Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Oh, my god. He's filthy. And I think he means it. If someone walked in right now, he wouldn't stop fucking me. He'd keep going, refusing to quit until I came for him. He lives for it, breathes for it. I don't know if there's a word for a man who gets off on getting their partner off, but if there is, that's Coby. His greatest pleasure is giving me pleasure. He won't stop until he's eked out every last drop from my body.
"Fucking give it to me, Elodie," he growls. "Before I lay you out on my desk and spank your pussy until you give it up."
His threat sends me careening over the edge. I bite my throat, trying to swallow my cries as I come all over him. He buries his face in my throat, grunting as he follows me over the edge.
We ride it other together, writhing in each other's arms.
"Fuck," he groans. "You keep letting me do that, I may never let you leave this booth, princess. That pussy is too fucking good."
"Hey, Coby?" I lift my head, meeting his gaze. "I love you."
"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes fluttering.
"I just thought you should know."
He spears his hand into my hair, his kiss hot and wild. "I love you too. Jesus, princess. I fucking love you."
"Hey," I say, plopping down on Gemma's bed. "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to go see Bronx."
"At the club?"
"Maybe." She grins at me, her eyes bright with happiness. It's good to see. The other day, her sisters found out about him and the club. It didn't go well. She was afraid her sisters would never forgive her for not telling her about him. She was mad that she felt like she had to keep it a secret in the first place.
They've hashed it out now, but it was a rough couple of days. The fact that I'm in roughly the same situation now isn't lost on me. Except this is entirely different. This isn't about me trying to assert my independence or grow up or find my place in the world. I'm not hiding Coby from Keegan because he thinks I'm someone I'm not. I'm hiding him because I don't want to ruin their friendship.
It's different.
Gemma isn't buying my crap, either.
"What are you doing?" she asks, crawling onto the bed with me.
"Waiting for Coby to get off."
"Are you spending the night with him again?"
"Yeah."
"High five." She holds her hand out for me to slap.
I do and then laugh. We're such dorks, but I wouldn't change a single thing about our friendship. I love that we've experienced so much together. Right down to falling in love with brothers.
"You know we could end up as sisters?" I say.
"I know." She grins at me. "Then you really will be stuck with me for life."
"Are you kidding me? You're already stuck with me for life."
She giggles and then cocks her head to the side. "Is this your way of saying that you're ready to admit that you're in love with Coby?"
"That ship has sailed, Gemma. I actually told him today."
"What?" she squeals, sitting upright. "You told him? What did he say? What did you say? Oh my gosh. Did you freak out?"
"He said it back." I smile. "And I didn't freak out."
"Whoa."
"I know, right? I thought I would, too. But it just felt natural." I shrug, not sure how else to explain it. "I was in his arms, and I just had to tell him, you know? I didn't want it to be a big secret anymore. We have enough of those already."
"I'm so proud of you." She flings her arms around me in a tight hug. "I never thought I'd see the day that you actually admitted it out loud, let alone to him."
"Me either," I admit. In my life, love hurts. The only time it hasn't has been with my brother and with Gemma. Losing my mom hurt. And then my dad couldn't see past his own grief long enough to consider ours. He let his destroy our family.
The day Keegan got us out of there was the day my dad told me that he wished he never had me because I looked like my mom. He was so mad. He packed our stuff, and we left that day. I didn't see my dad again until he was dying in the hospital. Keegan wouldn't allow him to see me unless he got sober. He never got sober.
I think I decided then that I'd never fall in love. It was easy to keep that promise to myself when I spent my teenage years dodging assholes and creeps. They only reinforced my desire to spend my life alone.
Coby changed that. He changed everything.
The entire freaking world looks different with him in it. It isn't as big or overwhelming. I don't feel like the lost little girl I was for so long. For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I feel like I'm home.