Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“This isn’t a…” He trails off when I suck the head of his cock past my lips.
A loud groan rumbles through his body, and although I have no clue what I’m doing, I’m using his sounds of pleasure as a guide. Slowly I take more of him into my mouth while getting used to sucking as I go. Each time I let more of him sink deeper into my throat, even though I know I can’t take all of him. I’m going to try my best because I want to please him the way he pleased me.
“Fuck.” Heath grips a handful of my hair.
If there is one thing I’ve quickly learned, it’s that when it comes to sex, he wants control. I love it when he takes over because the more control he takes, the freer I feel. When I’d crawled on top of him in the middle of the night, I might have been on top, but Heath ruled everything. His hands on my hips lifted me up and down on his cock as he thrust up beneath me.
“I warned you.” His hand in my hair tightens so I can no longer move my head. Heath thrusts into my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat, and I moan around his cock.
“Suck. I want to feel that tongue.”
He pushes forward again, and I fight not to gag when it hits the back of my throat this time. Fuck, this is hot. I had no idea a blow job could be this erotic. He pumps a few more times before he thrusts fully in and holds himself there. A groan rips from him as warmth fills my mouth and I swallow it down.
“Doe—” Heath reaches for me and lifts me off my knees to kiss him.
“You call me a naughty girl, but I think you’re a dirty man,” I tell him, and he smiles against my mouth.
“I’ve had years to think of all the things I’d get to do when I got my hands on you.”
“Why? I don’t understand.” I run my finger down his jaw. “If you wanted me that night I confessed everything, we could have been doing this all along.”
“Meadow, you were young, and let's not forget you’d been drinking.”
“I wasn’t that young,” I huff, knowing he might be a tiny bit right. “You could have said we needed more time. I thought you didn’t want me.”
“Did you really ever believe that, Meadow? Truly?”
The question makes me pause, and I don’t think I did. When I recall us being out at events and women hitting on him, he never gave them the time of day, and his eyes would always find me. I only had a twinge of doubt when I saw that blonde twice.
“It was hell, but I had to do it,” he confesses.
“Why would you—”
“Hear me out,” he says, and I seal my lips shut. “No, one is more determined than you. If I’d told you I wanted you back then, you would have wanted it all at that moment, and I knew I would have taken it. All of it. You see how I am with you now? One kiss and there’s no turning back. I knew that then, and you didn’t deserve it. I had to let you go for a little while because I never wanted you to have any regrets. You and your sister didn’t need to miss out on things you should have done together.”
My eyes burn at his sweet reasoning. “Why now?”
“I promised our parents I’d hold off until you graduated. I knew there was an end date coming, and it was the only thing that kept me in check.”
“What if I would have found someone else or you—”
“Found someone else?!” He pushes me harder into the bathroom wall. “I never entertained the idea. You know I’ve never been with anyone, and there’s only one reason for that. It’s not only because I know it would have killed any chance of a future with you but also because I’ve never wanted anyone else.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone else either.”
“I know. Which is why that little fucker Alex lives to breathe another day.”
“Hey, I could have—” He silences me with a kiss, and although I expect it to be hard and punishing, it’s sweet and calm.
“Liar. I know you, Doe. You never settle for less than what you want.”
“You can’t make people love you.” That's what I would try and tell myself.
“That might be true,” Heath agrees. “But I’d die trying if it came to that. When it comes to you, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
EPILOGUE
HEATH
One week later…
“You can’t be serious,” Mace says as he looks at me and then at Meadow. “Is he serious?”
“We both are,” Meadow replies and squeezes my hand in solidarity.
“Look, you know I love you, sister, but you’re asking the impossible.” Briar has nearly the same expression as Mace right now, and it would be comical if we weren’t in such a time crunch.