Fall Guy (A Youngblood Book) by Reinhardt, Liz (knowledgeable books to read TXT) 📕

I wind my arms around him and crush back. I wrap myself in him, drape him over me, let him closer than I've ever let anyone before. My body shakes, not from lust this time, but from a feeling that wells deep in me. I feel the hot slide of tears dripping out of my clamped eyes. His heartbeat is wild against my chest.

I feel like my heart is tearing to get out of my body. I take a long drag of air, inhaling the smell of the two of us, his skin and mine, our sweat. I press my lips to his neck, his mouth, and my hands reach to the back of his head and pull him hard against me.

The pace is frantic now, and we're both lost in this crazed, strange, scary, wonderful moment that's getting bigger and stronger than either one of us can safely manage, like a deep, powerful wave about to pound a previously untouched shore.

A gasp and a groan stutter out of his throat, and then he gathers my body tight and fits it to his, pulls his mouth just a fraction of an inch from mine, and the strangled words he grits out pulverize any sense of disconnect I could have hidden behind.

"Evan, I love you. I love you. Evan."

Then our world eclipses, dark and and strangely new, frightening except for that fact that he's here, with me, protecting my heart, and he loves me.

He loves me.

I hold him close and let the tears course out without any shame.

He loves me.

Winch 11

The sex...

Sex with her...

Being with Evan...

My mind is like a strobe, pulsing with a thousand different thoughts and ideas. Her body, naked, hot, sticky with sweat, is pressed along mine, and her breath is panting in quick bursts against my neck, which is moist from her tears. I have no idea why she's crying, but I feel...I feel the overwhelming urge to...? To do something slightly stupid, without analyzing or hyper-focusing.

I pull her up by the hand. "Let's go."

Her face is streaked with smudged makeup and leftover tears. And she looks so goddamn beautiful, it grabs at me and shakes me hard.

"Where?" she asks, blinking uncertainly.

I've never been big on parading around naked. My parents raised us to be modest, and, if anyone in our family was going to streak, it's Remy, who would feel comfortable enough just letting it all hang out no matter where he was or who he was around.

Not me. I'm sensible fucking Winchester, the guy who cleans up after everyone else's messes, the guy who keeps his emotions under control and his damn clothes on.

Except that's not me tonight.

I roll the condom off and throw it out, not even minding that Evan sees me do it. For the first time in my life, I'm with someone who accepts everything about me, even the things I have to hide from all the other people in my life. She's opened something deep in me, and I'm not ready to put a lid back on it.

"C'mon, gorgeous." I reach my hand out and she scoots off the bed and takes it. "Feel like a swim?"

I know this stretch of road her grandparents' house is on pretty well. All older people, vacation homes. It's late on a Sunday night. No one's gonna be out now. Not that I'd care at this minute if there was an entire stadium of people watching.

"In the ocean?" The look on her face is a mixture of amusement and surprise.

I love that I'm surprising her. Hell, I'm surprising myself.

"Are you worried?"

I pull her close, and the feel of her in my arms makes me want to push her back on the bed and start again, building her up from cool and calm to panting and begging for me.

"The tide will be strong right now." She trails her finger down my chest, from the center of my collarbones all the way down until I feel the beginnings of a hard-on starting again. "And my grandparents have a really killer pool. And a hot-tub."

She arches one eyebrow, and, somehow, even with all her naked glory right in front of my face, that eyebrow is what turns me on hardcore.

It takes every fucking ounce of my self-control to say the next three words.

"Lead the way."

My phone is on the floor, in the pocket of my pants, unchecked. My family is probably gathering to watch a movie. The guys are all around the television with beer and pretzels, the women will drift in and out of the kitchen with their glasses of wine and, later, coffee. It's the same thing that's happened in my family's house on a Sunday night for as long as I can remember.

And I'm not there.

I don't want to be there. I chose not to be there. I chose this night, alone, private and doing whatever the hell I feel like doing with a girl who drives me wild and makes me question every damn thing I ever thought I knew.

A girl I love.

I love her.

I check out the sweet sway of her ass, shaped exactly like a plump little upside-down heart. I follow it until she dives, clean and smooth, off the side of the deck and into the pool, not even checking the temperature of the water.

Usually I'd be the guy standing on the side, fully dressed, arms crossed, attention focused on keeping everything calm. Tonight that guy is put away, and someone careless and wild is standing in his place.

I dive in, the cold bite of the water such a shock, I come up sputtering. "Damn, girl! You could have warned me it's Arctic temperatures in here."

I notice now that Evan's teeth are chattering just slightly. "Live a little. And come here to me. I'll keep you warm."

I swim over to her and hook an arm around her waist, pulling her to me for a damp kiss. Her skin bobs next to mine, like velvet under the water, brushing and rubbing