Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop!” I cry, my voice muffled under his hand when he covers my mouth so I don’t wake my grandmother. He laughs, low and wild, and slams into me even harder until my head is spinning and I come again, this time so strong I see fireworks behind my closed eyelids.
He keeps going, relentless, his cock hitting the perfect spot every single time, grunting my name like a prayer. “God, you were made for me.”
I lose count of how many times I come. Two? Three? Four? I don’t even know. My body is pure goo at this point, melted to the bed and pressed beneath Cole’s solid weight while he keeps pounding into me like he’s never going to stop. I can’t even catch my breath before another wave of pleasure slams into me.
By the time he finally groans my name and pulses deep inside me, my body is shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. I wrap myself around him and ride every last wave of pleasure. Holy. Shit.
Cole’s breathing is just as ragged as mine, his hand stroking my hair while he presses kisses all over my face. “Fuck, I love you, Montana.” The words are so raw and honest, I actually tear up.
It’s like my heart overloads and pulls the rest of my body right along with it. I blink, trying to keep it together, but my eyes go blurry anyway. “I love you too, Cole,” I whisper, voice wobbly as hell, but I don’t care. There’s nothing in me that wants to hide from this man.
He drags his mouth over mine, his voice pure gravel. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it, Montana. You’re everything to me.” The way he says it, low and rough and reverent, makes my entire body clench tight all over again. I’m already so fucking spent I can barely breathe, but the second he brushes his thumb across my nipple, my pussy throbs with need, and I want him all over again.
Is it possible to die from too many orgasms? Because I’m pretty sure I’m in the danger zone.
At some point in the middle of the night, he gets up and kisses my forehead. “I love you, Montana.” He pulls the covers up over me and tucks them in. “And it kills me to leave you.”
He quietly leaves my room and sneaks back to his room so Grams doesn’t wake up to find him in my bedroom.
Over the next week, we settle into a comfortable routine. Grams retires earlier and earlier every night, sometimes not even making it through a single episode of Wheel of Fortune before she “accidentally” falls asleep in her recliner. Cole and I make dinner together, clean up together, and then curl up on the couch or on the back porch, just talking or staring up at the stars. Sometimes we say nothing at all. Sometimes we can’t keep our hands off each other.
Most nights, after Grams is safely asleep, Cole sneaks into my room. He’s always quiet, always careful, but there’s no way Grams doesn’t know. I’m pretty sure she’s orchestrated the whole thing.
Cole kisses me in the dark, whispers sweet and filthy things, and makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. In the mornings, he always leaves before the sun comes up, but not before kissing me one last time and whispering, “I love you.”
It thrills me. It terrifies me. It makes me believe in happily ever after.
And I’m already picturing my happily ever after with Cole.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
REINE
Friday afternoon, the sun slants through the office blinds, casting stripes across the paperwork we've been hunched over for hours. Cole's phone buzzes against the desk, rattling his coffee mug. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking as he swipes to answer. "Hello." His jaw tightens immediately. A tinny voice barks from the speaker, too fast and too loud. Cole's fingers drum against his thigh. "I didn't answer your text because I've been busy all day." He looks at me across the desk and rolls his eyes so dramatically that I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. "Working." The wink he shoots me contradicts his serious tone. His free hand scrubs down his face. A deep sigh escapes him. "The highlight of my day is ignoring you, Hudson."
I hear a low rumble from his brother on the other end, but Cole just laughs and leans back in his chair with his feet up on the edge of my desk. “You don’t need to come to Montana.” There’s another pause as he listens to his brother. “Then why bother calling if you’re already in town?” He listens to whatever Hudson is saying. “Whatever. We’ll be here.”
My heart pounds away in my chest when I realize Hudson Carrington is here in Montana. Cole ends the call with a heavy sigh and tosses his phone down on my old desk. “Your brother is here?”