That Girl is Mine - Part Two Read Online Free PDF

know he’s my friend. And I feel like the biggest fucking douche on the planet for feeling this way. But, I can’t help it – every time I look at you, I just feel this…this need inside me, and it’s eating me up. I need you, Avery. I’ve never needed anyone in my entire life. And I can’t…I can’t turn away from that feeling. I’m sorry it puts you in a bad position. I know it does. But, I can’t walk away. Not when I feel like this.”
    Her eyes move between mine, shining brightly with emotion as she takes in a stuttered breath. She opens her mouth as if to say something. Then she clamps her lips together and shakes her head, her face crumpling before she covers it with her hands and sobs.
    Quickly, I move around the counter and wrap her in my arms, feeling like even more of a dickhead for making her cry. I’m being selfish. I know I’m being selfish. But, I need her. I’ve never needed anyone.
    “I’m sorry,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s just how I feel.”
    She looks up at me, her expression furrowed as she shakes her head. I wipe at her tears, my heart aching as I try to comfort her, knowing I’m causing this pain. “I don’t know how I feel, Dylan. I’m just… I’m just so confused.”
    “I know,” I whisper, smoothing my hands across her cheeks and into her hair. I press a kiss to her forehead. “I know,” I whisper again. Then I press a kiss to her cheek, before I meet her eyes, looking into them like I’m trying to look into her soul. “I know.” Then I close my mouth over hers and kiss her with absolutely everything I have in me, showing her what she does to me by pouring so much emotion into her that it feels like an out of body experience.
    I let go of my mind and just follow the feeling, as her body melts into mine and her arms wrap around my torso, her hands gripping the back of my shirt. I feel her nails scrape against my skin, and a chill runs through me that sets my body on fire, spurring me on.
    My hands move down her body, gripping at her hips then pulling her against me, loving the fact she moans into my mouth when my cock presses against her stomach. I reach down and lift her off the ground, my fingers digging into her ass as I place her on the counter and continue kissing her with a fervor unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
    I need her. I need her. I need her.

Avery
    His fingers slide beneath my shirt, skimming across my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. It feels like every molecule in my body is screaming for his to somehow merge with mine. I want him. I need him. I need this. I need more.
    I drop my head back as his kisses move from my mouth along my jaw then into the curve of my neck. His fingers find their way to my breast, and he moans when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. He kneads the tender flesh, his hand scorching into my skin, as he pinches my nipple, sending bolts of lust down to my core.
    Then he moves his hands again, placing them on my hips before he pulls me tight against him, grinding his hard rod between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as my mouth falls open in a gasp and my hands immediately move to his shirt, revealing his spectacularly toned body.
    He drops it on the floor, lifting my shirt off as well, before swiftly tugging down my jeans and discarding his gym pants. Then before we have even a beat to change our minds, I wrap my legs around him, and take him inside me, my core stretching and pulling as it settles around his girth and slowly absorbs his length. I shudder. I moan, and my body sings because this is exactly what it wanted – what it needed. I needed him inside me, like I needed air to breathe.
    Oh god, this feels like so much more than sex. It feels like more than making love. It feels like the stars and the moon and the universe. It feels like everything. It feels like all, and as I scream out, my body shuddering as my core explodes around him, I call his name, kissing him