Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Table of Contents
- About This Book
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- Preview of Love Unexpected
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
“Get fucking there,” he commands with a loud smack on my behind which bounces off the walls of the quiet room. “Do what you have to do to make that slick cunt come all over my cock.” One hand reaches around me, and with one swipe over my clit I cry out and my orgasm takes me over. “There it is. Thank fuck.” He lets out a guttural groan and I feel him expand inside of me and then what I assume to be ropes of cum shooting inside. I gasp as my own orgasm begins and makes me feel like I’m floating. I’m light headed, my legs are weak, and I feel like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. The space between my legs hums with pleasure as I come down from the high of my orgasm and when I squeeze the last bit out of James’ cock, he lowers himself onto my back. He doesn’t put all his weight there but enough that he pushes my hair to the side and presses a kiss to my neck before peppering multiple kisses across my shoulders.
“I’ll never have my fill of you.” His words cut through the silence as he slips out of me. “This. Us. It’s going to be a long fucking road, Gab. But I’m not giving you up ever.”
“You and me,” I murmur.
“Forever,” he replies.
We spend the rest of the night in his bed making up for the past four days. He spends most of that time with his head between my thighs, and it isn’t until around three in the morning that we finally drift off to sleep, both of us sated and happy to be going into the New Year together.
So, you know that saying that nothing good lasts forever? I hate that saying. Why is that anyway? Why do good things have to come to an end?
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep up this relationship with James forever without anyone finding out, but I certainly wasn’t expecting to have to deal with that now. James and I hadn’t talked about how we were going to broach this subject with anyone but we certainly wanted it to be on our own terms and not because our sister walked in on us.
It barely even registered that Monica was in James’ living room as I rode him very fucking hard on the same couch he took me against last night, until she was screaming and shielding her eyes.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” she shrieks behind closed eyes. “I KNEW IT. OH MY GOD, JAMES! GAB!”