by Amy Daws
“Do you have underwear on?” she asks, splaying her hands on the roof and riding me.
“No,” I reply, my hands roaming up her sides and cupping her breasts beneath the thin black fabric. She’s not wearing a bra either. I can feel her hardened nipples perfectly, and it’s making me lose my fucking mind.
She drops her head and squeezes my hands on her breasts, massaging herself with my embrace. Her chestnut hair falls down around her face in a sexy halo. “No underwear…I Gareth Harris’d.”
“Fuck me,” I growl and flip us in one quick shot so she’s flat on her back on the bench of the limo. Her legs wrap around me and my hand reaches between them, shoving past the layers of fabric to cup her smooth mound. “You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she cries when I glide my palm over her slickened clit. “I can’t help it. You were fucking amazing tonight. I wanted you so badly.”
“I don’t even know what I said,” I husk, ravishing her neck and sucking so hard, I hope I leave a mark. “All I could think about was getting you back to my house and fucking you until we both die.”
I plunge a finger into her hot, wet centre. She cries out, her hand fisting my hair so tightly, I roar in pain.
“I mean it. I’m so fucking proud of you,” she moans loudly, riding my finger and greedily pumping her hips against my hand. “There’s so much I still don’t know about you, Gareth. You’re…Oh my God! You’re so much more.”
I pause my assault and pull back from her neck to look in her eyes. “Sloan, I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
“Yes,” she cries, annoyed that I’ve stopped working her into a frenzy.
“And I’m going to kiss you tonight.”
She nods, her eyes hungry for me to continue, but I want to be sure she fully understands what I mean.
“What I’m saying is that there’s no more of what we were. You’re not in control right now, Treacle. Tonight I’m fucking you. I’m claiming you. I’m going to come in you so hard that no man will ever have what I take from you tonight. Do you understand?”
Her breath leaves her body, her pupils dilating into saucers. She pulls herself up close to me, her body quaking with need against mine as she cradles my face in her hands. “Yes, Gareth. Yes to all of it.”
It takes everything I have not to rip off all of our clothes and sink into her. To not fuck her into oblivion during the hour long drive out to Astbury. But I don’t want to claim her in a limo. I want her in my home. In my bed. In the one place I’ve claimed her before. But this time, I’ll hold nothing back.
When we arrive at my home, I can barely take my lips off of Sloan’s as we slowly clamour up the steps to the front door. The limo is long gone, but I can’t seem to get enough of the taste of Sloan to stop and open the door.
Finally, she pushes me away. “If I leave you in charge, we’ll never get inside and it’s freezing.”
I pull her into my arms. “I can warm you up.”
She giggles and gestures for me to unlock the door. When I fish my keys out of my pocket and begin fumbling with the lock, I realise we waited for nothing because the door is already unlocked. Did I forget to lock it earlier? It’s entirely possible because my head has been fucked since the second I left Sloan’s house last week.
I step back to let Sloan walk in first. Before I even have a chance to catch her, she crumples to the floor in front of me. I hear a familiar voice from inside, but my instinct is to crouch down and check on Sloan first.
Suddenly, a sharp force assaults my left temple, and I crash to a heap beside her motionless body. The last thing I see before my vision goes black is a pool of blood growing between us.
To Be Continued…
Part 2 of Gareth’s Story is Coming August 2, 2018!
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Endurance: Tanner & Belle
Keeper: Booker & Poppy
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MORE BOOKS BY AMY DAWS
The London Lovers/Lost in London Series:
Becoming Us: Finley’s Story Part 1
A Broken Us: Finley’s Story Part 2
London Bound: Leslie’s Story
Not the One: Reyna’s Story
That One Moment: Hayden & Vi’s Story
One Wild Night: Julie’s Story…coming soon
The Harris Brothers Series:
A spin-off series featuring the football-playing Harris Brothers!
Challenge: Camden’s Story
Endurance: Tanner’s Story
Keeper: Booker’s Story
Surrender & Dominate: Gareth’s Duet
Wait With Me: A Standalone
Pointe of Breaking: A College Dance Standalone by Amy Daws & Sarah J. Pepper
Chasing Hope: A Mother’s True Story of Loss, Heartbreak,
and the Miracle of Hope
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Amy Daws lives in South Dakota with her husband and miracle daughter, Lorelei. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired Amy’s first book, Chasing Hope, and her passion for writing. Amy’s contemporary romance novels are mostly London-based so she can fuel her passion for all things British.
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