Torn - Part Two (The Torn Series) by Ellen Callahan Read Free Book Online

even knew her last name, or if “Dee” was even the girl’s real name, or short for something, or completely made up. I still didn’t know how they’d gotten tangled up together - Surly wouldn’t tell me - but it was a godawful mess with no sign of getting better.
     
    Shit. And I thought I’d had it tough with Riley. It made our issues look downright petty. “You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can do?” I asked.
     
    “Yeah,” he said, waving me away, “Go back to your girl. I’m heading out for a while but I’ll text you later.”
     
    Heading out to look for her. “Okay, man.” I clapped him on the shoulder and squeezed once, and smiled a grim little smile. Then he broke away and disappeared back inside his room.
     
    I turned off the TV before returning to Riley, suddenly just grateful that she was warm and safe in my bed. I knelt over her and leaned down to kiss her neck, loving the way she slowly stirred awake with a soft little gasp. “Morning,” I grinned.
     
    She rolled onto her back and pulled my head down to hers. I could feel her lips curve into a smile with her kiss. “Morning,” she said. Her eyes were still half-closed but she traced her hands down my chest to the hem of my boxers. “Get enough sleep?”
     
    “Yeah, baby, why? Want to do something?”
     
    She giggled. “Hmm. How would you answer that?” She dropped her voice in imitation of me, “Yeah, I wanna do you.”
     
    “Funny,” I said. I wiped the smile off her face when I reached between us and brushed her between her legs, over her little blue panties. Her grin faded as her lips parted.
     
    I took that as an invitation; I thrust my tongue inside her mouth while grinding against her, my morning hard-on straining for freedom. Her legs wrapped around my thighs as she angled herself for more contact.
     
    I had to make her come again - there was nothing more important to me in that moment. I moved further down her body, kissing her neck, pausing to kiss her breasts and sink my teeth into the soft flesh, tugging her panties down at the same time. I tossed them aside and she parted her legs in an undeniable invitation.
     
    “You’re so fucking sexy,” I growled as I traced my fingers through her wetness. I waited until she was looking at me, eyes wide, bottom lip trapped between her little white teeth as she trembled with anticipation. Only then did I move in and taste her, attack her soft and sensitive pink folds with lips and teeth and tongue.
     
    She bucked beneath me and moaned, but I wrapped my hands around her waist and held her pinned to my mattress. I was on a mission. I found the pace that made her writhe and stuck to it, relentlessly attacking her most sensitive places while I slid two fingers deep inside her. She was always so wet for me, so hot, so perfect. I felt drugged as I consumed her, my focus narrowed to the pinpoint of just us. It wasn’t so different from a fight - nothing outside myself and my opponent existed. I was trapped in the moment.
     
    Her legs trembled and tightened around me, signaling her climax. It was like a storm inside of her, all pulsing and clenching, her fingers tightening on my hair, then relaxing, then gripping again. She cried out, something that sounded like my name, then released a long breath in rhythmic bursts. I remained where I was, watching with pride - I’d done that to her. I’d made her feel that way, made her body react so strongly.
     
    When her shivering began to subside I climbed back up the bed, hovering over her, my dick hard as a rock and aching with the need to be buried inside of her. Her eyelids fluttered as she looked up at me and smiled.
     
    “Hope you’re ready for me, baby,” I said, teasing her with my fingertips as I positioned myself where I needed to be.
     
    “I’m ready. Kiss me.”
     
    I obliged. I slid my tongue between her lips as I slid myself home between her legs. “Fuck,” I whispered against her mouth, “Goddamn.” It