My Thoughts
Slade and Dillon have been in each other's lives since they were children. Now they are together in another way, but Slade wants more. He wants her heart and not just her body anymore. One night they're together and it was like the fierce bossy man comes out to play. Hell yeah he does! This is just the beginning of Slade sharing things about himself that he hasn't with anyone else. Dillon is still holding back and when things get complicated she tries to say that things between them are less than they are. When Slade hits his patience level breaking point it causes her to reveal her secrets and her heart.
I so loved Slade and Dillon's story. And Slade is just freaking magnificent with all his naughty talk. Who doesn't love a guy who says "Good girl" well and frequently?
I give Slade 5 hearts!
I so loved Slade and Dillon's story. And Slade is just freaking magnificent with all his naughty talk. Who doesn't love a guy who says "Good girl" well and frequently?
I give Slade 5 hearts!
About the Book
Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain...
Always overlooked. Always just there. That's what Dillon was to me.
Until one night.
In one night she flipped my world on its axis and there's no going back. But she has secrets, and secrets fester like an open wound. They color the past and forecast the future, but I'm determined to open her up; free her from her memories so she can live in the light and have the life she deserves.
It's just too bad that she wants nothing to do with me.
But I'm nothing if not persistent and I'm not a man that gives up without a fight. I've had a taste and there's no walking away.
I just have to convince her that I'm not what she fears, I'm what she wants.
Excerpt
Chapter One
©Adriane Leigh
Swiping the long champagne strands off
her back, I bent to kiss between her shoulder blades. Pushing in and out of
her, filling her, hearing her moan, and watching her writhe beneath me, her
hips slamming back to meet me thrust for thrust drove me wild with an
insatiable need.
“God, Slade, yes, please, more,” she whimpered.
“Look at me, baby. Let me see those eyes.” I wrapped her hair
around my fist and tugged gently.
“No. Fuck me, Slade.” Her hands gripped at the sheets on either
side of the pillow that lay pressed against her cheek.
So fucking beautiful it was heartbreaking.
And yet…there was something missing.
“Dillon! Your eyes.” I stilled my slow and steady thrusts and
nipped at her ear lobe.
“Slade, please don’t stop.”
“I want your eyes, beautiful. Give them to me.” I wrapped a palm
around her delicate neck and turned her chin.
“Slade! Just fuck me.” Her voice rose to higher decibels.
I clenched my jaw and thrust slowly, just enough to please her,
let her think she'd won.
She thrust her ass in the air as I dug my fingertips into her soft
hips before snaking a hand between her thighs and massaging.
I gritted my teeth as her pussy pulsed around me, stalled my
movements, and then smoothed one palm up her backbone, feeling every dent and
ridge along the way.
Beautiful, broken Dillon.
Always giving me a little -- not all -- and never enough.
Her spent body collapsed on the damp sheets beneath her. I
followed her down, my dick still hard and nestled inside her. I thrust once
more before deciding I didn’t have the heart to finish.
It’d been like this for months.
For fucking months.
Whenever I wanted just a little more…
“Did you finish?” she turned her pretty head to the side when I
pushed myself off her.
I grunted as I walked to the bathroom for a cloth.
I returned, damp washcloth in hand, and gently cleaned between her
thighs.
“Thanks,” she murmured and turned on her side. I folded the cloth
and sat it on the glass top table next to my bed. “Did you get off?” Her blue
eyes were barely visible in the dim moonlight that filtered in through
partially open curtains.
“Nah.” I laid beside her, tucking her into my arm.
Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment before she pulled away. “Why?
What’s wrong? Did I–?”
“You didn’t do anything. Not anything you haven’t done before,
anyway.” I ran a palm over my rough-shaven jaw.
“What the fuck does that mean?” She pushed off the bed as if I’d
hit her.
In essence, it suddenly dawned, maybe I had hit her somewhere far
more personal.
“Why can’t you look at me when we fuck?”
“What?” She stood off the bed and crossed her arms over her soft
tits. “That’s what this is about?!”
I shrugged and held eye contact. “Yep.”
“Give me a break. Have fun with your hard-on. I’m leaving.”
“Dillon!”
“No, I’ve done a lot of fucking…and no one, no one has
ever asked me for my eyes. What is that? I don’t want to give you my eyes.”
“Ever thought about why that is?”
“What?”
“Why you can’t look me in the eye when I’m inside you.”
“It’s just a thing, I don’t know. Some people don’t kiss during
sex; I don’t do eye contact.” She pulled her jeans up creamy legs and hooked
the button.
“I'm sick of fucking around.” I jumped off the bed and stalked to
her. She backed away, eyes narrowed.
She wasn’t used to me like this, but I’d had enough.
“If I want your fucking eyes, give me your fucking eyes. You’ve
been running away from me for months.”
“What do you mean? I’m right here, I’ve always been right here.”
Her eyes flared, chest heaving with angry pants.
“You’re here, but you’re not here.” I tapped her temple with a
fingertip.
“That’s bullshit.” She backed away again, her eyes sweeping the
floor for her shirt.
“It’s not bullshit. And I’m fucking sick of it. I want you. I want
you whenever I want, however I want, and if I want your fucking eyes, you give
me your fucking eyes.” I turned her dainty chin to catch my gaze. I pushed
against her, my rock-hard and angry erection sandwiched between us, until she
landed against the wall.
Arms up, I hovered over her, topless and panting, nipples hard as
they brushed against the skin of my pecs.
“I know what you want; I know what you want more than you know,
little girl.” I ran my palms over her collarbones, across her shoulders,
locking my fingers together behind her neck. Holding her gently but firmly.
“What the fuck, Slade? What is this?”
“I’m taking you. I’m taking from you what you want to give me.” I
thrust my dick against the denim of her jeans. “You want to give it to me but
you're afraid. I see it now.”
“I don’t even know what to say to you right now,” she said, her
eyes still flaring with unspoken anger.
“Say yes. That’s all.”
“To fucking what?”
“Mmm, love that nasty mouth on you.” I ran a thumb along her lower
lip.
“I don’t know if I’m pissed off or amused by this display of macho
bullshit.”
“Not bullshit, babe. It’s about giving pleasure, and by giving it,
taking in return. You trust me?”
“I…sure. I’ve known you since elementary school, of course I trust
you.”
“That’s not trust. You trust your pleasure in my hands?” I ran my
palms down her arms until they locked at her wrists. Pulling them away from her
body, I opened her up, displayed her lithe form to my greedy eyes.
She squirmed under my gaze as I appraised her butter-soft skin;
skin that’d been right under my fingers for months now, but never quite how I’d
wanted it.
“Say it.” I nipped at her jaw, licked at her neck, caressed her
waist until I palmed both of her breasts in my large hands and squeezed. “Say
it. Tell me you trust me and mean it.”
Heavy pants sucked the air from the space between us. She was
angry, concerned, worried…and so fucking turned on.
“That look in your eyes is good enough. Everything I do to you,
Dillon, you're going to love.” I bent and took one pert nipple between my
teeth, nibbling and nipping before she squeaked with the pain I’d inflicted.
“Love that noise.” I groped her as I moved to the other one.
“Mmm…your pussy likes it too.” I snaked a hand down her pants and fingered her
clit, erect and aching for attention. “Want me to take you? Want to give it all
to me? Sick of fucking those little boys? Give me a try, give this a
try. I won’t do anything your pussy doesn’t want me to do.” I watched every
twitch of her jaw, every breath that passed her lips. I watched it all because
it’s what I did. Looked for signs of submission. It’s what made me a master at
this game of pleasure.
“Say yes.”
“Yes,” she moaned and arched, her eyes fluttering closed as her
body stiffened under my touch.
“Mmm, good girl.” I thrust my fingers into her hot pussy and
relished at how wet I’d made her. I was sure she’d never been this wet before.
For all her confident airs and defense mechanisms, Dillon was a submissive
through and through, just like I, and my dick, had been hoping all along.
“You want this dick filling you? Taking you until you scream and
cream all around me?”
“Mmm, yes,” she moaned and dug her nails into my shoulder blade.
Her leg hitched over my hip, as if she was trying to climb my body.
Desperate for me. Just like I wanted her.
“Mmm, such a perfect little slut.” I growled in her ear and
pressed a thumb into her clit before she shuddered and came all over my hand.
“That’s a girl.” I slowed my ministrations and eased my hand out of her pants.
She panted and turned limp against me.
“So much better.” I bent to pick her shirt up off the floor.
“Looking for this?”
“You want me to leave?” Confusion marred her features.
“I’ll stop by the bar tomorrow.” I grinned and thrust my fingers,
the ones that’d just been buried inside her hot cunt, deep in my mouth and
tasted her. Her mouth fell open in an elegant O as she watched me.
“I…I…”
One eyebrow arched before I smiled around the fingers in my mouth.
“You want some? Your pussy tastes great.” I thrust my fingers into her mouth
and her lips instantly closed around them. She licked and sucked, a natural
reaction, as her eyes held mine.
“See?” I winked and licked the taste of her off my lips.
“Tomorrow, Dillon.” I turned, bare-assed, and headed for the bathroom. With the
shower spray raining down my back, I jerked my dick to all the dirty things I
was going to do to Dillon Young, and how much she would beg me to do every last
one of them.
About the Author
Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.
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