Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“I fucking love you,” he whispers against my mouth. “I think I have since the second I saw you.”
Before I can react, he begins pushing his thickness into my tight body. I whimper, a mix of pleasure and slight pain. My eyes sting, still hung up on his profession.
He loves me.
Can he love me so soon?
Are we crazy to be in love?
I decide I don’t care about timelines or what should be. I focus on the here and now. Us. The perfect beauty of the two of us coming together. He sinks all the way into my body and I hear him chanting something against my ear.
“Relax. Gemma, baby, relax. Don’t cry. Should I stop?”
I come to, realizing I’m quietly sobbing. But not because I want him to stop. It’s because he’s perfect for me. I love him too.
“Don’t stop,” I croak out. “I need you to keep going. I need this.”
He finds my mouth again, kissing me so reverently I start to cry harder. I feel like an idiot for crying during sex, but it’s just so…powerful.
“Babe, tell me if I’m hurting you,” he pleads, sounding pained. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m no expert at this. If I’m doing it wrong—”
I silence him with a desperate kiss, digging my heels into his ass cheeks and drawing him closer to me. The kiss quickly turns frantic and then he’s thrusting inside me. Yes, it burns. Yes, every push inside me feels like he’s wrecking my inexperienced body. Do I want to stop? Hell no.
The next few moments go by in a blur of moans, pleas, and buzzes of pleasure. Though I can’t make myself come again, I’m eager for him to orgasm. Not just because I want that for him, but because I’m already feeling so sore. I imagine it’s something my body will get used to with time. Finally, he grunts and then stiffens. I cry out when he nips at my lip. Then, pulsing can be felt inside me as his cock unloads.
This only goes on for a few seconds and then he collapses on me, completely spent. As we both relax, I stroke my fingers up and down his muscular back. We’re both slick with sweat. My throat is dry and I’m not sure I can even speak. Luckily, we’re able to just lie there for a bit. The only sound is our rapid breathing that eventually slows.
“You okay?” Two asks, breath tickling over my breast where his head rests. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“It was perfect,” I rasp out. “Thank you.”
“It was perfect for me too. Now that we’ve done this, I’m going to want to bang the shit out of you every time I see you.”
I snort out a laugh and immediately stifle it. “That could get awkward considering we’re around others most of the times we’re together.”
“Fuck others,” he says grumpily. “When I move out, I’m going to have you every night in my bed.”
That sounds like something to really look forward to.
I want to ask him about meeting his dads soon. Despite our secret being revealed, we haven’t found a time that works for everyone. With me and Two knee-deep in our project and obsessed with each other, neither of us has tried very hard to make this happen. Deep down, I wonder if Two’s still apprehensive about the meeting and is avoiding it. I know I’m a bit nervous.
My phone buzzes on the end table, distracting me from my uneasy thoughts. Two reaches over and grabs it for me. I turn the flashlight off to make sure I haven’t missed any messages from Dad, but it’s just a junk email. Two is gentle and sweet as he cleans my slick arousal up between my thighs. Then he slides off the bed to tug off the used condom.
“Hey, Two?”
“Yeah, Golden?”
“I love you too.”
When we leave the confines of the secret room, we’re different people. Two stares at me like I’m the answer to life’s most intriguing mysteries. I can’t help gawking at the good-looking guy who loves me and just made love to me. If we were inseparable before, we’ll be even worse now.
We actually do manage to get some work done and when it gets late, we leave Hemingford Hall hand in hand. It’s no surprise to find another note and flower. At this point, I don’t even read them anymore. Two growls under his breath as I toss the flower and tuck the note away in my purse to show Dad and Sloane later.
“Fucking Phil Draper,” Two mutters. “I’m going to kill him.”
The mayor, and one of our newly cleared suspects, has been getting all our stalker hate. Since we don’t know who it is, this gives us someone to blame. It’s an inside joke between us. Poor Phil really is innocent.