Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Angrily, he drops his cigarette, crushes it out with his boot so damned sexily I almost swoon—almost. Then he storms toward me and in seconds my back is against the wall and his face is down in front of mine, the smell of cigarette and beer washing over me. It’s not an unpleasant smell, not on him at the very least.
“What did you just say to me?”
“You heard me, I didn’t fucking stutter.”
“You better think long and hard about your next words, Briella ...”
“Oh, right. Okay. Here you go. Go. Fuck. Yourself.”
He growls, low and throaty, and then he slams his mouth over mine. For a moment, I’m stunned, but oh, how I’ve needed his mouth on mine. I’ve needed it so damned badly in the last few days. I kiss him hungrily, angrily, and god it feels good. Everything in my body comes alive and I find it hard to pull away.
He doesn’t.
He pulls back and growls, “You love him?”
“Who, Mykel?” I pant.
“Yeah, do you fuckin’ love him?”
“Of course I love him, he’s my best friend. Am I in love with him? No, Flick. But you already know that.”
“You want to know what it feels like to have him?”
I look into his eyes. “No.”
“You’re mine, Briella.”
“You’ve made that abundantly clear.”
“I don’t fuckin’ like people tryin’ to take what’s mine.”
“He wasn’t trying.”
He makes an unhappy sound in his throat and then leans back down and kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring mine, his hands finding my hips, his body pressing mine into the cold outside of the house.
“Fuck me, Alarick. Right here,” I plead, gripping his thick locks and tugging him back down to me when his kiss doesn’t go quite as deep.
He makes a pleased sound and then his hand is beneath my dress and slipping underneath my panties. His finger finds my wet pussy and he rubs, slowly stroking up and down, over my clit, until I’m gasping against his mouth, which is still pressed against mine.
“You better be this fuckin’ wet for me,” he growls.
“It’s all for you,” I whimper.
He slips a finger inside of me, and I grip his shoulders, moaning as he slides it out and then plunges it back in.
“Please,” I beg.
“You want my cock inside you?” he rasps, sliding his mouth down my neck.
“Yes.”
“How fuckin’ badly?”
“So god damned badly. Fuck me, baby. Please.”
With a satisfied growl, he reaches for his jeans and releases his cock. Then he’s got my leg around his hips, my panties aside, and he’s plunging his dick deep inside me. No warning. Nothing but pure animal passion. He’s fucking me like the world is going to end and this is the last chance he’ll ever have.
I moan and throw my head back, arching my hips into him and letting him take me as deeply as he can.
And he goes.
Cock deep.
Fingers gripping my hips.
Mouth on my neck.
My hands on his biceps.
The raw pleasure ripping through my body with every thrust.
I cum, and I do it with a feral moan.
It doesn’t take him long to find his own release.
I press my face into his chest, and I breathe him in as I feel his body shudder. I take this moment for everything it is.
I indulge in the pure passion of it.
That is until the sound of a gun being fired ricochets through the night.
Alarick moves.
I move.
We’re whipping our heads around in the direction of the shot.
There’s someone lying on the ground, in a pool of blood.
Even in the darkness, I can see it.
I can see who.
Mykel.
No.
No.
No.
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FLICK
I move, as fast as I can fucking get my legs to.
I run and drop to the ground beside my friend, who is unresponsive in the dirt, blood pouring from his chest and his mouth.
No.
Fucking no.
This can’t be happening.
“Pres?” Cohen’s voice radiates through the darkness, muffled out by Briella’s cries as she cradles Mykel’s head in her hands.
“Get an ambulance, now!” I roar into the darkness. “Send a perimeter out. Someone is out there. Go and fuckin’ find them, and bring them to me.”
Cohen moves, without question. He’s barking orders I can’t hear, and then he’s dialing an ambulance. I press my fingers to Mykel’s neck, feeling for a pulse. He’s got one. Weak, but there. He’s breathing, though his breaths are ragged and gurgly. It’s the most horrible fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
“C’mon, brother. Don’t you fuckin’ leave me.”
I rip my shirt off and press it to the wound in his chest, and then I order Briella to hold it down until the ambulance arrives. She does as I ask, without thought, and presses the shirt down on Mykel’s chest, tears rolling down her face and dripping onto his lifeless form. My chest feels like it’s going to explode, but I keep it together, breathing through the agonizing pain ripping through my chest right now.