Adrenaline: An Ode to Love and Heartbreak Read Online Free PDF

behind it, a beautiful happy trail forms a golden shadow.
    “Wow,” I sort of mutter.
    He’s fast when he rips open a condom and wraps himself. Then, he slinks in over me, and my body flushes with adrenaline. The fear it induces dissipates quickly, though, because I know this won’t be like with Bo; this is easy, a one-timer, and I won’t be sad once Cam is gone.
    “Ready, kitty cat?” Cam prowls in over me, causing me to giggle. With one hand, he reaches between us, skims a hip and down the inside of my thigh. Two fingers spread my secretions over my clit a few times before they dip in to feel me. The smallest sound of moisture fills the air when he withdraws them, and he stills for a second. I hold my breath, stupidly embarrassed.
    “Ah, man,” is all he says, voice thick.
    Then, he’s on me. His weight is heavy as he presses against my opening. The head goes in first, and I instinctively clamp around him, welcoming him. Apart from our shaky breaths, there’s only silence around us now. It seems my body is shutting him up.
    A snore from Dan’s bed breaks the quiet. I tense, but Cameron’s flow doesn’t change. He slides in farther, giving me more of his length, and I’m so full—the moment is so full, I can’t remember Bo’s face at all.
    “Shit, you’re tight, Inga. Is this okay?”
    My head arches back. I’m pure sensation. A cocktail of pleasure strumming nipples into even stiffer buds. “Yeah. More—all…” I’m having a hard time forming words, but he gets what I beg of him. Cameron eases himself inside of me as I spread my legs farther. I want to feel every inch of him as deep as I can.
    “You love me deep, huh,” he puffs as if reading my thoughts. “Damn, kitty, you feel good.”
    My breath is doing its own thing. I sound like I’m sobbing. I’m loving, loving the sensation of him.
    He starts moving slowly. Barely inching out before he nudges back in. My arms go around his waist and trail down to his ass. I revel in him against me, balls hitting my butt as he speeds up.
    My moans escape on their own. I try to subdue them, but it’s difficult when I’d rather cry out with pleasure. His rhythm is intense, sure, building me up. He’s hitting that spot inside of me. “You enjoying my peanut?” he asks, thrusting deep. I moan again.
    “Hmm?” he insists, rocking into me, causing the bed to squeak.
    “So…” I begin, but I can hardly finish a coherent thought, much less be a smart aleck right now, “Full…”
    “Full, huh?”
    I squeal, pitch too high when he gives me another hard thrust.
    “…of himself,” I manage the second before I lose control over my body and shake around him.

    Damn, that was epic. Ingela’s hot, but—fuck me. At the moment, the girl’s buried deep under my covers, mumbling something incoherent. I duck under, brushing disheveled hair from eyes I barely distinguish in the dark. “What’re you talking about?”
    “It’s your fault—you made me cry out.”
    “Hell yeah, I did.” It’s way too warm under here.
    “You’re such a dick. Why did we go to your place when I have my own room in my apartment?”
    Ingela’s never mad, so I’m not worried. She’s simply a believer in strong words and speaking one’s mind. “Dan would have woken up eventually anyway,” I explain. “Wouldn’t you, Dan?” I dip out to stare at my buddy. “You’d have woken up at some point, right?”
    “Uh-huh. Still, though, dude. Whoever you’ve got under there’s a loud one.” He decides to be polite and adds, “Hi, girl.”
    Her response is three fingertips appearing from beneath my blankets in a wiggle-wave.
    “Shy one? From the sound of things, I’d have never guessed.” Dan isn’t making it any easier on her, which cracks me up.
    “Naw, she’s not the timid type. And you’ve met her plenty of times. It’s—” Before I can say her name, she sits up, abominable-snowman style, blankets draped over her head and arms as she draws me down in what