Black Falcon 3 Rock the Beat

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He told me he could take you away from me anytime he wanted because he owned you.
Is that why you two were fighting? I question in almost a whisper.
Trip nods. I don t know what came over me. The things he said, they made me snap and I lost
my cool. I said some things I probably shouldn t have. That s why he punched me.
I bite my lip and reach up to touch his face. Your nose got broken because you were defending
my honor?
He smiles. I guess so.
His admission of such a sweet gesture moves me. On instinct I lean forward and kiss him softly.
Thank you.
The pull towards him is ridiculous and I know he s a player, but damn it I can t help wanting
him. The slippery warmth of his mouth closes over mine and I shut my eyes, enjoying every second.
Desire glazes over his hooded eyes as I pull away. He reaches up and moves a strand of hair
away from my face. You re welcome.
Without warning we throw ourselves together for another kiss. My arms wrap around Trip s
neck and he tugs my hips closer. Our tongues whirl together and Trip sits up, cradling me in his arms,
pulling me against his chest. One of his hands snake up my back and finds its way into my hair, while I
reposition my legs until I m straddling him.
He groans against my neck as I move my hips, rubbing my crotch over the erection in his jeans.
The seam of my shorts presses against my clit and I close my eyes imagining what it would be like if
we were naked doing this. I ve often wondered what it would be like to be with someone other than
Jackson, and Trip makes it feel like it ll be even better than I imagined.
My damp panties cling to my skin as I continue to ride Trip. God, sweetness. You don t know
how much I ve thought about this over the last couple of days. It s been so hard to deny myself this.
My tongue darts out and I lick his top lip. Then stop fighting it.
Trip slides his hands down my body and finds the hem of my riding shirt and tank-top. Soft
fingers find their way onto the bare skin of my lower back before working their way up to my breasts.
His nimble fingers slide inside one of the cups of my bra and he pushes it down, allowing my nipple
to spring free. He rolls my tightened bud between his fingers and licks the inside of my mouth.
I ve been thinking about getting these titties in my mouth all damn day. I imagine everything on
your tight little body tastes like heaven. Please tell me that you want this&
I swallow hard. This is so out of character for me, but for some reason I m drawn to Trip like
crazy. I know it s wrong to want this with him, but my body doesn t understand that. All it knows is
that this feels amazing and it can t get enough.
I open my mouth to tell Trip to take me, but my front door opens and I freeze at the sound of
Jackson s voice. Holly? Are you in here?
I shove Trip s hands out from under my shirt at the same time Jackson walks into the house and
spots us. Jackson? What are you doing in here?
Jackson s eyes narrow. I came to apologize for being an asshole, but I can see you both are
clearly busy.
I jump up from Trip s lap as Jackson turns and walks out the door. Jackson, wait! It s not
Trip grabs my wrist. Don t insult him by telling him it isn t what it looks like.
I frown. Can t you see how hurt he is? I have to find him.
Let him go, he ll get over it. If you chase him down you might as well be ready to beg him to
take you back. Do you really want him to have the upper hand in your relationship again?
It s second nature to chase Jackson down and apologize to him. I ve been doing that over and
over for the past year. Every time we fought, he would turn things around and everything would
always end up being my fault just like this situation.
As if Trip can read my mind he says, It s not you who needs to do the chasing. He cheated on
you, remember? You aren t together now, we weren t doing anything wrong.
I allow him to tug me back down on the couch and tuck me under his arm. I hate playing games
with people.
He sighs and kisses the top of my head. You re too sweet for your own good.
Maybe Dad was right. We ve just begun this little game and it s already becoming dangerous.
Chapter 8
Bringing Down the Giant
HOLLY
Trip and I sit in at the front counter together going over more financial documents. Over the last
week we ve spent every day going over some aspect of this track together. Yesterday I finally got
Trip onto the track for the second time. He knows how to handle himself pretty well on a bike. I was
impressed with his skills, considering he told me he hasn t been on a bike in a few years. It reminded
me of the real reason he s here, and helped me to get over the crazy moment we shared together on the
couch.
Jackson hasn t come around the track since the fight last week. Maybe that s for the best. It s
good to know it s finally over and he doesn t deem me worthy of fighting for. At least I know where I
stand with him.
I think I m finally able to decipher Bill s chicken scratch. It s only taken me a week to get it.
Trip looks up from the binder full of office expenses he s going through and asks, Where is Bill?
He s been outside washing the bikes for a long time. Do you want me to go check on him?
I stand and stretch my arms. That s okay. I ll go do it. I need a break anyhow.
He nods and then returns his attention back to taking notes. I glance up at the clock. Those bikes
must ve been really dirty Dad s been out there for nearly four hours.
The garage door is wide open and I hear water slapping the concrete around the corner. I pause
the moment my eyes focus on the source of the sound. Jackson is there washing the bikes. I glance
around, searching for Dad, but he s nowhere to be seen.
Jackson notices me watching him and shuts off the water before tossing the hose to the ground.
He dries his hands on seat of his pants as he approaches me. Hey, Holl. How are you?
I twist my fingers together. This is an encounter I m not prepared for. I m good. What are you
doing here?
He shoves his hands deep in his pockets. I came by to see you, hoping we could talk, but I ran
into your dad. He didn t look well, so I told him to go rest and I d finish up here.
Thank you. That was sweet of you. He s been like that for a while, but he refuses to go to the
doctor, I admit.
If it s money& I can help with the bills if he needs to be checked out. I don t mind. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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