Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Sitting up, I gather the pillow he gave me and one of the blankets. The fire has dwindled, taking its light with it. I bite down on my lip, leaning forward to see if Holden’s still awake. He’s still on his back, eyes closed, right arm shoved behind his head under his pillow. “Holden?” I whisper into the dark.
Eyes still closed, he opens the blankets in invitation, like he knew I’d get desperate and cave eventually. I crawl over before I can talk myself out of it. I’d snuggle with a lion right about now if it meant I’d be warm. On second thought, a lion might be a safer bet. I slip underneath Holden’s blankets, settling in next to him. He lets the blankets fall without a word. I face away from him, trying to leave a healthy distance between us. We’re not touching, but I can already feel his heat. Still, I’m shivering. I’m cold to my bones, and I can’t stop shaking. Holden must feel it because I hear him shifting behind me, then his arm hooks around my waist and pulls me into his bare chest.
“Holden, what—”
“Shut up, Valen.”
“This isn’t—”
“Go to sleep.”
I want to argue. I don’t even cuddle the people I do like. This isn’t cuddling. This is purely…survival. And right now, Holden is my own personal furnace. His warmth seeps into me, stealing the objection from my lips. My eyelids grow heavy, and I feel myself drifting to sleep with his nose on the back of my neck and his heavy arm locked around my waist.
Holden
I fell asleep. I fell asleep with Valen’s ass nestled right against my dick, no less. I don’t know what kind of magic the little devil used on me, but I don’t remember the last time I crashed that hard. That quickly. And I wasn’t the only one. She was stiff as a board when I pulled her against me, but within minutes, I felt the tension leave her body and her breathing even out.
It’s still dark, and it takes me a minute to realize what woke me, but then I feel her. Her tits are pressed against my chest, her thigh slung over my hip. My right hand apparently found a nice home while I was out—right on Valen’s ass. She’s wrapped around me pretty tightly for someone who was so opposed to sleeping next to me.
She lets out a noise—something between a sigh and a moan. Maybe I’m not the only one plagued with bad dreams. When my eyes adjust to the dim light, I pull back slightly, taking in her parted lips and her flushed cheeks. Her eyebrows draw together as she shifts forward, unintentionally rubbing against my cock.
Oh, fuck.
I’m hard in an instant, my dick trapped between us. If she were to wake up, there’s no way she wouldn’t feel it. I try to slide out from under her, but she wiggles into me again. If I didn’t know she was sleeping, I’d think she was doing it on purpose just to fuck with me. She still manages to torture me, even in her sleep. Figures.
“Valen,” I say, squeezing her hip to still her movements. It doesn’t help, though. The damage has been done. Even without her grinding against me, I’m so horny that it fucking hurts. It takes everything in me to stop my hips from thrusting forward of their own volition. “Valen,” I say again, a little louder this time.
This time she hears me, her sleepy, brown eyes opening. Immediately, she pulls back, taking in our precarious position. “What is it?” she asks in her soft, sleep-laden voice, sounding confused.
“Think you had a nightmare,” I tell her, waiting for her to notice my…predicament.
Valen’s teeth sink into her lip as she looks down between us, then back up at me. “Sorry,” she murmurs before she turns to face the other way. Her shirt rides up as she does, and my palm lands on her lower stomach with the movement. She wiggles her ass, pressing it against me. The tips of my fingers brush against the taut flesh of her lower stomach, back and forth. Her breath quickens, her stomach rising and falling under my hand. She pushes into me again, and I’m one more dry hump away from coming in my pants. Her skin is warm and soft, her sweet Creamsicle scent invading my senses.
“Stop,” I manage to grind out.
“Stop?” she asks. “Why?” Her husky, sleepy voice only adds to my problem.
“Because if you don’t stop, I’m going to explode.” I expect her to jerk away. Maybe slap me and call me an asshole. What I don’t expect is for her to wrap her delicate fingers around my wrist and guide my hand inside the waistband of her pants and underneath her underwear. She doesn’t stop until I can feel the heat of her pussy, feel how wet she is with the tips of my fingers.