SIX MONTHS (A Seven Series Novel)

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Our lips almost touched as we moaned and blew heated breaths against each other. Reno rocked his hips faster and faster until it felt so out of control I cried out. My nails bit into his back and all I could feel was the animalistic passion between us.

 

His simmering eyes looked wild as they devoured me, pupils dilating each time I let out a gasp. I felt my climax coming on and he must have sensed it closing in fast. Reno’s movements became skilled as my legs clenched against him, a ripple of tension and pleasure moving through me. This wasn’t about control where every move was premeditated. This was carnal desire in the raw.

 

“That’s it, baby. Gimme everything you got,” he demanded as he drove impossibly deeper. His whiskers scratched torturously against my throat while his mouth journeyed toward my ear—each word a penetration into my fantasies. “Don’t hold back. Jesus… I can feel you tightening around me,” he said in a ragged breath.

 

My breath caught and every muscle contracted when I came in his arms. Over and over. Reno kept pumping into me, and when my legs began to tremble, he held me firmly in his grasp, hands splayed beneath my thighs. His eyes widened as I gripped the back of his neck and arched my body, caught up in the animalistic desire I felt for this man. Reno let me ride out the wave of pleasure before he stilled.

 

I blinked away a few bright flashes of light and rested my cheek on his sweaty shoulder. Spent and out of breath, I planted a tender kiss against his skin and felt him shudder as I blew a cool breath of air on his neck.

 

Suddenly, I felt him move inside me, still fully erect. “Reno?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“You can finish.”

 

“Nah.”

 

I lifted my head and looked at him. His hair was somehow smashed in different directions. I didn’t remember doing that with my hands, but I must have.

 

“What do you mean by nah?”

 

He turned to walk toward the stairs, still carrying me. “I like being inside you, princess, but two minutes ain’t nearly enough.”

 

“Reno?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“You’re coming back down to get my panties and your clothes before they get home, right?”

 

“Nah.”

 

I jerked my head back. “What do you mean by nah?”

 

“I’m too busy admiring your flowery petals,” he said in a drop-dead serious voice.

 

I busted out laughing. “Have you been reading my books or are you making fun of me?”

 

He stopped and his eyes glittered with amusement. “Maybe I’m trying real hard to be the guy in those books for you, April.”

 

Damn if that didn’t sucker punch me right in the heart.

 

When a car door slammed, both of us froze.

 

“My clothes!” I screeched, wriggling my legs frantically until he put me down.

 

“April!” Trevor shouted from outside. His footsteps hammered up the porch steps and I panicked.

 

I scrambled toward my clothes and grabbed my pants just as the door swung open. My eyes went wide as I held them in front of me.

 

But not as wide as Trevor’s.

 

Then they narrowed and sliced over to Reno. “Guys like you are a dime a dozen,” he began. “You’ll fuck anything in sight. Barely got the door closed and couldn’t wait to get off. Even though she’s hurt, even though she just went through some traumatic shit tonight. You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

 

Reno walked coolly over toward us and lifted his pants from the floor, yanking them up. Trevor curved his arm in front of me so that I was behind him.

 

“Get dressed, April. We’re leaving.”

 

“Over my dead body are you taking her out of this house.” Reno zipped up his pants, not even bothering with a shirt. He moved so slowly that I got dressed even faster.

 

“Trevor, please don’t start anything,” I said in a calm voice. “Are you hurt?”

 

He gave me a sharp glare. “You didn’t look too concerned about my well-being when I walked in the door, babe.”

 

“Then why don’t you tell me how you healed from a bullet wound?” I said coldly, loudly, putting my hands on my hips.

 

His nose twitched and he slanted his eyes toward Reno. “You want to know why girls like you are so damn sexy to guys like him? You’re submissive.”

 

I expected Reno to lunge at Trevor, but he didn’t. That’s when I knew Trevor was right.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 25

 

 

“How’s your foot, babe?”

 

Trevor turned down the small TV in our motel room and crawled into bed next to me, switching off the lamp. After we left Reno’s house, Trevor swung by a gas station and bought a small bag of toiletries for our stay at the motel. It wasn’t the finest digs in town, but it was a step up from some of the places I’d lived in as a small child.

 

“Are you still giving me the silent treatment? Let’s see, your record is twelve days for beating up your ex after you came crying to me the night you left his sorry ass.”

 

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