Bleeding Love by Harper Sloan
“Last
chance,” he tells me with a wicked grin.
“And this time I mean last one, darlin’.
We take this step and make no doubt about it, you will be mine. You give me this and I fucking promise you
that I will never make you regret taking that step. You ready to jump from that chapter you’ve
been skimming through and skip into mine?”
I give
him a smile, one that is full of confidence and not the least bit unsure as the
words that he had told me weeks before come back between us.
“I’m
ready.”
“Fuck,”
he groans. “Buckle up, baby.”
My smile
doesn’t slip for a second. Not when I
pull my belt across my chest. Not when
he slams the door and races to his own.
It grows wider when he slams the truck in drive and fishtails back onto
the path that will take us back toward town.
It isn’t until his big hand reaches out and takes my leg in his strong
hold that my smile slips slightly, but it only slips because my head falls back
and I whimper and try to rub my legs together to ease the ache between
them. I lose the smile completely when
my mouth drops open and that whimper turns into a loud whine as his long
fingers dance up my legs until he slips beneath the hem on my shorts and pushes
my panties to the side, pressing against my clit in sure movements that have me
panting in seconds.
“Fucking
drenched,” he grounds out through his tightly clamped teeth.
I roll my
head against the headrest and look across the cab at his face. His finger dips from my swollen clit and as
he drops his hand lower, his wrist twists slightly so that when he gets there
his finger slides deep inside me.
My legs
spread instantly when his thick finger fills me and I hear his rumbled groan
fill the space around us as he slides his finger as deep as his position allows
before pulling it back, then repeating his movements until I can feel myself
soaking his hand. If he keeps this up, I
won’t last. He adds a second finger and
my hand digs into the door and I reach out, wrapping my other around his
forearm and choke on shattered breaths when he thrusts his fingers so deep, I
feel like I’ve been electrocuted as he hits that
spot that has me panting, whimpering and begging incoherently.
“Please,
Lee, please,” I pant. How I formed those
words, I’ll never know.
“Fuck,”
he snarls, the sound making my arousal spike even higher. “You’ll call me that when I’m so deep inside
you my balls will be soaked with this sweetness.”
His
fingers curl and I pant, my hand cramping around the force of my grip.
“Please,
oh God. Not without you, please.”
I pray he
understands my plea and when he curses, I know he gets me. His hand leaves my pants and I cry out,
causing him to spit out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. His leg slams down and I feel the truck pick
up speed as I watch him take his fingers to his mouth and lick every drop of my
wetness from his skin.
“Holy
shit,” I exhale.
“You’re
getting my mouth first, darlin’. That
wasn’t enough of a taste and fuck me, I’m starved.”
I say
nothing, just continue to feel like my heart is about to slam from my chest as
I continue to shift my legs back and forth in attempt to ease the burn he’s lit
between my legs.
Meet Liam & Megan in the newest stand alone
in the Hope Town Series by Harper Sloan!
Releasing: July 14th
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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