Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Surprise,” I whisper, laughing as he kisses me all the way down the hallway. There’s a chorus of men whooping and hollering in celebration to my news that echoes around us.
Griffin ignores it, taking me into the bedroom and shutting the world outside with the close of a door. He lays me gently on the bed, bracing his body over me, his eyes bright and raw. “I can’t live without you, Georgia Cutter.”
“The feeling’s mutual, Griffin Maddox,” I whisper, tugging him closer. “Now shut up and show me just how much you love me.”
He smiles. He’s slow, dangerous, tender—and all mine. Then, he claims my mouth and I lose myself in his love and the love I have for him.
BONUS EPILOGUE
GEORGIA
“Caleb? Is everything okay?”
The girl’s voice is soft, curious, and beautiful in a way that makes my stomach twist. Blonde curls spill over her shoulders, and her skin glows like summer sunlight. Her eyes—blue-green and bright—study him like she’s trying to solve a puzzle.
“I’ve missed you, Izzy,” C says, and my blood runs cold.
I hate these dream-slash-visions. They never bring good news. This one feels heavier—almost as if it is weighing me down. That’s enough to make me extra worried. I start trying to take notes. Starting with the thought that C’s name is Caleb. I never knew that … Where are we? I ask myself as I glance around. The scene sharpens—tiny room, twin bed, cheap desk, college posters. A college dorm.
Oh, hell. This is trouble.
The girl—Izzy— crosses her arms, lips pressing together. “You mean you miss my mouth.”
Caleb grins that cocky grin that always gets him into too much trouble. “Is that bad? I told you, baby—you have magic lips.”
I want to scream at him. Stop it. This isn’t you. I don’t because I know he can’t hear me anyway.
Izzy shakes her head. “Caleb, I told you it’s over. I can’t afford to screw up school. I have a plan for the future. It doesn’t involve a biker who thinks with his dick—which is really the only reason you want me around anyway.”
“I told you I’d work around your schooling,” he cuts in, stepping closer. “We’ll make it work, and I love the way you suck my dick, touch my dick and take my dick, Izzy. That’s not the only reason, I want you though.”
“Oh, yeah? Name one thing other than your dick that draws you to me.”
“Your beauty,” he says at once and now I want to bang him over the head.
“Beauty is fleeting, Caleb. That’s a shit reason to want a woman in your bed.”
“Izzy, I’m just asking you to give us a chance.”
She exhales. “You live almost five hours away. My life’s here, Caleb. Yours isn’t. Add that to the fact that you’re only here because I’m probably the first woman ever to turn you down and walk away, we’re a disaster waiting to happen.”
There’s a silence so heavy between them that it crushes my chest. Then he says, quiet and low, “Fine, then at least give me tonight before you kick me to the curb.”
She looks torn. “Caleb…”
“One night,” he says. “To say goodbye.”
“Caleb—”
“You can’t push me away without giving me one last chance to experience how good your sweet mouth sucks my cock, baby. That’s too cruel.”
“God you’re an idiot,” she huffs, and sadly I have to agree—and I really like C. She hesitates another minute, then rolls her eyes. “Fine.”
What I see next makes my blood run cold.
“I’ll just get the wine I brought earlier,” he murmurs, going to her mini fridge. He takes out the bottle of wine and then sifts around the small cabinet over the tiny sink and finds a red solo cup. He pours a glass of wine and brings it over to her. Handing her the cup, he keeps the bottle in his hand.
“You’re not going to drink?” she asks.
“I’m going to drink it off you. Now, strip naked and get on your knees in front of the bed. I want to be able to play with your tits while you suck my cock.”
“Always the romantic,” she huffs.
“It’s a gift,” he jokes, but his laugh sounds hollow.
He walks over to her bed, puts the bottle down on the mattress and undoes his pants. She looks up at him confused, while she pulls her shirt off, then tosses her bra on the floor too. I avert my gaze. I do not want to see that.
“You’re not even going to take your pants off?” she huffs.
“You like it when I fuck you against the wall. Didn’t you tell me it excited you to feel my jeans pressing against your skin.”
“I was mostly talking about how you couldn’t wait to have me—not that you were too damn lazy to take your pants off,” she grumbles.
“Well, I’m not going to waste time taking my pants off when you are only giving me this one time to remember you by. Now be a good little slut and open that pretty mouth for me,” he responds.