Chapters (37)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- About This Book
- 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
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Excerpt The Tangle of Awful
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips find mine. His hips thrust and I’m knocked into oblivion. I claw at his skin—neck, shoulders, biceps—all to feel closer to him. The next few seconds or minutes or eons go by in a blur. He slides a finger between my pussy lips, seeking out my clit, when his thrusting goes quicker and quicker. I feel like he’s close and he wants me to come at the same time. With him massaging my clit relentlessly, it doesn’t take long before my back arches and I cry out something unintelligible.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, mouth hovering over mine.
His cock swells and he tenses. I can feel him pumping and pumping. I’m struck with sadness because the condom will keep his cum from filling me up. Now that he’s mentioned what he wants to do but won’t because he’s trying to be responsible, it’s all I want too.
He slides out of me and lifts up so he can look at me. His brows pinch together, worry glittering in his electric blue eyes.
“How do you feel?”
“Boneless. Happy. Exhausted.”
“Do you feel like you really belong to me now?”
“Only you.”
“Good girl.”
I don’t think my heart can get any fuller without bursting.
Chapter Seventeen
Callum
I want to keep her.
On my bed. Locked in my arms. Safe. By my side. Forever.
The thoughts running through my mind are maddening. Completely out of control. I don’t understand how you can essentially embark on something new with someone and immediately drown in them.
Yet…it’s happened.
I can’t breathe.
She sucks the air from my lungs and keeps it all for herself.
At the rate we’re going, I won’t recognize myself by the end of it.
End?
The thought of ending this thing between us not only sounds ridiculous, but quite frankly, infuriating. I want to wrap us up in a blanket that keeps the world around us out.
Just me and her.
Naked and kissing and fucking and loving.
What more do we need?
“I hear my phone vibrating,” Willa murmurs, her face nuzzled against my neck. “Someone in my family is probably looking for me.”
As they should be.
I’ve accosted this girl, brought her into my domain, fucked her into oblivion, and watched twilight darken the room all in the span of a few hours.
She’s missing from their lives because I’ve imbedded her in mine.
It’s where she belongs. I feel it deep in my soul, unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before. If I could, I’d carve a hole in my chest and dig out my insides, just to give her a safe, warm place to call home.
I’m her home.
“Callum,” Willa says, once again drawing me from my insane thoughts. “I think you should take me home.”