Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
A low whistle escapes from Madden as he leans toward me, resting his elbows on outstretched knees. “How the hell are you going to overcome that obstacle? Don’t you think they’ll have a problem with you and their daughter being together?”
“Of course they will.”
It’s slowly that he shakes his head, staring at me like I’m crazy. “You realize this isn’t going to end well, right? Did you ever think that maybe it’s not worth it? That maybe the best thing you can do is let sleeping dogs lie?”
Tension floods my muscles.
Madden isn’t telling me anything that hasn’t already been secretly gnawing at the back of my brain.
And yet…
“How the hell am I supposed to do that? I love her. I’ve always loved her. For the past five years, it felt like a chunk of me was missing. I lost it the night of the accident. Now that Fallyn is back in my life, I feel whole again.” I search his eyes for a sliver of understanding. “How can I just let that go?” Before he can respond, I lift my chin and say in challenge, “Is that something you could do? Just walk away from Viola?”
Even as I fire off the question, I already know the answer.
“Fuck, no.” A steely expression enters his eyes. “Letting her go the first time was hard enough. I would have found a way to win her over and I wouldn’t have stopped until she was mine.”
“Exactly.”
He shakes his head. “All I have to say is that you’ve got your fucking work cut out for you, man.”
I snort.
Don’t I know it.
Chapter 33
Fallyn
It’s the bright winter sunlight streaming through the window that has me surfacing from a deep sleep. It’s only when I stretch my muscles that I realize I’m not alone.
I don’t have to turn my head to realize who I’m curled up against. I might have driven home with Viola last night and slipped into bed by myself, but as soon as I texted Wolf, he said he didn’t want to sleep alone. That he’d spent enough nights without me.
Even though I’d told myself that a little bit of distance would do me some good, the thought of being snuggled up next to him was one I couldn’t resist. Fifteen minutes later, I’d quietly let him into the apartment. I thought we’d make love again, but he’d pulled me into his tatted arms, and we’d drifted off to sleep.
A contented sigh escapes from me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this kind of peace. So long that I almost didn’t recognize what it was at first. That thought is quickly followed by one of my parents. As soon as they pop into my head, I force them out. I don’t want to dwell on them when I’m wrapped up in Wolf’s arms and just had the best night of my life.
After all this time, it finally feels like a tiny piece of the puzzle has fallen back into place again.
Wolf.
He was the missing piece. As much as I didn’t want to believe it was true, he’s made me feel whole again. The scar on my chest doesn’t throb quite so much when we’re together. The old wound isn’t a constant reminder of everything I lost.
I crack open my eyelids and stare at the man next to me.
He’s gorgeous.
I’ve heard girls gush about his dark green eyes, buzzed hair, bulging muscles, and tattoos. He’s a menace in the crease and I’m sure that’s part of his allure. He looks like a bad boy.
A player.
Except…
Turns out looks are deceiving.
And gossip is nothing more than meaningless chatter.
Up until last night, he was just as much of a virgin as I was.
There’s something special about being able to share that kind of intimacy with the person you love.
My gaze drifts over his handsome face.
His features are prominent.
Chiseled cheek bones.
Dark lashes that are long and thick.
And his lips are…
I squint and attempt to come up with an adjective.
Plump.
Pillowy.
Plush.
Something along those lines but still ridiculously masculine.
And they’re capable of way more pleasure than I imagined possible. The feel of his lips and tongue, not to mention the scruff of his shadowed jaw against my delicate flesh is enough to send a shiver of desire scampering down my spine. Not to mention, liquid arousal pooling in my core. If I were wearing panties, they’d be drenched from those delicious memories alone.
Even though we didn’t have sex last night, he stripped me bare and ran his hands over every single inch until I was begging him to take me again.
He refused, instead saying that my little pussy needed time to heal. Then he kissed and licked me until I came with my hand pressed against my mouth so that my cousin would be none the wiser.
Afterward, I promptly passed out.
Who would have ever suspected that an orgasm could sap every ounce of energy?