Series: King Series #3
on December 6, 2015
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Thia is prim and proper.
Bear is leather and lawless.
It will never work between them.
It's a lie they almost believe.
It’s been a long time since I’ve picked up a book and could not put it down. A long time since I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. A long time since I had to read the book in one sitting, no matter how heavy my eyelids were. It’s been a long time since I’ve fallen this hard for a character in a book.
Well that time is over, this was that book.
Lawless totally did me in, and gutted me. Bear is perfectly broken. Broken so badly that you’re pretty sure there is no coming back and that he’s beyond repair. Broken beyond absolution, until you realize Abel “Bear” McAdams is broken badly enough to allow Cynthia “Thia” Andrews help light shine through his cracks.
TM Frazier has once again crafted a wonderful narrative and woven her words into an amazingly heartbreaking and heartwarming story. She’s taken my soul and left me Soulless…
“The truth is that I’m not the good guy. I’m the fucking bad guy, and club or not, that hasn’t changed.”
“I’m going to remember this as the worst time in my entire life. The very worst.” She shook her head. “There is nothing I can do to change that. Girls my age are playing sports, going to dances and parties, kissing boys. And that’s never been me. I’ve had a full time job at the grove and a part time job at the Stop-N-Shop. I’ve done nothing over the last few years except work my ass off and watch my family fall apart. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse…now all this.” She waived around to the house and to me and let out an awkward laugh. She took another hit off the bowl, passing it back to me. Her coughing much less than it was on her first try.
“Ti, how old are you?” I asked, clearing my throat as I ventured into territory I knew I shouldn’t. She was a pistol, even if she was a sad one, but there was a wave of innocence about her that had me both feeling bad for her and salivating for a taste of her.
This is for her, not you. I told myself. It was only a partial lie.
“Seventeen,” She said, sniffling. “Eighteen soon.”
“You ever been kissed?” I asked, her eyes met mine. “And not a peck on the cheek or a brief smack of the lips, but a real fucking kiss? One that leaves you without air in you lungs and your thighs pressing together in search of more?” I said, my voice coming out deep and strained. My cock coming alive at the thought of tracing my tongue along her pump lips.
“Why?” She whispered, and as soon as the words left her mouth I knew there would be no coming back from what I was about to do.
I pushed off the fire pit and pulled her up off the chair, pressing her tits into my chest and my straining cock against her stomach. I tipped her chin up and looked into her confused emerald greens. She followed my thumb with her eyes as I traced her bottom lip. There were too many lines marring her face, questioning what it was I was up to. I knew she would try to pull away at any second, try to stop me. But it was too late for that.
I was beyond stopping.
Just one taste.
“Answer the question,” I pressed.
“No,” she said with a slight shake of her head, and before she could try to argue, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.
I was already going to hell.
Might as well enjoy the ride there.
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