Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
"Of course I want you. I love you.” I tried to pull him into my arms, but he shoved me away, knocking over a waist-high statue in the process. The jade obelisk tipped away from me and I reached for it but failed, the heavy piece slamming into the marble floor with a loud crack.
"You say that, but you're still with him! What kind of sick twisted girl are you? I swear to God, I can’t—I can't take this. You leave me and go and fuck him and it’s killing me. I can't think about him touching you." He stared at me, and his eyes were dark and heavy with emotion. He exhaled hard, his hands trembling as he reached out and pulled me to him. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you." I held his stare and wished that he understood, my own eyes filling with tears.
"Tell me again."
"I love you."
He pulled me into the dark bedroom with frantic strides and stopped me in the doorway, ripping at my blue and white striped pajama pants, pulling the cotton material down with one hand while the other gripped my neck so hard that it hurt. When he pushed me onto the bed and shoved his cock inside of me, I wasn’t ready and he was so hard, and I gasped from the pain but ohmygod did I love him.
"I can’t lose you," he swore, lowering his body on top of mine. His hips started to move, and his cargo shorts rubbed against the back of my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "You're my everything." His mouth, surrounded by unshaven stubble scraped against my collarbone as he softly touched his lips to my skin. It was different than every other piece of this equation and I arched underneath him, pushing against his cock and pulling his head tighter to my neck, my arousal spiking as he kissed and bit the skin, creating a possessive trail. He pulled and pushed and branded me with his cock, the rhythm increasing in speed, and I moaned, the muscles under my fingers flexing as he fucked me with his frustration and feelings.
Then his lips opened against my neck, and he moaned my name, his thrusts slowing as his orgasm came. Our bodies slowed, his final thrusts hard and deep, and then he stilled. Staying inside of me, his cheek brushed mine as he brought his mouth to my ear. "Tell me."
"I love you,” I said weakly.
Then he laid down beside me and rolled me over until my back was against his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around me, his hand tenderly cupping my breast. He was so much larger than me, and the tuck of our bodies put his mouth against the top of my head.
"I don't know what to do." His voice was blurry and soft in the dark room, his words almost lost in the hum of the fan. "I love you too much to leave you. But I can't do this. It is killing me." Then he said the words I dreaded, the ones I never wanted to hear but had stalked me in my dreams. "You have to choose. You have to."
Ten minutes later, his breath evened out as he fell asleep. I stayed in place, his arms relaxing around me, and began to cry. Sometimes getting everything you ever wanted sucked.
It had been long enough. Any love there would have to be strong enough. It was time. I needed to rip the roof off all of our lies.
Part Three
It was time to pull the roof off all of our lies.
Chapter 61 - Belize
TWO YEARS, FOUR MONTHS AGO
The moment Brant turned, in that Belize hotel bar, at 1:43 AM, I knew something was wrong. I just couldn't place what. I couldn't figure out why the hairs on my arm stood up. I couldn't figure out why the noise of the bar suddenly seemed to fade. I stood there, stared at him, and tried to place the problem.
"Hey." He grinned. A wide grin that showed his dimple and white teeth and spoke of carefree games of football on Saturday nights. When he smiled, his eyes carried the gesture, crinkling at the edges, creating the effect of a man who knew his charm and carried it easily. "You look lost, sweetheart." He reached forward, cupped the edge of my elbow and tugged me closer. Reflexively, I held up my hand, touching his shirt, pushing on it without any force. I was just trying to stop my forward motion while allowing my mind to sort what about this situation felt wrong. My gaze flicked right, to a polo-wearing blonde perched on the closest stool, whose outfit screamed resort employee, her hand gripped around the neck of a beer that I'm pretty sure she wasn't old enough to drink. His other hand, the one not dragging me into his space, was resting on her bare thigh. I stared at that hand and wondered why he didn't move it.