Torn - Part 1: The Torn Series by Ellen Callahan Read Free Book Online Page A

shock at his statement. “You’re pretty cocky, aren’t you?” I knew I’d made a mistake as soon as the words were out of my mouth.
    “Honey, you have no idea,” he said. He bit his lip and rocked his hips at me, just as a joke, just once, but I blushed anyway. Arousal coursed through me at his mocking suggestion. I took a long swallow from my glass to hide my face, but he’d seen it. His tone changed as he pulled me closer.
    “You want to,” he breathed against my ear. “Say yes.”
    A hundred protests ran through my brain. A thousand reasons not to, the top ones being “I’m not that sort of girl,” “I’m hung up on an ex and still in limbo over it,” “What if I embarrass myself somehow,” and so on for ages.
    His fingers traced slow circles on my back as he waited for an answer.
    And what if I get awkward over it? The band is his employer, what if it causes weirdness with the girls?
    The unconcealed lust in his eyes called to me.
    And am I even ready? I was pretty angry with Tyler. I wasn’t even sad anymore, I just felt defeated. Had I truly given up hope?
    He leaned down and kissed my neck, softly, just a warm brush of his lips against the sensitive skin. It made my breath catch.
    What if he thinks I’m a slut or something?
    “Riley,” he whispered, “I want to make you come, baby. I want to pin you under me and wipe all that stress off your face.” His fingers stroked my arms. “Let me take you home. Let me fuck you and satisfy you like no man ever has.”
    Whoa. I was far into uncharted territory. Whatever resolve I had crumbled with his seductive tone and his hot promises. No one had ever spoken to me like that before.
    I released a shaky breath that I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. “Talk about an offer you can’t refuse,” I said weakly.
    “Don’t joke. Just say yes.”
    “Yes.” I said it before my stupid brain could catch up and defy my body’s desires. I wanted this. I wanted him. It was past time to stop being so scared and so cautious. “Yes.”
    He stepped back a fraction and raised his glass to me. “Finish your beer.” Then he winked - it was that same arrogant wink he’d given me the first night we’d met, back when I’d seen him fight. Back when I’d had a boyfriend. It had done things to me even then.
    I was ready. I was going to do this. I’d never chugged a beer so quickly in my life.
     
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    He drove me crazy on the train ride back home. His fingers traveled up my skirt, teasing, just inching along until I protested as if we were playing a naughty game of chicken. He kissed my neck whenever I turned away to blush. The city was working in our favor that night - we waited for our transfer for less than five minutes, a damn miracle at that hour. That train was much less crowded and he pulled me onto his lap as we passed into Queens.
    “What are you doing?” I hissed, casting my eyes about the car. No one was paying us any attention beyond disinterested glances.
    “I want to show you how bad I want you,” he said as I settled across his legs, and sure enough, I could feel his hardness straining against his pants. I tried to stifle a grin. I did that. That’s for me. It was hard to tell much in our position but it did not feel insubstantial. I leaned into him and thought, mine.
    His apartment was on the fourth floor in a small multi-family building that only had five apartments. The elevator was out of order, so he pushed me ahead of him up the stairs, shamelessly grinning at the view as he walked up behind me.
    “Pervert,” I teased.
    “You have no idea.”
    Once inside I barely had a chance to get a look at the space. He shut the door behind us and didn’t turn on any of the lights, instead taking me by the hand and leading me through into his bedroom.
    He whirled me around and pressed me against the door. His lips descended onto mine before my head could stop spinning.
    I melted into him. He was so big and