A WHY CHOOSE NOVEL
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Can you withstand the pain and criticism?
Hunter Anderson, Garrett Reid, Blaise Dawson and Ashton Hernandez are mine. They may be a little broken, hurt, and constantly distressed but they...
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TESTING PATIENCE
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Hell fucking yes, firefly. Fucking straddle me and grind yourself on me like the needy girl you are.
God, I fucking missed this.
Actually, fuck that, it's half of a lie. I just missed her in general. Like a completely obsessed man.
I missed her so fucking much that I'm pretty sure I'm going to release by her just griding on me. I felt like a teenager again for fucks sake. Jesus Christ.
I help her out of her sweater and then her bra. I instantly crave her soft skin against my lips. I want to kiss, suck and mark every inch of her body.
I begin to kiss then suck on her skin making sure to leave noticeable marks. So fucking sweet and beautiful. She's the definition of perfection and God how much I have missed her.
This was the only thing that kept me motivated to get through the stupid long days with my family and Nichole.
Knowing I was coming back to this, back to her was like the only motivation I needed to keep me sane and focused on keeping my fucking shit straight.
"I want you." She whispers against my mouth in a half moan and half whimper.
She wanted me but fuck did I need her.
Like if she's my own personal drug. The most addicting drug in the fucking world. The most high-end drug on the fucking planet. A drug that has a kick of strawberry to it.
I look over at Hunter and see him nod. In fact, they all nod.
I knew they were basically waiting on me since that's what we agreed upon, but this didn't feel right. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Not at random and definitely not in the couch of Garrett's guest room.
"Violet," I pull away from her. "Not here. Let's go upstairs-"
She cuts me off by taking my hands and putting them on her breasts. "But I want you, right now. It's been too long." She softly runs her hands through my hair. "Please, Blaise."
