Holland doesn’t give me time to recover. He crawls up my body, his cock dragging through my wetness, before notching at my entrance.
“You ready for me, baby?”he growls, his voice rough with obvious restraint.
I meet his gaze, my lips parted and chest heaving.“Fuck me.”
And then he’s inside me in one thick, relentless thrust that stretches me open, filling me so completely I swear I see stars.
We both groan, Holland’s forehead dropping to mine as he bottoms out, his breath ragged.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,”he gasps, his hips already rolling, each thrust deep and measured, like he’s savoring the way my body clenches around him.“So tight. So fucking perfect.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass as I pulled him deeper, my nails scoring down his back.
“Holland,”I say breathlessly, my voice a broken whine.“Fuck me harder.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
His pace turns brutal, his cock pounding into me with a force that has the bed creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall. Every thrust hits that spot inside me that makes me see white, my moans turning to sobs as pleasure coils tight in my belly, my body winding tighter and tighter.
“Come for me,”Holland growls, his hand slipping between my legs to rub my clit in rough, demanding circles.“Now, Lainey. Come on my cock like a good girl.”
And I do.
My second orgasm rips through me, my back bowing off the bed as I scream out, my pussy clamping down around him so tight Holland groans, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release.
“Fuck. Fuck, baby-”
He buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he comes, filling me in hot, thick spurts, his breath ragged against my neck.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our combined panting, the slick, obscene noises of our bodies still moving together in slow, lazy rolls.
Holland’s lips find mine, his kiss softer now, almost tender, before he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze.
His expression is unreadable. Something dark and hungry lurks beneath the surface, but also something else. Something that makes my chest tighten. Then he rolls off me, his cock slipping free, and the moment shatters.
The air between us shifts, thick with the weight of what just happened and what might come next. Holland lies on his back, one arm slung over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
Propping myself up on one elbow, my fingers trace idle patterns over his stomach, my mind racing.
Was this just another night? Another stolen moment before we go back to pretending we’re nothing? Or is it the start of something more?
Holland’s hand finds mine, his fingers intertwining with mine before he brings my knuckles to his lips, pressing a kiss to my skin.
The problem with pretending is it never lasts. You can only pretend for so long, and eventually, the truth comes out. And the truth is, I am falling for the boy next door. I am falling for my best friend’s brother. I am falling… for Holland Monroe.
Chapter 31
Lainey
The midday sun casts a golden glow over the cobbled streets of Rome as our group weaves through tourists and street vendors. The city is absolutely breathtaking, and the food is even better.
The train ride here took about an hour and a half, and the sights were unbelievable. I can’t believe that places like this actually exist. Holland and Mason really wanted to go to Venice, but that would have been way too far to travel and we only have one day left here.
Being in Rome is like a fever dream.I can’t believe we’re actually here. My best friend got married, and now we’re walking the streets of Italy. How freaking cool is that?
It’s been difficult trying to keep up this ruse between Holland and me. I don’t know what we are or what we’re doing. I do know I don’t want anyone to be suspicious, so I’ve been keeping my distance. If anyone will somehow notice something’s off between us, it’ll be Haley or Gwen, and Gwen already knows about the airplane kiss. I don’t need her to think anything else is going on.
Nothing else is going on, right? It’s just some innocent fun. Okay, maybe not so innocent.
