Chapters (103)
- Also by Grace McGinty
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- NOVA
- Chapter Two
- NOVA
- Chapter Three
- RIVER
- Chapter Four
- NOVA
- Chapter Five
- DEVAN
- Chapter Six
- NOVA
- Chapter Seven
- RIGBY
- Chapter Eight
- NOVA
- Chapter Nine
- RIVER
- Chapter Ten
- NOVA
- Chapter Eleven
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twelve
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirteen
- RIGBY
- Chapter Fourteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Fifteen
- RIVER
- Chapter Sixteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Seventeen
- DEVAN
- Chapter Eighteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Nineteen
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty
- RIVER
- Chapter Twenty-One
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-One
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- DEVAN
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- RIGBY
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- DEVAN
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty
- RIGBY
- Chapter Forty-One
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Two
- RIVER
- Chapter Forty-Three
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Four
- DEVAN
- Chapter Forty-Five
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Six
- RIVER
- Epilogue
- NOVA
- EIGHT MONTHS LATER
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Full Page Image
- Eight Seconds To Fly
- PROLOGUE
- THREE YEARS LATER
“Oh my god,” she breathed, and I don’t think I’d ever been more proud of anything in my life. My dick was so fucking hard now, my balls aching. She tilted up my chin, dragging me back up her body until she was kissing me like she was branding me. Making me hers. Finally, she pulled back, sucking in air. “I want you inside me, River Cooper. Right fucking now.”
I wanted to laugh, but the feeling in my chest wasn’t humor. I just didn’t want to put a finger on exactly what it was. “Anything you want, baby girl, I’ll give you.” I gripped her underwear and tore the fragile lace at the sides. “Starting with new panties.” I released my dick from the meat grinder that was my zipper and pushed my jeans down my thighs. Our first time shouldn’t be rushed in the back of the car. Rigby was going to give me shit for fucking up the romance, but I didn’t care. It felt right. It felt perfect.
She felt perfect. I played with her clit, reading her body language the way I’d read the body language of an opponent. What made her writhe and pant, what didn’t. One day, I was going to know what gave her pleasure as well as I knew what I liked, but I was prepared to play until I knew.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, and she pulled me in tighter until my cock was sliding through the wet folds of her pussy. I groaned. When my cock notched against her entrance, every thought left my brain except the need to be inside. I needed to get inside her, or this was going to be an embarrassingly short first time.
“Please,” she breathed.
Fuck. Condom. I pulled back, grabbing a condom from my pocket and tearing it open with my teeth. Handling it like it was the most important thing in the world, I slid it on and then slid straight into her. I couldn’t help it. I needed her so fucking bad.
I was glad the rest of the drive-in was empty, because the sound she made was pure porn. I thought about Coach. I thought about fucking hockey. I thought about the loss we had last year in the Stanley Cup Playoff. Every shitty thing I could visualize, just to prevent me from thinking about how good her slick little pussy felt around my cock.