Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“You broke me.”
She looks down, and I catch her chin in my hand, lifting her head back up. “You know you matter to me, Jaybird. I love you, that ain’t a lie.”
“But you can’t promise me that it’s only me ...”
Growling, I close my eyes and fight for calm.
“I just told you,” I grind out, “I’m tryin’ to work through something I never saw coming. If I died, the way you love me, and you moved on and then I showed back up, are you tellin’ me you’d just send me on my way, not a single thought?”
She flinches. “That’s unfair. You’re the love of my life. There would never be anyone else but you.”
“And she was mine,” I snap. “But it fuckin’ turns out, you can have more than one.”
Janine’s eyes widen, and hurt washes over her features. She shoves me, her tiny hands on my chest as she pushes me backward. Anger bubbles out of her as she yells, an agonized sound, something I’ve never heard come from her lips. I know I’ve destroyed a piece of her, but I’m not going to lie. I’m not going to give her false hope. I just want to figure this out. That’s all I want.
“I said she was,” I growl, catching her wrists in my hands to stop another shove coming my way. “Because back then, that was the damn truth. I didn’t think there was anyone else for me. It was only her.”
“And now?” Janine screams, jerking her hands, trying to free them.
“I already answered that. You’re not givin’ me a fuckin’ chance here. You know how much I love you.”
“You want me to wait for you to decide if you still want her in your life, and while you’re doing that, you’re probably doing things with her that are fucking soul crushing, and I’m supposed to just sit around?”
It’s pouring now, the rain falling heavily over us, soaking me to the bone.
“I don’t fucking know,” I roar, losing my temper. “I don’t fucking know anything. Why the fuck are you making this so hard? I don’t have a choice here. I never did. This came out of nowhere and fucking ruined my life, too. It would be nice if you could at least try to understand just how fucking difficult this is.”
“Fuck you, Muff.”
She tries to pull her hands away again, but, this time, I pull her forward until her body slams into mine. My hands releases hers, moving to her cheeks where I grip her face and bring my mouth down. I kiss her, with all the wild, frustrated pain building inside me. I kiss her to forget the world for one fucking second. She gasps against my lips, then her fingers are in my hair and she’s kissing me back, long and deep, our tongues dancing. Her lips are soft, and she tastes sweet like candy as she pushes her tits against my chest, grinding her sweet cunt against my cock as I devour her.
I want her.
In this moment, it’s all I can think about.
It’s a frenzied, desperate feeling, and I can’t seem to contain it.
My dick jumps to life, raging against my jeans, wanting nothing more than to be so deep in her that she is screaming my name as I make her cum, over and over again. Fuck, why does this feel so damned wrong and yet, I want it right now more than I want the air I breathe? I need to feel her pussy hugging my cock; I need her soft pants against my cheek as she desperately cries my name.
I need her.
“Let me fuck you,” I growl against her mouth. “I need to be inside you. I want my cock in you, right fucking now. Let me push you against this truck and fuck you so hard that we both forget about this, for just a minute.”
“No,” she gasps, pulling away.
She pushes me back, her chest rising and falling as water drips off her chin. She looks up at me, her eyes filling with the kind of determination that terrifies me as her voice echoes through the dark night. “I’m not doing this. I’m not going to let you inside me, to mess around with my heart, while you decide what you want. I deserve better. I deserve someone who knows they want me and isn’t afraid to show it.”
“I love you,” I growl. “You know I fuckin’ love you.”
“Not enough to know that I’m the only thing you’ll ever need.”
Her voice breaks, and fuck, it kills me.
“I mean it,” she whispers. “It’s over. Please. Just leave me alone.”
Then, just like that, she’s gone.
For good this time.
HARPER’S LAUGH FILLS the air as I ride down the highway with her behind me. Her arms are around my waist and her legs are either side of mine as we move, the wind whipping through my hair, the sense of freedom making the heaviness in my chest a little lighter. Harper has been begging to go for a ride, and I finally caved, not having a good enough reason to say no.