasn’t just that Nolan had slept with a student. It wasn’t just that I’d fucking lost my head around that same student and unknowingly dragged her into my lap and slid my hand between her legs.
No, it was that I was into her. Badly. And I was pretty damn sure my buddy was too.
…Now what?
8
Cora
What have I done?
Horrible, swirling thoughts burned through my mind as I dashed up the stairs to Nolan’s guest room and slammed the door shut. I threw myself across the bed, curling into a ball as I chewed at my lip.
Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me? The last few days had felt like a spiral, and like I was totally spinning out of control. First, I’d just thrown myself at a total stranger in a bar — something I’d never done before. That in itself could keep a therapist busy for a while. I think I’d just been running and looking for something to crash into.
Nolan had been that something. Nolan whose arms made me feel so safe and whose eyes and whispered words had made me feel more alive than I’d ever felt before.
But then, the truth had come tumbling out, and the rest had been a whirlwind — coming to his house, kissing him again, falling asleep to the thought of him in his guest room.
So what the heck had happened with Max? Was I that insane that any gorgeous, older guy standing up for me and making me feel safe was someone I was just going to throw myself at? Or was it just that I’d managed to find two men in the span of two short days who made me feel things I’d never felt before? Two men who made me feel alive, and lit a fire inside of me. Nolan, with his stern, steadfast fierceness, and Max with his wild, alpha sexiness.