Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
With the flat of my tongue, I massage the swollen nub slowly, gently, giving it just the right amount of pressure to make it feel good. One hand ascends to her breast, tweaking and pulling on her nipple, and the other pushes two fingers inside her tight hole. The trifecta of pleasure is too much, and before long, she’s flying high, her legs trembling as she comes all over my tongue and fingers.
“Oh, wow,” she breathes, her eyes meeting mine. “That was… just… wow.”
I smirk at the fact I’ve left her so sated that she’s unable to form a complete sentence, and then pull off my shirt and unbutton my pants, needing to be inside her. She stays where she is, watching as I undress until I’m naked, and then, just before I’m about to drop over her, she sits up, taking my dick into her delicate hand.
With our bodies so close that our heat radiates between us, she darts her tongue out and runs it up my throat and over my Adam’s apple. When she gets to my chin, she nibbles on it playfully, then presses her lips to mine as she strokes me up and down. The feeling of her touching me sends a rush of pleasure through me, and I have to force myself to calm the fuck down before I make an ass out of myself. In my defense, it’s been a while… a long fucking while. And it’s Kendall… touching my dick.
She falls back onto the bed, taking me with her—our kiss never breaking, her hand still stroking—and then guides me into her. The moment I enter her tight heat, I groan into her mouth, wondering if this is all a damn dream but praying it isn’t.
Once she’s stuffed full of my cock, I take over, slowly thrusting in and out, continuing to kiss her. Memorizing every moment of being inside her until we’re both finding our release.
As we break apart, and I glance down at Kendall softly smiling at me, her lids fluttering open and closed, I have no idea how I’ll ever go back to being without her. But I push the thought away, not wanting to ruin tonight. Tonight is all I have…
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, pulling my face toward hers for a quick kiss.
I consider lying, but then figure fuck it. If tonight is all I have, I might as well give it all I’ve got. At this point, what do I have to lose? “How I’ve been in love with you for years, and I can’t believe you’re finally in my bed, spending the night with me.”
Her eyes fly open, popping her orgasm-induced bubble. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Just what I said… I’ve been in love with you for years.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
I laugh at that. “Until a couple of years ago, you didn’t even know I existed.”
“That’s not true!”
“Oh, it definitely is…”
CHAPTER THREE
DECLAN
Nine Years Ago
“Grab me a soda while you’re up there,” Camden yells as I jog up the stairs from his family’s private recording studio to their main house. Usually, the fridge is stocked with drinks and snacks, thanks to Camden’s nanny, Maria, but we’ve been down here all weekend, writing and fucking around—even though Camden’s dad won’t officially sign us until we graduate high school—so it’s damn near empty.
“Me too!” Braxton adds.
“You want anything?” I ask Gage since he’s the only one who hasn’t said anything.
“Nah, I’m good,” he says from behind his drum kit.
I’m grabbing several drinks and snacks from the fridge and pantry when a soft noise comes from behind me. When I turn around, Kendall is walking toward where I am, staring at her phone. She doesn’t notice me until I close the fridge, and her head snaps up.
“Oh, God, you scared me.” Her hand that’s not holding her phone goes to her heart, but my gaze is stuck on her face, on her red-rimmed eyes and blotchy cheeks.
“Sorry,” I say, setting the shit in my hands down.
“Deacan, right?” she asks, slicing my heart in two. It shouldn’t shock me that she doesn’t even know my name. She’s seven years older and mostly lives in LA when she’s not touring. I might’ve been crushing on the woman hard for the past two years—since I came over for New Year’s, and she was singing her heart out to old-school songs on the karaoke machine—but that doesn’t mean she knows I exist.
“Declan.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” She sniffs, sitting on the barstool.
“You okay?” I grab a tissue from the container on the counter and hand it to her.
She takes it with a watery smile and dabs the bit of makeup that’s running under her eyes. “Do you ever feel… like you don’t belong?” she asks, avoiding my question with one of her own—or maybe she’s answering it… I don’t know.