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one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding my hand. His fingers fiddled with my mood ring. It was a little habit he’d developed, but something about the way it felt sent shivers through me every time.

Jacob brought my hand to his lips and gave it a few soft kisses, a smile adorning his face. I smiled back, not being able to help it if I’d tried. I thought again about his mother’s words—Jacob’s lucky to have you. I was the lucky one. I swallowed hard, trying to quell the tinge of panic threatening to ruin the rest of the night. I didn’t want to think about what waited for me at home. How I’d have to keep on lying, keep on pretending like I had everything figured out. Keep promising Kasey that I’d never let anything happen to her. That the bank wasn’t going to take the farm. That I’d keep helping Aunt Meg and Uncle Jim with money as much as I could. That our mother would be just fine at the shelter, and that she’d never consider, for even a second, going back to Doug.

I took a silent gulp of air and faced the window to let it out in one slow breath. I’d gotten so lost in thought, I hadn’t even realized we’d pulled into the driveway.

Two steps into the house and Jacob’s tongue was greedily wrapping around mine. We staggered past the Christmas tree toward the staircase, our lips never breaking. Jacob scooped me into his arms and carried me up the steps. I wrapped my arms around his neck. It felt right here. In his arms. Like it was where I was always meant to be.

He kicked open the door to my room and set my feet back on the floor. He brought me in close to his body, his hand holding me at the small of my back.

“We’re all alone,” I said.

“Feels like it’s been a while.”

“We’ve only been here a couple of days.”

“I know, but I love having you all to myself.”

My eyes followed the line of his lips. I held his face, feeling the softness of his trimmed beard. “So now that we’re alone…” The blade of my finger trailed down his jawline to his neck. “What are you going to do with me?”

He pressed his lips to my ear. “I’m going to make love to you.” His lips met the skin of my neck.

I closed my eyes and leaned into his shoulder, feeling every cell in my body tingle. Jacob unzipped the back of my dress and pulled the material down my shoulders. I pushed it down my waist and let it fall to the floor. Standing in my heels, underwear, and bra, I unbuttoned his shirt. He shook it off and let it fall near my dress. My hands ran down his chest and stomach and went for his belt. I tugged it off and unbuttoned his pants.

I grabbed his hands and sat him down on the bed. I straddled his waist and tried to lean his back to the bed, but he resisted. Instead, he hitched a hand on either side of my thighs and stood up, supporting my weight in each of his strong arms. He turned around and laid me down on the bed, his mouth remaining a fixture on mine. Jacob pulled down the straps of my bra and jerked it down around my rib cage. His hands roamed my body. First my breasts and then skimming the slickness under my panties. He was taking control, and it fucking turned me on even more. I groaned into his mouth, and he propped up to remove any clothing that remained between us. Seconds later, I felt him inside of me, his hips rocking deep between my legs. It was an overpowering feeling so intense I had to close my eyes.

“Look at me, Maeve.” Jacob’s voice was strained. “I want to know you’re here with me.” His pace shifted deep and slow.

My eyes fluttered open. “I’m here.” The words dripped from my mouth.

His groans as he thrust against me whispered in my ear, prickling the hairs on my skin.

I cried out. Afraid that if I held it in I’d combust. Thankful there was no one here to listen.

I felt flooded. Flooded by Jacob’s energy. It was consuming me, infiltrating every square inch of my body.

I gulped in a mouthful of air, coming close to losing it.

Maybe I was drowning.

It couldn’t be held in anymore. I let out a loud cry as I fell over the edge. Jacob’s pace quickened, his heated face close to my cheek. He rocked a few more times, falling with me. I held his back as he stilled on top of me, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

Jacob rolled to the side and wrapped an arm around my bare hips. He glanced at the clock. “It’s almost Christmas.”

“Best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.” I nuzzled closer to him, wanting to inhale the scent of his skin.

“Same here.” He caressed the top of my hand with his thumb. “Hey,” he said with my mood ring between his thumb and pointer. “It changed color.”

I held up my hand to see. Instead of the usual black, the ring was dark blue.

“What does that color mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” It was a lie.

He propped up on his elbow and stroked the top of my head. My eyelids fell shut. Lying there next to him, I was minutes from sleep.

I felt the mattress shift. Jacob slid out of the bed and scooped his boxers off the floor to put them on.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

He looked back at me like it should have been obvious. “I’m going back to my room.” He kissed the tip of my nose twice, and my lips once. “Goodnight, Maeve.”

He turned to head out, but I reached out for his arm. “Wait. Don’t go.”

He stopped by the threshold of the door. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I

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