Hello Stranger Read online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
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He sucked me. Lip smacks mixed with a twist of his tongue, a rhythm that drove me crazy as I squirmed. Yes. Yes. Fucking hell, yes.

My legs wrapped around his shoulders like a vice, but it didn’t make a difference. He was in control, in power, the force in the fury of my love. Because I was furious. I was furious that he’d cut me out. I was furious that he’d tried so hard to leave me behind. I was furious that he didn’t answer me, when I was reaching out. So, I told him so, I found my hiss of a voice amongst the passion.

“Why the fuck didn’t you invite me to the funeral, Logan?”

He met my eyes, and his were as shuttered as ever, even through his need for my flesh.

“Because a funeral means nothing, Chloe. I expected just me and a coffin. It’s just a tick box ritual that people gloss up to be some spectacle of a circus show.”

But no. It wasn’t. And he knew it. I knew he did. Even his shuttered eyes couldn’t hide his real soul through his words.

“You know that’s bullshit,” I said. “You know it means something. You felt it today.”

“I don’t give a fuck what I felt today,” he grunted at me. “I just want to feel you now.”

He picked up the rhythm and I sank right back into his touch. I gripped his hair tight, tugging as he squirmed his tongue against my clit. The smooth patches of his scalp were silk against my fingers, just as his lips were silk against my body. I couldn’t hold back. Not for a second. I squealed the house down, riding the waves, then I panted, shuddering, the nerves still cresting, cresting, tingling.

And he didn’t stop.

Even when I moaned at the tender spark of my clit as his tongue kept on digging, he didn’t stop.

He pushed three fingers inside my pussy, and slipped one back for my ass, and this time the bucks were straight from my hips, my palms crushing bread and strawberry jam against the worktop.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He was rough as he stretched me. His eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen them when he stared up at me, his tongue still lapping at my clit. My head fell back and I was lost to the second burst of sensations, shaking and shuddering right the way through.

“I hope you’re ready for a long fucking night,” he said, and his tongue kept on moving.

I was ready for a long fucking night, alright. I was ready for a long fucking lifetime with Logan Hall.

So I told him so. I met his eyes and I told him so, my voice alive with the passion.

I’m ready for a long fucking lifetime with you, Logan.

That’s when I felt it. Saw it. Sensed it. The change in his stare. The change in his stance. He tensed, and darkened even more, and that ocean inside him was a hurricane.

I didn’t get it. Didn’t understand. And he didn’t give me chance to, just roughed his fingers up some more and thrusted another two into my ass. I don’t know how I managed it, but I raised my heels up on the countertop and spread my legs as far as they would go. My pussy was spread wide between them, exposed in every scrap of its intimacy, and I wanted that, I wanted to bare it all to him.

That’s when he surprised me to a whole other level.

That’s when he palm-slapped my clit. A sharp little tap that had me yelping.

“You’d better be a good girl for me tonight, Chloe. I’m going to take every little bit of you and make you mine.”

“I’m already yours,” I said back, still catching my breath.

He slapped me again. I liked it. Liked it even though it hurt. Liked the dark stare from his eyes.

“More,” I whispered.

“My fucking pleasure,” he said and ran his tongue up my pussy lips first, flicked at my clit and then slapped me hard.

I bucked and I cursed and I loved it, a sharp shock of physical pain to dull the pain inside.

He gave me another slap, and I moaned for him. He gave me another and I bucked and cursed some more. I didn’t know this part of myself – needy in a whole new sense of the word, right from the pit of me.

This wasn’t Chloe Sutton, the bouncy little jitterbug who smiled at the world, this was a whole different Chloe. A Chloe who felt the roughness of the depths, and the pain in the waters, and still craved the love in Logan’s arms.

“Kiss it better,” I said and he grinned right up at me before peppering my clit with soft little kisses that had me sizzling through. He straightened up, and his chest was magnificent, even more so with his scar stretching right the way around his side. I loved him like that. Worshipped him like that.


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