You’re a thick fuck! What the hell happened tonight? You just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. If you’d had your way, she would have been bent over the bike, taking it from behind, hard and fast, virgin or not. You’re not meant to be feeling anything for her, remember?
My head was yelling at me to leave the poor blind girl alone but seeing her arrive at my house, wearing those damn fine, slick leather pants and jacket had pushed me over to the dark side. The wild part of me that didn’t give a toss about reason. A part of me that solely functioned on feeling. Okay and my dick had been begging for release too as I’d watched her dance that pretty ass off and shake those gorgeous hips. I still had blue balls from the consuming sexual need and fuck me, if feeling those long legs wrapped around my thighs on the ride home hadn’t nearly sent me over the edge, then that kiss had drawn some leakage from me. Hearing her throaty little moans as I’d let her explore the silver in my mouth had almost been too much.
After dropping her off, I’d come back to a house I didn’t recognize. Bodies passed out in various places throughout, including the backyard. One guy was sleeping, standing up next to the refrigerator, leaning against the cupboards with a beer still in his hand. A girl whom I didn’t recognize looked like a snow angel spread out on the grass out back along with a couple of guys that had been sitting in the chairs on the lawn when I’d taken Holly to the bench to talk. Thankfully my bedroom was empty. Leah had been dirty dancing with Micah who had obviously been offering her more alcohol because in the space of time I’d been away, I could tell she was off her tree. I called her a cab, letting Micah know and then I’d bid my friends a fond farewell and escaped into the quiet of my room.
It had been around 3am when the house had stilled, music turned off and voices gone.
Now as I gripped my cock, lying in bed naked, all I could think of was a leather-clad Holly and what her reaction would be if I stripped her bare and spread those creamy white thighs so I could delve my tongue inside her, using the stud to stroke her g-spot.
Oh yeah. There’s so much I could teach little Miss Prim and Proper. So much pleasure I could give her.
We don’t choose fate. It chooses us. Or so we are led to believe.
Holly Jenkins is about to receive a new heart, thanks to a donor match from accident victim, Chloe McQuade.
The victim’s boyfriend, Bad boy Jax, is angry and grieving for his lost love. He hates everything and everyone, including Holly. It isn’t until he meets her that he realizes there is something about her he can’t explain.
Could it be the beating heart of his dead girlfriend - the very one he owned, that calls to him?
Is the intense pull towards Jax coming from Holly’s own emotions or are they Chloe’s? And why is she suddenly craving things she never has before?
How do they decide what’s real and what’s not?
Is fate at play or is it something more?
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