Free Fall (Wilde Boys #2) - Sara Cate Page 0,33

talk about you.”

I jerk against his hold again, but then I feel something warm and wet run a long line from my shoulder to my ear, and I realize it’s his tongue. My body freezes in his hold.

“Hundred bucks says you’re harder than cement right now,” he whispers, his warm breath against my ear. “Can I check?”

I grunt against him, but he’s got a vice grip on my neck, cutting off my ability to speak. I can barely breathe as it is, but I’m not sure that’s from the chokehold.

Then, he releases my arm, and slides his hand down my chest. I shudder as he reaches the front of my pants, and no matter how much I fight, I can’t get away. Before I know it, he’s cupping my dick, and as he predicted, it’s hard as stone.

A low groan hums against my back as he squeezes me tighter, both around my neck and cock. Suddenly I lose the will to fight, and I find myself shoving into his hand, grinding it against the back of the couch.

“Is this my fault too? How much you love my hand on your cock?”

“Fuck you,” I mutter. This is totally his fucking fault. He gets in my head, making me think some shit that was never there before. I’m not attracted to dudes, and I’ve never wanted dick before, but all of a sudden Ellis gets a hold of me, and my body can’t fight how fucking good it feels.

“No, Nash. More like fuck you.” He thrusts his hips against me, his thick erection shoved into the crevice of my ass.

“Get the fuck off of me, Ellis.”

“If I let you go, can you agree to stop being such an asshole to me? Can you just fucking listen to me?”

“All I do is listen to you.”

He thrusts me against the couch again. “Say it,” he seethes in my ear. “Or I swear I’ll jack you off right here. You’ll love every second of it and hate yourself for it.”

I growl against him, trying to shift out of his hold, but the more I do, the more friction there is against my cock, and I’m weak to it. A part of me wishes he would unbutton my pants and wrap that big hand around me, squeezing it so tight I could barely manage to come, but he’s right. I’d hate myself for it.

“Fine,” I mutter.

“What was that?” he replies in a dark, teasing tone.

“Yes.” Fuck, please don’t make me say it.

“Yes, what?”

I struggle again. “Just fucking let me go.”

With a laugh, he says, “Fine.” And with that, he releases me. I feel the absence immediately, mostly the pressure against my dick. He pulls away slowly, and I turn around to see the tent he’s pitched in his pants. I remember the way it felt in my hands, among other places. The memory of it hits me so hard, I have to force myself to swallow and look away.

“You can touch it if you want,” he says with a smirk, and I glance up at him.

No, I don’t want to touch it.

“Fuck you.”

“You really hate me, don’t you?”

When I look at him again, I see that pain again, and it makes me seethe with hatred. He doesn’t get to hurt. Not when he’s gotten the best of me. Not when I’ve spent the last three years of my life in constant torture, unable to wrap my head around how he made me bend so easily. How he had me right where he wanted me.

“Just stay away from Hanna.”

“Do you have feelings for her?” he asks coolly.

“That’s none of your fucking business,” I snap back at him.

“Be careful with her, Nash. Whatever she’s been through, it’s broken her, but I see a strong woman trying to build herself back up. Whatever you do, don’t push her back down. She’ll make it easy for you.”

I can feel my nostrils flare as I remember what I did to her last night. I hate that he’s right. She will make it easy. Hanna will follow the path of least resistance, even if it sends her down into a spiral. How the fuck does he think he knows what she needs more than me? He’s known her for two days.

“You don’t think I know that? The last thing she needs is two assholes fighting over her. So, you leave her alone, and I will too.”

“I’m not going to fuck her, but I’m not going to leave her alone,” he says, and

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