Read Online Finally Heaven (Room 103 Book 4) by D H Sidebottom - Free Book Online
Authors: D H Sidebottom
Ads: Link
bitter laugh erupted, my eyes blinking back the amazement. “Oh get over yourself. I’m not moving because of you.” He didn’t need to know that he was one of the main reasons, even if my words looked like they’d just slapped him about the face. “I’m leaving because I deserve this. I’m tired, Daniel. I’m tired of trying and getting nowhere. I have nothing here.”
His eyes softened, sadness overwhelming the pair of us. “But…”
Taking the bull by the horns, I pulled my shoulders back and pushed away the nerve, needing to take the chance or regret it for the rest of my life. “Are you telling me that there is something here for me?”
He knew what I was insinuating, the deep throb to his throat showcased his understanding but he stared at me silently, the pain of his silence slicing deeper than he could have with any physical knife.
“No,” I choked out, nodding faintly. “I thought not.”
He didn’t stop me that time. He just watched me turn my back on him and close my room door.
“FUCK!” MY GLASS splintered against the wall, the contents spraying over the cream paintwork and down the back of the TV. Fuck it. I didn’t care anymore.
What the hell was happening around me? Penny was dead. Ink was leaving. I’d been stupid and slept with a fucking journalist. Zoe was leaving. Ink was fucking leaving me.
Half of me knew that she wasn’t actually leaving me , because I’d never really had her and she had denied that fact, but I knew, I knew her better than she thought. I had read it in her eyes that she was waiting for me to tell her that I wanted her, I could give her a life here.
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I hated myself for it because it was my own selfishness that denied her, denied me her. Yet I knew eventually I would hurt her. I would go back to what I needed. Men.
I knew it was Nick as soon as the tap on the door echoed in the room. My heart sank as my stomach bubbled in excitement. I was not having sex with the guy, just listening to what he had to say. I needed to calm down.
“Hey.” He smiled lazily as soon as I opened the door, his hooded eyes raking down my body leisurely.
Holy fuck!
My dick hardened, my balls clenching tightly while goosebumps broke out over every inch of my skin. My lungs seemed too tight, my throat struggling to accommodate the torrent of air that was expelled in one fierce gush.
Visions of our night together assaulted my mind, our sweaty bodies sliding together, the fill of him inside me, the way his mouth had felt around me.
As though reading my thoughts he stepped towards me, amusement and desire evident in his gaze. “Are you okay? You seem a little… flush.”
I nodded stiffly, moving aside to let him past. A shiver tore through me when his body brushed against mine, his erection sliding against mine, my eager cock throbbing in delight. Jesus Christ. I was still rock solid from being so close to Zoe, and now him. I was done for.
“I’m fine.” I damned the pitch of my voice, my shrivelled balls affecting my bloody vocal chords. “Come in.”
Moving away from him quickly, I walked over to the mini-bar, bending and peering in to take my attention off him. “Drink?”
I jumped when his voice whispered in my ear and his chest pressed against my back as he looked at what the bar offered. “Thank you. I’ll have anything.” His face turned slightly to me until his eyes found mine. “I’m easy to please.”
I growled under my breath when he winked and moved away, finally giving me some space to breathe and calm my raging hard on.
When I turned back after fixing the drinks, he was sat on the sofa staring at me. His green eyes appeared subdued, not quite sad but something definitely bothering him.
“You gonna tell me what this is about?” I asked as I handed him a glass of whisky.
He dropped his eyes to his drink and sighed, swilling the golden liquid round his glass rhythmically before bringing it to
His eyes softened, sadness overwhelming the pair of us. “But…”
Taking the bull by the horns, I pulled my shoulders back and pushed away the nerve, needing to take the chance or regret it for the rest of my life. “Are you telling me that there is something here for me?”
He knew what I was insinuating, the deep throb to his throat showcased his understanding but he stared at me silently, the pain of his silence slicing deeper than he could have with any physical knife.
“No,” I choked out, nodding faintly. “I thought not.”
He didn’t stop me that time. He just watched me turn my back on him and close my room door.
“FUCK!” MY GLASS splintered against the wall, the contents spraying over the cream paintwork and down the back of the TV. Fuck it. I didn’t care anymore.
What the hell was happening around me? Penny was dead. Ink was leaving. I’d been stupid and slept with a fucking journalist. Zoe was leaving. Ink was fucking leaving me.
Half of me knew that she wasn’t actually leaving me , because I’d never really had her and she had denied that fact, but I knew, I knew her better than she thought. I had read it in her eyes that she was waiting for me to tell her that I wanted her, I could give her a life here.
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I hated myself for it because it was my own selfishness that denied her, denied me her. Yet I knew eventually I would hurt her. I would go back to what I needed. Men.
I knew it was Nick as soon as the tap on the door echoed in the room. My heart sank as my stomach bubbled in excitement. I was not having sex with the guy, just listening to what he had to say. I needed to calm down.
“Hey.” He smiled lazily as soon as I opened the door, his hooded eyes raking down my body leisurely.
Holy fuck!
My dick hardened, my balls clenching tightly while goosebumps broke out over every inch of my skin. My lungs seemed too tight, my throat struggling to accommodate the torrent of air that was expelled in one fierce gush.
Visions of our night together assaulted my mind, our sweaty bodies sliding together, the fill of him inside me, the way his mouth had felt around me.
As though reading my thoughts he stepped towards me, amusement and desire evident in his gaze. “Are you okay? You seem a little… flush.”
I nodded stiffly, moving aside to let him past. A shiver tore through me when his body brushed against mine, his erection sliding against mine, my eager cock throbbing in delight. Jesus Christ. I was still rock solid from being so close to Zoe, and now him. I was done for.
“I’m fine.” I damned the pitch of my voice, my shrivelled balls affecting my bloody vocal chords. “Come in.”
Moving away from him quickly, I walked over to the mini-bar, bending and peering in to take my attention off him. “Drink?”
I jumped when his voice whispered in my ear and his chest pressed against my back as he looked at what the bar offered. “Thank you. I’ll have anything.” His face turned slightly to me until his eyes found mine. “I’m easy to please.”
I growled under my breath when he winked and moved away, finally giving me some space to breathe and calm my raging hard on.
When I turned back after fixing the drinks, he was sat on the sofa staring at me. His green eyes appeared subdued, not quite sad but something definitely bothering him.
“You gonna tell me what this is about?” I asked as I handed him a glass of whisky.
He dropped his eyes to his drink and sighed, swilling the golden liquid round his glass rhythmically before bringing it to
Similar Books
