Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
That’s all it takes for arousal to burst to life within me as a groan breaks loose and my grip around him intensifies. Even though there are way too many layers of clothing separating us, I grind against his hard abdominals, desperate for friction.
I’m so damn needy for what only he can give me.
He kicks the door shut before stalking through the living area and then down a short hallway to the bedroom. Once closed inside his private space, we stay locked together. The way our mouths are fused, and our tongues tangle is nothing short of intoxicating. As much as I don’t want to break the contact, I can’t bear the layers of clothing that keep me from his naked flesh.
I wiggle around until he realizes that I’m trying to escape his hold before sliding against his muscular body until my Chucks touch the carpet.
Only then do I break our kiss.
A growl rumbles up from deep within his chest as he stares at me. The heated look he slants my way is almost menacing. The saliva dries in my mouth as hot licks of need pool in my core.
Without a sound, my shaky fingers tighten around his sweatshirt, dragging it up his torso until I can pull it over his head. There’s a black Western Wildcats hockey T-shirt that quickly meets the same fate.
A gasp escapes from me as I stare at his bare chest.
Not only is he heavily muscled and thickly corded, he’s covered in tattoos. There’s so much color decorating his flesh that I’m unsure where to look first. I don’t realize that I’ve reached out to touch him until my fingertips ghost over his chiseled pectorals.
When we were kids, I caught sight of him all the time when we’d hang out by the pool. There wasn’t a single mark on him. That he’s had all of this color and artwork tattooed on him in the span of five years seems almost unbelievable.
Just as I open my mouth to fire off a barrage of questions, my gaze falls on my brother’s full name with the date of his birth and subsequent death. Wolf stills as my fingers drift over the swirling ink. A thick lump forms in my throat as hot tears prick the backs of my eyes, making it impossible to breathe. It takes effort to blink them away as I force my gaze to his.
“You marked yourself with him.”
His fingers wrap around mine before drawing them to his lips and brushing a soft kiss against the knuckles.
“How could I not?”
Heavy emotion swamps me as I refocus my attention on the sun-kissed flesh that has been turned into a canvas of precious memories. There are hockey sticks in an X with Miles’ number on it and the perfect illustration of his beloved Porsche.
My heart stops before pounding into overdrive when I see my name framed by peonies. Ever since I can remember, Wolf would give me a vaseful of bright pink peonies on my birthday. They were always my favorite. In the summer, our gardens would overflow with their wild blooms.
My shaking fingers drift over each letter.
I just…
Can’t believe this.
More wetness gathers in my eyes as I lift them to meet his. “When did you get all these?”
“The year after he died, I inked his name on my chest. And then each anniversary, I’ve added to it. No matter what, he’ll always be with me.”
I brush my lips across my brother’s name, completely blown away by what I’ve discovered. If I didn’t realize it before, I do now.
This man holds so much love for me.
That knowledge crashes over me like a tidal wave, threatening to suck me under.
For so many years, I felt lost and adrift without the two most important people in my life.
Only now does it feel like I’ve been found.
He threads his fingers through my hair before tilting my face upward so that I have no other choice but to meet the steadiness of his gaze. “You know that I’ve always loved you, right?”
I nod. My heart feels as if it’s on the verge of exploding.
“It’s always been you, Fallyn. Always.”
It’s only as I stare into his eyes and the sincerity that brims from them that I wonder if my love for Wolf is what kept me from getting involved with other guys. Sure, the scar marring my chest bothered me. But deep down, I suspect it was more than that.
I love you, too,” I whisper, needing him to know that I feel the same.
No matter what happened in our past, this was meant to be.
We were meant to be.
Fate would have continued to nudge us toward one another.
The need to see all of him, to be as close as possible, spirals through me. My fingers settle on the button of his jeans before flicking it open and lowering the zipper. More colorful tattoos decorate his abdomen. The thick length of his cock presses insistently against the denim. I slip my hand inside the cotton and drag it down until his erection can spring free.