Recovery Nicole Dykes (best motivational books to read TXT) 📖

turn to face her, I see Mya’s hesitant smile, shining in the moonlight streaming through my window. “Mya?” I grasp her face, trying to see her eyes, but it’s too dark in my room. “Are you okay?”

She nods her head slowly, still in my hold. “Finn really gave it to me.”

“That sounds dirty.”

She snickers at that softly, her hands moving over mine. “He was pretty pissed that I think you’re an addict.”

Fuck, I shouldn’t have left him with that information and then retreated to my room. Leaving her alone with a pissed-off Finn wasn’t a good idea. “How mean was he?”

She closes her eyes. “Not bad. He just told me the whole story, I think.”

I swallow hard, thinking about the past, hating every bit of it. “His story?”

She nods, taking both of our hands with her. “Yes.” She opens her eyes again. “His mom sounds a lot like mine.”

I had my suspicions but despise that she grew up the same way as Finn. “His mom is a fucking waste of space. Never should have been a mother.”

She nods her head sadly. “Neither should mine.”

“I’m glad you and Finn are here though.”

She smiles, dropping her hands to my bare chest, and I lower mine to her shoulders. “I was an asshole to you.”

“You had your reasons.”

She presses her lips to mine, and I experience the same fucking jolt of electricity I feel every time our lips have touched. It’s a feeling I want to chase. “I can’t promise anything, Jase. I’m getting out of here as soon as I can.”

I nod my head, our noses brushing against each other. “I know.”

The thought of her leaving kills me, and I’m pissed that Finn is right. I’m definitely all kinds of attached to this woman. “If you aren’t comfortable fucking someone like me, I get it. I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“I’m pretty damn comfortable with you.”

She lifts her dress off and over her head, tossing it behind her. I suck in a breath, not used to the way she affects me. Sure, there have been plenty of women to get me hard before, but with Mya . . . It’s like I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to break the hold she has on me. I reach behind her back and flick the hooks on her bra before she slides her arms through the straps. “You sure?”

“You’ll have to let me go when I’m ready.”

“I won’t make that promise.”

Her lips find my neck, and she nibbles. “You have to.”

I shake my head, my hands falling to her hips, pulling her small body onto mine, so her silky thighs are straddling me. My cock presses against her lacy panties as it strains against my boxers. I groan, “How can I promise that?”

“Because you know my goal is to leave.”

“To get out of city life.”

I lazily stoke over the piercing on her belly button, and she moves her hips, sliding over my cock. “Yes. I have to.”

“So, what? You want to live on a farm? A deserted old ranch? What?”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but some place where the biggest case for the police is a stolen tractor or missing cows.”

I laugh, pushing her panties to the side and sliding my fingers through her wet folds. Wet for me. “Sounds like my hometown.”

“Don’t you miss it?”

I shake my head, finding her clit and circling it slowly. She gasps and presses forward. “No.”

Her hips buck forward as I stroke her. My cock is tired of talking, but I’m not. I want to draw this out as long as I can. “See,” she sounds breathless, nearing an orgasm. “You’re destined to be here, and I’m destined to be anywhere but.”

I apply more pressure and revel in her soft whimpers. “Maybe my destiny is to be where you are.”

She bites her bottom lip, rocking against me, giving me all of the control as I enter her wet pussy with one finger, sliding in and out, using my thumb to tease her clit.

“We don’t even know each other, Jase.”

I feel like I’ve known her forever. I always thought people sounded fucking stupid saying that, but now it makes sense. I don’t know what I did before we met, but it feels wrong that she wasn’t there. “I know you, Mya.”

I thrust another finger in her, feeling her walls clench around my fingers. Her moans grow louder and louder as she rides my fingers. “You know my body.”

I swirl over her clit as she clenches tightly, and I know she’s coming. Her teeth gnaw on that bottom lip, and her nails dig into my chest. When she starts to come down, her body shivering from her release and goosebumps covering her skin, I push her panties off and flip us over.

I push my boxers off before pushing into her, both of us groaning as her body accommodates mine. “Jesus, Jase.”

“Want me to stop?” I grin down at her with a devilish smirk.

Even in the dark, I see her rolling her eyes as her legs lift, her heels digging into my ass and pulling me even deeper inside her.

Her lips find mine. “Never stop.”

I smile against her lips as I thrust into her over and over, not letting up. Something tells me we have time for slow later. I don’t stop. I don’t slow my pace. I’m not gentle. It’s a possessive need inside of me that wants to claim Mya.

Right now, I just want to get lost inside of her.

This last month, I’ve given in. Totally given in. I spent nearly every night with Jase no matter what our schedule is. I sneak into his room if I get off late. He sneaks into mine if he does. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other.

And for whatever reason, I’m just going with it.

In my old life, when I could find time to read books, I’d roll my eyes at the insta-love thing—man-sees-a-woman-across-the-room-and-must-have-her kind of bullshit—but now, here I fucking am.