27 Truths: Ava's story (The Truth About Love Book 1) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Mj Fields
hops out of his truck and heads inside the Super Eight in Dryden, the next town over. He is gone long enough for me to become more anxious and far less brave than I felt when he was in the truck. The thought brings clarity.
With him, I feel stronger .
When he comes out, he opens my door and steps back. I reach out my hand for him to take. He helps me out and then releases my hand so he can hit the key fob and lock the door. Then he turns and walks toward the door.
I follow him.
As soon as I walk through the door, he turns, wraps his arm around my waist, lifts me, and shuts the door.
My heart is pounding against his, his against mine. I look into his eyes, and my breath is lost. I have to look away.
“With me?” he asks as he gives my hips a squeeze.
I nod. Then I glance up into his eyes.
They show signs of age and sadness. That’s new.
I can’t help myself from reaching up and rubbing my thumbs along the sides of his eyes.
“You worry too much.”
He pulls away from my touch slowly and loosens his grip, allowing my body to slide down his until my feet hit the floor.
“Let’s fuck.” The words come out just as raw and needy as they do every time we’re together. The sound of his voice, like gravel, lightly scratches my insides like it always has.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. His hungry mouth takes mine fiercely, and I groan into his. With his other hand, he cups me, and I can’t hold back the cry that leaves my throat.
He breaks our kiss and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it up.
“Hurry,” I quietly beg.
We both kick off our shoes as he unhooks my bra, and I unfasten his belt.
“Hurry,” I beg a bit more loudly as I allow my bra to fall from my arms and immediately unfasten his belt then push down his pants and boxers.
My body is seconds from falling apart, and he isn’t even inside me.
I whimper as he pulls off both my sweatpants and thong in one swift movement.
“Hurry,” I close my eyes and beg as he pulls his sweatshirt free.
Keeping my eyes closed, I hold his hips and try to slow down my pace as I run my hands up his strong body.
“Hurry,” I say as I run my hands up his biceps, his shoulders, and link them together behind his neck.
God, I’ve missed you, I think as he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his hips.
He thrusts inside me fully, holding nothing back.
“Yes,” he hisses as he pushes me up against the wall and takes me hard and fast with urgency and need.
“Damn you, Ava,” he curses the pleasure he gets from me as he moves his body, taking what he needs from me, giving me what I need from him.
“Can’t hold back,” he grunts as his pace hastens.
“Don’t you dare,” I cry as I meet his thrusts.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on to him more tightly than ever before, feeling his body calling mine to release almost immediately.
I bite down on his shoulder, and my back hits the wall as he fucks me harder, faster, and without restraint or apology.
We come together, and to me, it’s a sign that the universe has finally aligned. This is our time. His and mine, mine and his. And I know the minute I tell him I love him, everything will be as it should.
When my legs stop trembling, I unhook my ankles from behind him, and he pulls out of me.
“Need a couple minutes,” he says, avoiding eye contact as he walks to the bed.
His ass is magnificent: hard, tight, muscular.
I watch as he kicks off his pants and sits at the end of the bed then sighs before looking at me. “You need to clean up?”
“Oh.” I nod. “Yeah, I should.”
I walk quickly into the bathroom and take care of our … love?
Wow, that’s a first. How does one broach that subject? Do I even need to? He wouldn’t put me in harm’s way any more than I would him. I’m sure it’s fine.
After cleaning up, I grab a towel and walk out of the bathroom toward the bed.
He’s lying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other over his eyes.
With him, I feel stronger .
When he comes out, he opens my door and steps back. I reach out my hand for him to take. He helps me out and then releases my hand so he can hit the key fob and lock the door. Then he turns and walks toward the door.
I follow him.
As soon as I walk through the door, he turns, wraps his arm around my waist, lifts me, and shuts the door.
My heart is pounding against his, his against mine. I look into his eyes, and my breath is lost. I have to look away.
“With me?” he asks as he gives my hips a squeeze.
I nod. Then I glance up into his eyes.
They show signs of age and sadness. That’s new.
I can’t help myself from reaching up and rubbing my thumbs along the sides of his eyes.
“You worry too much.”
He pulls away from my touch slowly and loosens his grip, allowing my body to slide down his until my feet hit the floor.
“Let’s fuck.” The words come out just as raw and needy as they do every time we’re together. The sound of his voice, like gravel, lightly scratches my insides like it always has.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. His hungry mouth takes mine fiercely, and I groan into his. With his other hand, he cups me, and I can’t hold back the cry that leaves my throat.
He breaks our kiss and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it up.
“Hurry,” I quietly beg.
We both kick off our shoes as he unhooks my bra, and I unfasten his belt.
“Hurry,” I beg a bit more loudly as I allow my bra to fall from my arms and immediately unfasten his belt then push down his pants and boxers.
My body is seconds from falling apart, and he isn’t even inside me.
I whimper as he pulls off both my sweatpants and thong in one swift movement.
“Hurry,” I close my eyes and beg as he pulls his sweatshirt free.
Keeping my eyes closed, I hold his hips and try to slow down my pace as I run my hands up his strong body.
“Hurry,” I say as I run my hands up his biceps, his shoulders, and link them together behind his neck.
God, I’ve missed you, I think as he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his hips.
He thrusts inside me fully, holding nothing back.
“Yes,” he hisses as he pushes me up against the wall and takes me hard and fast with urgency and need.
“Damn you, Ava,” he curses the pleasure he gets from me as he moves his body, taking what he needs from me, giving me what I need from him.
“Can’t hold back,” he grunts as his pace hastens.
“Don’t you dare,” I cry as I meet his thrusts.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on to him more tightly than ever before, feeling his body calling mine to release almost immediately.
I bite down on his shoulder, and my back hits the wall as he fucks me harder, faster, and without restraint or apology.
We come together, and to me, it’s a sign that the universe has finally aligned. This is our time. His and mine, mine and his. And I know the minute I tell him I love him, everything will be as it should.
When my legs stop trembling, I unhook my ankles from behind him, and he pulls out of me.
“Need a couple minutes,” he says, avoiding eye contact as he walks to the bed.
His ass is magnificent: hard, tight, muscular.
I watch as he kicks off his pants and sits at the end of the bed then sighs before looking at me. “You need to clean up?”
“Oh.” I nod. “Yeah, I should.”
I walk quickly into the bathroom and take care of our … love?
Wow, that’s a first. How does one broach that subject? Do I even need to? He wouldn’t put me in harm’s way any more than I would him. I’m sure it’s fine.
After cleaning up, I grab a towel and walk out of the bathroom toward the bed.
He’s lying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other over his eyes.
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