Perfect Song (Mason Creek Book 2) Lauren Runow (most important books to read .txt) 📖

her eyes close as her lips part. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my entire life. I have to pause, not wanting to blow my load this soon. I get the feeling she’s only been with boys, and I need to show her what it means to be with a man.

I lie down closer to her, feeling her naked body against mine as I thrust into her.

She moans, and I capture it with my mouth. We find our rhythm easily, creating our own dance together. She’s so wet that I slide in and out with ease even though she’s so tight that she’s about to squeeze my dick clean.

I reach my right hand to find hers, intertwining my fingers, and in a movement of intimacy, I bring them to my chest.

As I slow my movements, she begins to pant. I can tell she’s close, and I’m so ready for her to fall.

I move with purpose as I listen to her body, feeling where she likes it the most and making sure to do just that. I tilt my hips down, and I can tell I hit her G-spot by the moan she gives, so I repeat that motion over and over again.

She begins to gasp as she grabs my shoulders tight, so I push hard just as I feel her orgasm explode and pulsate against me. Her head falls back as her breath stops momentarily.

Feeling her clench my cock makes me erupt on contact, and I enjoy my own release, filling the condom with a grunt.

We both catch our breaths, but neither of us moves as we enjoy the feeling our bodies just rewarded us for finding each other. For now, I just want to lie here with her and hold her in my arms, hoping this feeling never goes away.

Chapter Fourteen

Justine

A strong hand reaches around my shoulder.

It grips me hard, and my body feels like a lead weight being pressed into the ground.

I can’t breathe. Can’t speak.

My throat closes as the pressure builds inside from the weight pushing down on me, harder, more sinister, more—

“No!” I spring out of bed, screaming.

My breath is labored, and my chest is tight as I take in the windows that show me the beautiful lake surrounding us.

When I feel a hand softly touch my arm, I turn in fear, but I am calmed when I see Tucker there with a concerned expression on his face.

Everything comes together quickly. I’m not in New York. I’m not being attacked. I stayed the night with Tucker after having the best sex of my life.

I close my eyes and take a deep inhale.

Tucker sits up and wraps his arms around me. “Are you okay?”

I shake my head, bringing my knees up to my chest and placing my arms on them so I can rest my forehead there.

He scoots closer, moving his body to engulf mine. “Breathe, baby. I’m here.”

Calming my breath, I keep my head down but move my arm to reach for his hand, needing his comfort more than ever.

He rubs his other hand on my back, and with every stroke, my breathing comes back to normal. Once I feel a little more stable, I lie down and curl up in his arms.

As he runs his fingers through my hair, I move closer to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks barely above a whisper.

I pause, not sure if I should say something.

My parents keep saying I need to talk about it, but to who? I don’t really have anyone I want to open up to, that I want to relive those moments with.

Of course, my friends in New York know but not anyone else. My friends here think I’m home because I lost my lease and decided to come home for the summer months before finding a new place to live.

To be honest, I didn’t know what my plan was. I just knew I needed to get out of New York. I didn’t feel safe there anymore.

I glance at Tucker, and for the first time, I feel secure enough to talk about it.

I inhale a deep breath and begin to tell the story in full for the first time since that night. “When I was in New York, I lived with my boyfriend, Jimmy, for a few years. I thought we had a great relationship and that I knew every aspect with his life.”

I feel him hold me a bit tighter, giving me more strength to go on.

“I didn’t even know he had a gambling problem. I knew he was really into sports and would get passionate about whatever game he was watching, but I didn’t know there was more behind them. I thought it was normal, and he just enjoyed it.” I inhale before whispering more to myself, “I really didn’t know.”

“A gambling addiction is real. People think they can get themselves out of it, but really, they just dig a deeper hole.”

I nod, knowing what he’s saying is exactly right.

I reach my arm up and place it on his chest, playing with the hair there to calm me. He stays silent and gives me the time I need, not pushing me for more info as I work it through my head.

“It was the middle of the night when I heard them enter.”

“Who?” he asks in a quiet tone.

“He’d made some bad bets, and he owed money. I guess it had been going on for a while. I can’t believe he was able to keep it from me.”

I pause as the fear of that night ripples through me. The memories of my chest being so tight that I couldn’t breathe and the feeling that I was going to throw up at any turn.

Taking a shaky breath, I tilt my head to look up at him. He places a kiss on my forehead, and I instantly feel the support he’s giving me.

“You don’t have to tell me if it’s too much.” He holds me closer. “I’m here though if you need