Yours To Bare by Jessica Hawkins
Release Date: December 8, 2016
No matter how cruel it’s been in the past, I’ve never been able to flip fate the bird. I’m a romantic at heart. So when fate drops a leather-bound journal at my feet, I know I should walk away.
I don’t. I pick her up, bend her spine, spread her pages. From the first word, I’m a goner. The owner didn’t give me access to her most intimate desires, but I devour them anyway. Her private darkness, her candid, explicit poetry—it all goes down like warm milk. And from that point forward, I drink, eat, and sleep her.
I went to his apartment and let him take my picture. Just once, to see how it would feel. I’m not his to look at, to inspire, to touch, but when he watches me through his lens, it gives me a high I don’t want to come down from…
My journal is the one place I can be myself—as long as I can tie it up and put it away when I’m finished. But when Finn undoes the bow, he pulls strings that could unravel each of us.
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I board the elevator to my floor, where Halston’s waiting. The way she looked up at me from the bed earlier, eyes wide, cheeks pink, lips parted, is what it means to be a man. Her man—finally. I’ve been aching for this since I opened her journal.
I enter my apartment and head straight for the bedroom. The shower is on. Perfect, since I plan on doing dirty things to her.
I stop at my nightstand for a condom, nearly breaking off the handle when I yank the drawer open, peel off my t-shirt, and step out of my sweats on my way to the bathroom.
Halston turns quickly, covering her breasts. “Finn? What—”
I tear the condom packet open with my teeth. “I told you to be ready for me.”
She keeps her hands where they are. “I’ll only be another minute.”
“I can’t wait that long.” I strip off my underwear and start rolling on the condom.
“I’m not ready,” she says. “I thought you’d be longer.”
I open the door, and she backs into a corner.
“I have no makeup on, my hair’s all tangled—”
I step into the shower, shaking out my mop when water beats it down, and close in. “This is exactly how I want you,” I say when I’m standing over her. “Stripped down to nothing. Nowhere to hide.”
Her smooth, white throat ripples when she swallows. Her eyes are huge and gray. Any fog from the night I met her is gone. She’s open right now. For so long, I’ve just wanted to connect with someone. Not someone—the one. And now, she’s here—soaking wet, looking a bit petrified—but here. I forget about the last ten minutes downstairs. Those minutes, months, years of making mistakes? They were leading me to this, my girl. I can’t be mad about that. I can only be happy and grateful to finally have her. Not to mention horny as fuck to finally claim her. “I want you raw. Just you and me, Halston. Nothing else.”
She drops her hands, and I take her face in mine. I kiss her so hard, she squeaks. Her back is glued to the tile, but I can’t seem to slow down. I grope her breasts, squeeze her ass to bring her even closer. I shouldn’t fuck her right off the bat. I shouldn’t. I can’t wait, though. I’ll take my time later. I hook my hand under her left knee and lift her leg until her thigh is pressed against her breast. Reluctantly, I stop kissing her, but I don’t move a millimeter from her mouth. “Want me to slow down?”
I line my dick up with her opening and thrust halfway in. She sucks in a breath. “How about now?” I ask.
She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. I need to be all the way in, rooted to the base of my cock. But I enlist all my patience and stay where I am while she adjusts to my size. I’m big, and I might’ve guessed she’d be this tight. “Look at me.”
She opens her eyes, and they’re full of fire. “Do it,” she says.
“Do what?” I urge. I want to hear her.
Her voice wavers adorably when she says it, even though I can tell she’s trying to sound confident. “Fuck me.”
I squeeze her leg, lifting it even higher so she inhales sharply. “I changed my mind,” I say, easing into her inch by inch. “I want you to feel as tortured as I am.”
“I do,” she rushes out. “I’ve wanted this as much as you. More.”
“I don’t believe you. When we met, you barely noticed me.”
“That’s not true,” she says. “I thought you were sexy. I didn’t think . . . someone like you’d be interested in me.”
“And now?” I ask, licking my lips. When I’ve sunk as deep as I can get, I thrust my hips once, ramming her against the wall. “Think I’m interested now?”
About the Author
Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the endless sun of Palm Springs, California. She studied international business at Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City. To her, the most intriguing fiction is forbidden, and that’s what you’ll find in her stories. Currently, she resides wherever her head lands, which is often the unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.
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