Wild Collision (Us 4)

My eyes drift closed with pleasure and I moan as I slide up and down his length. He doesn’t remove his finger and presses it in a tiny bit more.

Full.

I feel so full.

And I know with Hollis’s wicked ways he wants more.

I can’t catch my breath and my vision begins to blur. With a cry I bite down on his shoulder as my orgasm rolls through me. My whole body shakes as I lose control and he holds me tight, not letting go.

A moment later his carnal growl echoes through my ear and I feel his warmth seep into me.

We sit there, clinging to each other like a buoy in the sea.

My mind is lost. I can’t think.

My body is damp with sweat, his too. Exhaustion seeps into my limbs.

Hollis moves first, brushing my hair away from my eyes. “I love you,” he murmurs. “I thought it was impossible to fall in love, that I was above such frivolous things—then I met you. With you I’ve learned love, true love, makes all the difference in who we are. Love isn’t silly, it’s not something to be trifled with it … it’s the most rare and valuable treasure we can ever seek as a human being and few ever find it.”

“Wow,” I breathe.

He kisses me, a slow and lazy kiss. He takes his time, our lips dancing together to a song only we know.

I cup his jaw and look him in the eyes. “I love you too,” I finally say. “I wanted to hate you, I still do sometimes,” I laugh, “but it’s still the impossible truth that I love you more than I knew was possible. All these years I’ve been chasing after this feeling, searching for it, but it wasn’t the feeling I needed to find but you.”

“You,” he echoes.

26

Hollis

I run, struggling to keep up with the impossible speed I’ve set on the treadmill.

Last night nearly killed me, being up on the stage, singing the song I wrote for Mia, and not even being able to look at her. A part of me wants to push her for us to tell her dad. This secret is weighing on my shoulders, the pressure painful every second I’m near him. As much as my mind wants to run wild, to think Mia’s ashamed of me, I know it isn’t the case. She’s spoken of her dad’s behavior in the past when she’s dated, and she knows he’ll be a thousand times worse with me.

Because I’m a musician … and because my past escapades have been splashed across headlines.

But even if I could take it all back, erase it like it never existed, he’d never approve of my relationship with his daughter.

He’s her dad, I can’t expect any less.

It doesn’t change the fact I’m in love with her. I’ve never known what it’s like to be in love before, now that I have, it’s a feeling I never want to let go of.

Love like this is the best kind of madness.

My feet pound against the treadmill, my body dripping with sweat. I feel like my body could give out any second but I still keep pushing.

“Get off the fucking treadmill,” Cannon demands in his dad voice. “You’re going to kill yourself.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” I growl at him.

He rolls his eyes. “Get. Off.” He bites out the words.

I don’t listen.

He slams his hand down yanking out the safety belt so it comes to an abrupt stop.

I fall, face planting on the rubber track.