Tangling Hearts
Hearts Series Book 3
Faleena Hopkins
Contents
TANGLING HEARTS BOOK 3
1. Rebecca
2. Tommy
3. Rebecca
4. Annie
5. Rebecca
6. Annie
7. Rebecca
8. Brendan
9. Rebecca
10. Tommy
11. Annie
12. Brendan
13. Brendan
14. Rebecca
15. Brendan
16. Rebecca
17. Brendan
18. Annie
19. Brendan
20. Tommy
21. Annie
22. Brendan
23. Christiano
24. Brendan
25. Annie
26. Brendan
27. Brendan
28. Annie
29. Brendan
30. Annie
31. Tommy
32. Annie
33. Brendan
34. Brendan
35. Christiano
36. Annie
37. Annie
Brendan and Annie’s exciting conclusion.
About the Author
TANGLING HEARTS BOOK 3
“I am still head over heels for this series. It has never stalled and only continues to impress as being suspenseful, erotic, and romantic.”
- SmutAndBonBonsBlog
Chapter One
Rebecca
Dress: black lace, see-through, long sleeved, lingerie. Panties: what panties? Bra: you’re kidding, right?
Inspecting myself in the mirror, I feel pretty fucking sexy. My nipples, sensitive hard tips poking through the lace in their excitement, or fear.
Both, I imagine.
The dress — if you can call it that — falls less than an inch lower than my hips. I can see everything, and so will he.
If he shows up.
In my five hundred dollar pumps, I stroll back into the bedroom and bend to start the fire, my hands shaky. As soon as I get the kindling to flame and lick the thick, oak logs, I rise, wondering What time is it? Glancing up at the antique clock, I’m disappointed to see it’s twenty after nine, and I walk to my phone. But just as I’m about to dial, I remember what he said: I might not have my phone. Don’t call me.
“Dammit!”
Looking frantically around the room, I walk to the window and peek out the curtain, looking at nothing, really. With the phone smacking repeatedly against my open palm, I pace the room, the warmth of the growing fire fanning the flame of my anxiety.
“What if I just lit a fire for no one? Jesus, Rebecca. This is bullshit. Call him.”
I slide the phone open. Hold my finger to his name. The door knocks and my head flies to it, my long, overly-brushed hair flying. Tossing my phone onto a chair, I go to answer the door, wringing my hands. I don’t even pause before I swing it open.
Tommy’s standing there in his normal, casual, well-cut style, a jacket half-zipped over black jeans and boots, his olive t-shirt bringing out the sparkle in his hazel eyes. Taken aback by what I’m wearing, his sexy smirk twitches and his eyebrows raise up. I say nothing. Neither of us has said a word. I straighten my back, my normal response to nervousness. A lady can get away with anything. He slowly rakes over me with an appreciative stare, a surprised breath escaping him as he meets my stone-like stare. .
“Come in.” I turn and walk into the room, glancing over my shoulder, hoping to catch him in the act of looking at my ass. He is, and instantly I’m glad he came. That look is exactly what I needed.
“And here I thought we were going to talk,” he says, one corner of his mouth turned up.
I turn around in a slow circle as he closes the door and locks it. “What? We are. I don’t want you to do anything. Except open that wine you’re carrying.”
Chapter Two
Tommy
What Rebecca Wants: a shoulder to cry on. What Rebecca’s Going to Get: a whole lot more than that.
Walking up the steps to The Inn, I realize I don’t know what room she’s in. Using my charm, I get the room number out of the girl behind the desk without much trouble. “Do you have a wine opener?” She nods, leaves and returns with one in a matter of seconds, along with two wine glasses, looking at me like I’m the sweetest boyfriend she ever saw. If she only knew.
“Is this the night?” she asks, handing me the glasses.
“Yep. Tonight is definitely the night.” Just not for what you think.
“Ahhh…” she says, her head tilting in that way women do when someone gets engaged.
“Yeah.” I smile at her and leave to take the stairs two at a time. Walking up to Room 10, I knock with my free hand, the one with the bad shoulder. In the other, I’ve got the fifty-dollar bottle of wine cradled, the glasses held upside down by their stems. This’ll loosen her up.
The door opens and before me stands one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, in what can’t even be called a dress. Her long hair hangs over one shoulder, covering one of her silhouetted breasts. The other is bare save for a sliver of lace and I glance to her nipple, see it standing up and saying hello to me, as hard as it can get. Holy fuck. Below her sweet little belly button is a delicate landing strip that would make me hard in an instant, except I can’t get one nagging question out of my head. I wait until we’re inside to ask it, because I can’t stop myself.
“Did you buy that for Brendan?”
She pauses, her hands defensively flying up to cover herself. A frown creases her pretty eyebrows. “No. I bought it today.”
I nod and stroll to a table to open the bottle. My eyes land on the fire, the heat from it warming my left side, soothing the ache of my wound. I close my eyes for a second.
This is your moment, Tommy. Don’t let that fuckhead Brendan ruin one more day of your life.
“Hey. I’m sorry, Bec. It’s just... I’m not sure what you’re doing calling me.”
What a load of bullshit that is.
Chapter Three
Rebecca
Tommy: looking pained, almost tortured, as he opens the bottle. My Conscience: riddled with guilt that he feels used.
If I’m honest with myself, I wanted him from the first moment he walked into Brendan’s living room with that smile, those sparkling eyes, that sexy, confident swagger. There is no denying it now that I’m watching the muscles of his arms work as he turns the corkscrew – I want this.
“I’m sorry, Tommy. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to come.”
He cuts his eyes to me. “I can leave. Do you want me to go?”
I shake my head and walk up behind him, slide my arms around his waist and press my body to his as he tenses, his whole body rigid… at first. He puts down the bottle, and turns quickly, wrapping his right arm around me and searching my eyes.
“Say you don’t want me to go.”
I blink and look at his lips, the taboo place I was never supposed to be. “I don’t want you to go.”
His eyelashes sweep down. “You’ve got a body like a twenty-one year old, Bec.”
I melt, and before I know what’s happening, he turns me around and pushes me toward the bed. I catch myself with my hands, my oh-so-short dress riding up and showing him my backside.
“Stay like that,” he says, eyeing me, walking from side to side like a Panther in a cage.
I’m bent over, my arms straight, my breath shortening, excited. “I didn’t know if you were going to come,” I whisper over my shoulder, my face half-shielded.
“Why’s that?” He walks closer and lowers onto his knees.
I he
sitate, and whisper, “He said he was going to tell you not to come.”
Tommy smirks and runs his fingers up my leg to the back of my knee, and even more slowly up my thigh until he shifts directions and travels inward. “Oh, I’m going to cum. But you first.” I gasp as he lunges his tongue into the crack of my ass. His fingers slip inside and work the folds of my pussy, playing with my clit and slipping inward to penetrate me. I’m shocked, but he’s so good at this that I can’t help but moan, my back arching on its own.
He says on a thick rasp, his fingers still working, “Louder, Bec. You paid for the room.”
He shoves his tongue in again, defiling me until I moan so loud that he pushes three of his fingers in and makes my body quiver with a huge release that brings tears to my eyes. I cry out and rub my ass against his face, savagely aggressive, unchained by society’s conventions as I have never been. He doesn’t stop, one wasn’t enough, and I feel the sharp, burning tingles burrow deep inside me all over again as his fingers pulse in and out of me. I’m losing my mind, feeling like I can’t take it. It’s too much! He licks my cheeks and bites me hard as I quake again, crying out as he wiggles his hand in place and pulls out to cup me and vibrate his strong fingers, until I literally fall apart, collapsing on the bed in front of him, everything wet.
“That’s my girl,” he growls, pulling up my legs and, with one arm, turning me over with the speed of a U.F.C. wrestling move. He grunts a little with the move, and his eyebrows knot, but only for a second. He unzips his pants as I rise up on my elbows to watch him separate my weakened knees with his legs. First one, then the other. Boom. Boom. I’m lying here, on display, his eyes locked between my legs. He drops his pants and shows me what he’s working with - thick, full, and long – a cock that explains why he has so much swagger.
My eyelashes slide up his tight, muscular body half hidden under his shirt, wondering why it’s still on. I meet his eyes, a torrid, animalistic stare that looks back at me as he strokes himself and puts on a condom. Oh good. Just like Mark and Brendan, he’s all for protection. Now that I think about it, they probably just don’t want to get anyone pregnant so no one can stake a claim on them or their great genes; the cocky motherfuckers.
He grabs my legs and drags my ass to the end of the bed. But he moved too quickly, and he cries out and muffles a slew of swear words.
“You okay?” I ask, surprised.
He winces, glancing to my legs, my body open and waiting for him. He’s looking at me like he’s searching for strength. What is going on?
He nods, pushing away a frown. “Yeah. Just pulled something at the gym. My shoulder’s a little sore. It’s all good.” He flashes a sexy smirk and lifts up my knees, wincing as he does.
“That must have been some work out,” I say.
“It was.”
“Well, it was worth it, because look at you.”
He glances to me and something’s behind his eyes, like he heard what I said in a different way than I meant it. “It was worth it,” he smiles.
I hook my feet around his hips, impatient to have him inside me. He’s made me his with the carnal devouring he just pulled on me. There was no shame in it, and that’s contagious. I feel free. I want to feel that free all the time, not just now. I want to be free every second of every minute of every day, for the rest of my life!
Bending his knees a little, he cuts his eyes to mine to watch my face as he plunges his cock into me, growling, “Oh, you’re so fucking wet, Rebecca. Oh fuck!” He closes his eyes and hammers me, holding my legs up high in front of him as he moves, undulating and dipping and getting in deep and hard, moving faster and faster, then slowing up skillfully, knowing how to work it. I claw onto the blankets and clench my teeth under moan after aching moan. We’re panting and groaning together, moving with every thrust, and it is spectacularly fucking hot.
“Oh my God, you’re so hard, Tommy!” I cry out, shivering under the throes of another gorgeous wave. “I’m cumming again! I’m cumming so hard! Keep going. Don’t stop!”
He smirks, his tongue coming out a little. “You like that? You like that more than you like it with Brendan?”
My eyes flicker at the reminder, a stab of loyalty piercing the fun. Tommy realizes his mistake, and changes speed to compensate and bring me back. He undulates his hips in this slow and steady Salsa dance move, pushing in one hip and then the other, over and over again. It’s makes me go ballistic with one of the hardest, most mind-bending orgasms I’ve ever had. I scream, my hips lifting up and down, jerking, like they have a mind of their own. My raging climax throws him over the edge, and he groans low and long, yelling out at the end like a beast, not giving a fuck who hears him. He’s holding his cock deep inside me while we pant, recovering, glancing at each other through half-closed eyes, smiles on both of our faces.
“We showed him,” I say on a sexy, low laugh, before I can stop myself.
Tommy’s eyes light up and he laughs, pulling out of me and releasing my legs to hang off the side of the bed. “Yeah, we fuckin’ did.”
He ambles to the bathroom, his shirt hugging the muscles of his back as he walks, his ass round and high. I want to bite it. He leaves me to myself for a minute as he closes the door to tend to things. I look down. The lace dress is still on me, only now it’s a long-sleeved, see-through midriff top. I stand to adjust it and cover myself, but decide, fuck it, and pull it all the way off, my breasts and hair falling with gravity as I toss it on the floor. It served its purpose well.
Glancing to the dying fire, I go to it, wearing nothing but sweat, to bend and throw another log on, just as the door to the bathroom opens and Tommy comes out. “Wow.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I lock eyes with him, so grateful for the look in his. It makes me feel beautiful. “What?”
“You’re stunning.”
On a small smile, I toss the log in and rise, turning to face him. “Thank you.”
“No, really. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Rebecca.”
I can see he means it. It’s not just flattery. I walk to him and stand close, glancing to the shirt. “You want to take this off?” I say, reaching to touch it, a sultry smile on my lips.
His eyes flicker. “I can’t. I have to go.”
“What?”
He looks unhappy as he says, “Yeah. I’m sorry.”
I step away. “Then go.” I walk to the closet and pull out the complimentary white terry-cloth robe. He’s silent as I put it on, but I don’t meet his eyes again until I’m completely covered, my head held high, my emotions cloaked.
His eyes are troubled as he puts on his pants. “I want to stay.”
I shrug, hurt, but refusing to show it. He saw it for a heartbeat. I know he did. But I’ll be damned if I let him see it again. “No. You can leave.”
He walks to me and stops just short of touching me. “I want to stay. I really do. But I can’t.”
I laugh a jaded, pained laugh. “Great. First Brendan leaves me for a girl he just met, and now you.”
Tommy’s eyes register Brendan’s name with a flash of anger, the same look I’ve seen on Brendan’s face about Tommy, many, many times. “Okay. Whatever.” He walks away from me and says over his shoulder, “But he didn’t just meet her. He’s known her since college.”
Confused, I blink, taking this in this odd piece of information. “She said they just met on the night of the robbery. He said it, too.”
Tommy shakes his head, pouring a glass of wine and taking a sip without offering me any. “Well, then they’re lying to you. She went to State with us. She was a fucking freak, one of those Goth weirdos. But she was at a bunch of parties with us. Believe me, he knows her. Just now, he knows her a little better.”
I step away, my mind working fast. Pulling the belt tighter on the robe, I whisper, “Do you think she remembers him?”
Tommy laughs. “Are you kidding me? The way she stared at him whenever he was around, I’d say she’s been in love with him si
nce all the way back then. There was this one time, we were at a party with Sara – his girlfriend – and she and Sara ended up talking by accident, waiting in line for the bathroom. I looked over and there was such a look of envy on her face, I laughed out loud. It was pathetic.”
I turn around and hold out my hand. He steps forward and gives me his glass. “So, it’s him who doesn’t remember.”
Tommy watches my face and thinks about it, not sure what I’m gaming at. “Probably doesn’t. A lot of girls have come and gone. And she looks nothing like she used to. I just have a thing with faces. And her eyes. She’s got…”
He stops talking at my look. “Well, I wish them well,” I smile, holding up my glass and covering up the elation whipping through my veins. “I’m sorry you have to go. But it was fun.”
He blinks. “I don’t want to go.”
I step forward and give him my best act, appealing to his ego that I wish he didn’t have to go, and I’ll miss him, etc. We kiss for the first time, the taste of toothpaste on his tongue – thankfully – and he pulls me in close with only his right arm, angling to keep his left shoulder away from me. I want to say something about how Brendan’s hurt on his right side, and with the two of them, they’d make one whole man – the perfect man for me – but I keep these thoughts to myself.
Tangling Hearts (Hearts Series Book 3) Page 1