Dead End: Midnight Hollow by Penn Cassidy (best e reader for epub txt) 📕

bent slightly, hooked his hands beneath my thighs, and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. I yelped and tried to brace my hands on the mattress, but I made no move to stop him.

He was between my thighs, and I was acutely aware of the fact that I didn’t have anything on under this shirt. His hands slid over my exposed skin, and chills sprouted all over. His eyes were molten as his gaze roved my face, settling at last on my lips.

“I’ve said a lot of dumbass shit this last year, and every single word was a lie. But I swear to you,” he lowered his face to mine slowly, “I’d never joke about something like this. I never stopped loving you, not once. There wasn’t a single day I didn’t hate myself for the things I said and did to you, but I needed you to come back. I needed you to snap out of it and show some fucking emotion.”

I had no words, but my eyes were on his lips now as his face came closer. I wanted nothing more than to kiss the shit out of him. It had been so long since I let myself imagine what it would be like to have him.

“Tell me you feel something right now,” he said in a whisper. “Tell me you want me to make you feel something, and I’ll do it. I swear to god, October, just tell me you’re back with me right here and now and—”

I met him the rest of the way, grasping the sides of his face to pull him in tighter. He groaned into my mouth and pushed me backwards, crawling on top of me with a sinful as hell gleam in his eyes. His hands were braced on the mattress on either side of my head as he devoured my lips. He tasted like spiced cider and chocolate, and had my eyes practically rolling backwards. Touching him felt so good, I thought I might explode from the inside, and fire slid through my body as the pleasure consumed me.

I pulled his lips from mine and looked into his eyes as I said, “I never meant to hurt you…”

“I know,” he whispered, peppering me with a few quick kisses. “And I never meant to hurt you, not really. I just wanted you back so bad. I never told you when I had the chance, but I’ve loved you since we were eight years old and I’ve never stopped loving you since. I don’t care if you’re with the guys, too. We’ve all been obsessed with you since we first met but were too afraid to make a move. I don’t care as long as you know I never stopped for a fucking second.”

“I love you too, you asshole,” I giggled, biting my lip. “I’ve been obsessed with you since I knew what boys were. I wish I’d known sooner. I wish—”

“There’s no changing what happened. I wouldn’t even if I could. Something tells me we were meant to end up here, and I, for one…” tilting his head, he placed a gentle kiss on the side of my neck, “am really liking where this is going…” Another sensuous kiss lingered on my collarbone.

“Say it again…”

“I’m liking where—”

“Not that,” I said through a chuckle. “Say it again…”

A few more light kisses had me squirming as he smiled slowly against my throat. “I love you,” he whispered, and the chill those words gave me licked up my spine. I shivered. “I fucking love you,” he said again, just for good measure.

Now that the ice had been broken, I decided I’d never get tired of hearing those words. I’d wished for them for so long, fantasized about what it would be like to hear them from his lips.

He scooted us up my mattress with an arm around my waist, and I grasped onto his wide shoulders, fingers digging into his shirt. His mouth met mine again as his hands smoothed up my thighs. “Tell me you want this,” he said as his fingers went higher. “If you want me to stop, I will, but you have to tell me it’s okay. After what happened tonight…” He grew tense the moment he said it, as if he were reliving the moment they found me out on the street, crawling for my life.

“You know I do,” I said. “I—”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he growled as the tips of his fingers reached my pussy, lightly sliding around my wet lips.

I must have made some kind of noise as he spread me open, but I didn’t know. My head tipped backwards, eyes rolling as his fingers grazed my swollen clit. My body was ready for anything he had in store, and my thighs parted even further. I was suddenly more thankful than ever that I slept without pants on.

My legs were shaking as he stroked me. His movements got faster, little by little, building up just the right amount of pressure to have me grinding against his fingers. I was trying to stay silent, knowing the others were just on the other side of my bedroom walls, not to mention the fact that my aunties were puttering somewhere around the house.

I felt one of his palms press down on my abdomen, holding my hips down as he made his way down my body, until he was peppering soft little kisses up my inner thigh. I was breathing in short bursts now as his mouth got higher and closer to where I needed him most. I’d never had a guy go down on me before. Norman had been my first and only, so I was completely out of my league when it came to anything sexual. In the year that followed my parents’ death, sex hadn’t even been on my radar, save for the odd lonely nights remembering the good days.

But right now, I had a need building inside me that was ready to explode. I