Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I peered up at her, and she shyly smiled while I kissed my way down to her breasts, taking her perfect round nipple into my mouth and making her moan.
“Tristian...”
Tight.
Wet.
Warm.
I could have come right then and there, but I wanted to feel more of her. Kissing my way back up to her lips, I looked deep into her eyes again.
Struggling with the words, “I love you,” on my breath, so instead, I murmured, “You’re my first memory, and I want you to be my last.”
Her eyes watered, taking in what I’d just lovingly expressed. We passionately kissed as I sunk as far as I could inside of her.
Molding us into one person.
She wrapped her legs around my lower back and hugged my neck, bringing me closer to her. As I felt her pussy clench, she sunk her claws into my shoulder, holding me closer to her. I growled in her ear, thrusting harder, bringing us closer to the edge.
“That’s it, kitten. Sink your claws into me like they sunk into my heart all those years ago.”
Our mouths fused together the entire time, unable to get enough of one another. It seemed like hours had passed and the whole world was left behind us.
Where there was no history.
No past.
No demons on my back.
Where all that was left was us and our future.
“You’re making it easy to fall back in love with you.”
It was all I needed to hear. I thrust in and out a few more times, and it felt so fucking good. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came deep inside of her, aware I couldn’t get any deeper if I tried.
Knowing all along…
I loved her too.
“You feel so fucking good. Take it all. Don’t waste a single drop of my come inside of you.”
I stayed there for a minute, and as I slowly pulled myself out of her, I looked down and saw our come mixed together. Some leaked out onto the lounger, and I didn’t think twice about it as I slid my fingers into her pussy, putting my come back inside of her.
Where it belonged all along.
Chapter 20
—Belle—
Then: One month later
After a month of Chase ghosting me, he finally logged in to our chat. As soon as I saw his name appear on my screen, I messaged him.
Rebel Rider: Why did you stand me up?
The message bubble instantly popped up on the screen. At least he was replying, but I never expected him to call me out.
Full Throttle: I saw the way you were looking at Tristian and the cheerleader. There’s more going on between the two of you than you’re willing to admit.
Rebel Rider: I told you I was confused about him.
Full Throttle: And now?
Before I could talk myself out of it, I confessed.
Rebel Rider: I think I’m falling for him.
Full Throttle: You think?
Rebel Rider: I know.
Full Throttle: And where does that leave us?
Rebel Rider: I’m not sure.
Full Throttle: Sounds like you are to me.
Rebel Rider: What do you want me to say? Things have changed with him. At first, I thought he was an asshole. I mean, he still is one, but there’s so much more to him than that. He hides his true personality from everyone, though. He’s confided in me, and I can’t turn my back on him. It’s like we’re connected in this crazy way, and it happened so fast. I wasn’t expecting it, but now, I don’t know how to live without it. Without him.
Full Throttle: It doesn’t sound like you’re falling for him, Belle. You’ve already fallen. Are you in love with him?
I bit my lower lip, answering.
Rebel Rider: He makes it hard not to be.
The next thing I knew, he logged off, and my heart sank to the floor. I didn’t want to lie or hurt him. I couldn’t believe this was happening when I never expected any of it to begin with. If I hadn’t logged on while I waited for Erica to pick me up for a party, who knew when I’d speak to him again.
I shook my head, disappointed in myself. I wasn’t a mean girl. I didn’t hurt people or lead them on. I hated that this was happening, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Tristian and I were spending more time together. He’d sneak into my bedroom almost every night. Sometimes he’d wake me up with his cold hands wrapping around my stomach. Other times, I stayed awake and waiting for him, and we’d spend the whole night talking.
There was so much more to Tristian than met the eye. He was sweet, funny, and caring. Always eager to know every last thing about me, and the feeling was very much mutual. This was the first time in my life I felt as if I had a best friend. I didn’t want to let that go.