He growls, his body tensing with anticipation.“Cum for me, Lainey. Let me feel it.”
Fuck, I’m a goner.
My body tightens around him, and I cry out, my orgasm washing over me in waves of pleasure. Holland groans, his body thrusting into mine with renewed urgency.
“Fuck, Lainey,”he mutters, his voice a rough whisper.“I’m going to cum.”
I nod quickly, my body still trembling with aftershocks, my hands still gripping his back. “Please,”I whisper.
With a final, powerful thrust, he pulls out of me quickly, his body tensing as he cums on the bare skin of my stomach. I let out a soft moan, loving the feeling of him on me.
When he’s done, he collapses onto the bed next to me, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. My heart pounds as I begin to come down from the high.
Holland rolls onto his side, pulling me into his arms, his body still trembling.
Well, this is new. Cuddling after sex is definitely not something I’m used to. I either get cleaned up and leave right after, or the guy does. I’m not usually one for intimacy. It’s easier that way. No feelings involved, just a good old-fashioned fucking and that’s it. That way no one gets hurt.
The room is silent, the only sound is our heavy breathing and my thoughts that are now running wild.
What thefuck did we just do?
Chapter 27
Lainey
We haven’t said a word since we finished. We’ve just laid here in silence, and I wonder if he’s feeling the same way I am right now.
A loud knocking on the door startles me as I lay tangled in Holland’s arms. I shoot up, knocking his arms off of my naked body.
I look down at him when the knocking stops, and both our heads shoot right back to the door when Ellie’s voice comes from the other side.
“Lainey Barkley! You better be up and getting ready!” Ellie shouts throughthe door.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit! What time is it?” I ask, panic clear in my voice as I scramble around looking for my phone. Holland calmly hands it to me with a smirk on his face. Why is he smirking? Why is he not panicking like I am? His sister is literally right outside the door.
“It’s nine thirty,” he tells me, completely nonchalant and in absolutely no rush.
Fumbling out of bed, I rush to put on some shorts and a tank so I’m not naked when I answer the door. Finding Holland’s clothes scattered around the floor, I pick each article up and toss them at him on the bed.
“What are you doing? Get up!” I whisper squeal. His lack of urgency is really beginning to piss me off.
Holland chuckles, and the urge to punch him in the face begins to overwhelm me. Is he serious right now?
“What is so funny?” I ask, whipping my curly hair on top of my head in a quick, messy bun.
“You, running around like a chicken with its head cut off,” he shrugs, his eyes glimmering with humor. I hate him.
Another knock comes, this time it’s Haley’s voice.
“Lainey Elizabeth Barkley. If your ass is still in bed I’m seriously going to come in there and drag you out myself.”
Looking at the door and back to Holland, I watch as he continues to chuckle and seem to have the time of his life as he takes his sweet old time getting dressed.
Oh my god, I’m going to kill him.
Murder is wrong. Murder is illegal. Murder is bad. Do I really want to spend the rest of my life in prison over this man? No, no I do not.
So, murder isn’t an option, but I can definitely throw something at his stupid face.
