Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She rolls her eyes as she turns to climb up into the Jeep. But suddenly, her foot slips on the doorframe, and she gasps as she twists and falls, right into my arms. My pulse spikes as I catch her, the gasp still on her lips and her tight little body melting against me.
Shit.
She’s right against me. I can feel the heat of her soft skin, smell the scent of her hair, feel her breath against my neck as she gasps quietly. And suddenly, I’m hard all over again. Suddenly, I’m remembering that I just saw her naked and coming, riding Porter’s cock as her body undulated and broke apart so fucking beautifully.
And I am very, very hard.
Kempton blushes as her body falls into me, and I know damn well she can feel my cock throbbing against her. She looks up into my eyes, heat on her face and her lip caught between her teeth.
“I—Beckett,” she whispers.
“Kempton,” I growl back.
“You’re—”
“I know.”
She chews on her lip.
“Why?”
“I don’t fucking know,” I groan, my eyes blazing into hers. “Watching you. Seeing that look on your face and that fire in your eyes when you came.”
She flushes crimson, but I can see her breath catching. I growl, my hands moving without thinking to slide over her waist and tighten before I tug her towards me. Kempton whimpers softly as she takes a step closer, her body almost pressing right against mine as her big blue eyes go wide and blaze with lust.
“What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” I groan.
“This—Beckett, we can’t—”
“Yeah we damn well can,” I hiss back, my lips inches from claiming the pouty, bratty mouth I’ve wanted to claim ever since I laid eyes on her.
“I just screw—”
“I know,” I growl. “But you’re mine now.”
Fuck it.
The last of my reservations, or my hang-ups, or my second thoughts, or whatever you want to call them shatter like glass and blow away like smoke. I pull her into me, my hand slides up to cup her jaw, and when our eyes lock once more, I know.
…I know she’s already mine.
Our lips crush together, and I growl, kissing her fiercely and she melts against me.
6
Kempton
Fire blazes through me as Beckett kisses me fiercely and pulls me tight against him. My head spins—no, the whole freaking world spins, and I’m falling as I kiss him right back. I kiss him eagerly, and wantonly. I kiss him desperately and ferociously. I kiss him like I’ve been wanting to kiss him for years.
Because I have, and now, it’s really happening.
Never mind the fact that I just slept with Porter. Let alone that he just walked in on me doing just that, right as I was coming. Maybe I should be mortified by that. Maybe he should be furious.
…Maybe he shouldn’t be kissing me like this if he is, though.
Beckett growls as his tongue swirls with mine, his kiss stealing my breath away and making my heart thunder in my chest. His big hands slide down my back, and when he grips my ass tight with them, I moan as I press firmly against him. I whimper as I feel that thick bulge of his pressing against me through his jeans and my skirt.
God this is filthy. This is wrong, and insane. Mistake or not, accident or not, I literally just slept with another guy—his best friend and basically his brother for fuck’s sake. And not just that, either…
I just lost my virginity to Porter, and Beckett was right there to watch me come.
I mean, that’s just plain wrong. And dirty. Maybe a little sick. But then, I know I should be more put off by that, but I’m not at all. And what’s worse?
…I may even be excited by the fact that Beckett watched me and saw me like that.
And that said, it doesn’t seem to be putting him off one bit, not with the way he’s kissing me, and grabbing me, and making me melt into him as he turns me into a freaking puddle. His hands tighten on my ass, and I gasp into his lips as he suddenly lifts me up. He pushes my ass back onto the raised seat of the Jeep, and before I know it, he’s growling as he climbs up and in after me and yanks the door shut behind him.
I whimper as he pulls me into his lap, our mouths crashing together like they were made to be locked like that. And just like that, we’re falling over the cliff we should have probable gone over together a long time ago. Hands tear and tug at clothes, and before I know it, my shirt and bra are gone along with his shirt. Our bodies writhe together as I grind on his lap, shamelessly. My nipples drag over his rock-hard chest, and his fingers trace down my back, making me shiver in pleasure. He shoves my skirt up to my waist, his fingers slipping into the sides of my panties. And before I can even move to let him pull them down, he growls, his muscles bunching and rippling as he rips them off.