Page 47 of Boarded Hearts

Dark wavy hair falls over his slick forehead, resting across his intense, feral eyes. “You’re such a greedy girl for me aren’t you, Angel? I love it. Now come, scream my name, and make my wildest fantasies come true.”

His filthy mouth sends me over the edge, and I go off like a firework, sparks dancing at the corners of my vision as he delivers the greatest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. All without ever touching me below the waist.

I’m in so deep with this man, and I’m running out of excuses to deny it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JON

What the fuck is that noise?

Prying an eyelid open, I’m immediately met with bright sunshine illuminating the entire room. Jesus, Felicity’s blinds are as effective as the heating in this place.

But I can hardly complain given who I’m tangled up with. My girl, the only woman I’ve ever wanted like this, and here I am, in her bed, having spent the night with her. My face is buried in her silky hair as it cascades across the pillow, infusing my senses with her signature scent. Her body is pressed flush against mine, with my right arm tucked beneath, holding her to me firmly. I woke up this way, and I wonder if subconsciously, I’ve held her like this all night.

Unsurprisingly I have a raging boner and a serious case of blue balls. My cock is resting against her ass, nestled between her silk-clad cheeks.It’s perfection and torture all at the same time. Have I been hard all night? Probably. After I made Felicity come just from sucking her nipples and shamelessly grinding against her like a horny teenager, I pulled her into my arms and held her until she fell asleep. It took me a while to drift off, my mind caught between the realization that I’m finally making progress with the only woman who’s ever captured my heart, and murderous thoughts about Elliott, whose face I’d love to connect with my fist right about now. Men, and I use that term loosely, like him give guys a bad name. They don’t deserve to breathe the same oxygen as women like Felicity, let alone marry them and get to call them theirs. He treated her like some sort of possession above his fireplace, a pawn in his life, and it pisses me off.

Buzz buzz.

My phone on the nightstand lights up with a text notification.

Carefully, I scoot my arm out from under Felicity and turn to grab it.

Zach

I’m in your apartment lobby but apparently you aren’t home…?

He sent the text fifteen minutes ago. Shit. I quickly write him back.

Me

No, I’m out. What’s up?

Was going to take you out for breakfast. Woo you with some pancakes. It’s cheat day.

I’ll have to take a raincheck, buddy. I won’t be home for a while.

Where are you?

As my best friend, I hate keeping things from him, but I don’t know how much Felicity would be comfortable with me sharing.

Out. Anyway, why are you on my side of town?

I look at the time. Jesus, it’s only just turned eight on a Sunday morning, and he’s outside my place?

It’s just hit eight in the fucking morning.

More to the point, where have you been?

Nice deflection. As you’re my bro, and bros tell each other everything, right? I didn’t go home last night.

Who did you go home with?

…

I stayed at Amie’s.

Ah fuck.

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