Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Punch. Punch. Punch.
His arm is poised for another hit when Nick and Brian pull them apart. Logan’s nose bleeds and he glowers at Hudson. “What the fuck, man?”
“Nobody touches her,” my brother hisses. “She’s my little sister.”
“Get her out of here,” Nick growls, disgust dripping from his tone.
Hudson grips my wrist and starts hauling me from the lake. As soon as we’re standing on the banks, he drags me past the bonfire. We scoop up our clothes along the way and then I’m hurrying to keep up with him as he weaves between parked cars as he looks for his truck. Once we reach it, he throws his stuff into the back and then does the same with mine.
“Did he hurt you?” he demands, his palms sliding to my cheeks. He tilts my head up so he can look at me.
“No,” I assure him. “He was rubbing himself against me and it freaked me out.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he roars and starts back toward the lake.
Dripping wet with fury gleaming in his eyes, he looks like a monster. A monster that would destroy someone like Logan. I can’t let him do that because they’ll take him to jail. I need him.
I grip at his shoulders and then latch onto his neck. “Don’t leave me.”
His eyes, hot with anger, drop to my lips. I lick them to entice him. A growl resounds from him before he attacks my mouth. The violence of his kiss nearly knocks me off my feet. When my knees buckle, he hooks an arm around my waist and walks me back to the truck. My breasts are pressed against his muscled chest and his hard cock throbs between us.
He yanks the door to his truck open, using it as a shield to hide us and then he breaks our kiss. “Bend over,” he orders.
I bite my lip but turn around to obey him. With my body folded over his seat and my ass prone to him with people not far away, I feel completely vulnerable. My pussy is slick with want and I wiggle my ass, eager for him to fuck me.
With one hand, he fists my wet hair. Using the other one, he guides his cock into me. I cry out when he tugs my hair so I’m fully standing. From this position, I feel completely full of him and at his mercy. His hand slides around to my front and massages my clit as he thrusts into me from behind.
“Unh! Unh! Unh!” My sounds are feral and uncontrolled. I know I should be quiet, but I can’t. Not when he fucks me like it could be the last. As my orgasm nears, my legs begin shaking wildly. “Unh! Unh!” Our bodies are still wet from the water and slap together noisily.
Someone could see.
Someone could hear.
“You’re fucking mine,” he hisses against the side of my head.
“Oh—”
His hand slaps over my mouth, stifling my scream as I come. I’m dizzy and losing all sense of reality. Before I’m even done coming down from my high, heat floods into me, marking me from the inside.
Always the best part.
The heat of him surging into me.
My legs keep buckling, but he never lets me go. His cock slides out of me and then he eases me down to rest on the seat. The moment his heat is gone from behind me, I choke on a sob. I want him close. I need his comfort.
“Here, heathen,” he says softly. “Let’s get you dressed.”
He helps me pull my dress on, forgoing my panties and bra. The material sticks to my wet skin, but I’m thankful to be covered from possible onlookers.
“Get inside the truck,” he tells me.
I scoot to the middle and he climbs in with me. The door slams shut, but he makes no moves to drive off. He lifts his arm and then tucks me against his chest. Beneath his strong arm, it feels safe and warm. I don’t ever want to leave this spot.
“That was careless,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t have done that with them so close.”
I palm his chest that’s now covered in his T-shirt. “But I needed that.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I needed that too.”
We’re silent for a while. The sounds of the other partygoers can be heard not too far away as they laugh and yell.
“It’s like I have a fever around you,” he admits with a whisper.
“We didn’t find a cure,” I say as my eyes droop with sleep. “We just got sicker.”
Hudson
The drive back to campus the next morning is awkward. Nick sits in the passenger seat nursing a hangover and keeps shooting glares my way. It’s pissing me off. I haven’t touched Rylie once during our car ride, no matter how difficult it is not to. Her thigh rubbing against mine is enough to make me lose nearly all focus.