Broken (The Billion Heirs #3) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Billion Heirs Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 51744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
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“Thank God,” he murmurs.

“How about you?” I ask, even though I know the answer. Besides, he’s not wearing a wedding ring, but that doesn’t mean much working on a ranch. “Married? Engaged?”

“Hell no.”

Even though I knew, a wave of relief sweeps through me when he says the words, and I berate myself for it. Chance doesn’t want me. He never did. He ended things abruptly all those years ago—the fucking day after I gave myself to him.

He was just like every other high school boy—only after one thing.

Some lessons are learned the hard way.

I gave him my virginity—something I can never get back. All these years later, though, I still don’t regret it. How can I? I’ve never found another man I wanted to give it to. Good thing, since I no longer have it to give.

He dumped me in a letter. A fucking letter!

And I still don’t regret it.

That’s how much I loved this man fifteen years ago. And looking at him now? The feelings inside me are whipping back around like a boomerang.

And I remember.

I remember that day at the spring…

Chance and I stand, facing each other, the whooshing of the waterfall splashing over the gray rock surrounding us like a protective bubble. He’s so tall, so full of muscle, and I love the scattering of chestnut hair across his powerful pecs. How can he be so much a man at eighteen?

Ranch work, he’s said so many times.

But still, I’m amazed.

This isn’t the first time we’ve seen each other naked. We’ve gone nearly all the way on many occasions, but this time…

This time…we’re going to do it.

We’re going to make love.

We talked about waiting until prom night, but we decided yesterday that today will be the day. Here, by our spring.

The spring is on the edge of the Bridger property, and Chance swears no one else knows it’s here. It’s become our special spot, our magical place, and in my soul I almost feel like it’s ethereal, and that the tiny evergreens sprouting through the cracks in the rock belong to fairies.

Chance reaches toward me, trails a finger down my cheek, my shoulder, over the top of my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, Ave. You look like a goddess. A goddess of this spring.”

I close my eyes, breathe in the robust scent of the fresh air laced with wildflowers and moss. Then I open them, meet his burning gaze.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m very sure.” I smile.

I am. I ache for him, and when he touches me, he’ll know how eager I am.

In fact, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.

“Part of me wants to wait,” he says, his heated gaze a contrast to his words. “Wait until we’re husband and wife. But there’s one part of me in particular that’s done waiting.”

Indeed, his cock is big and hard and majestic. I’ve seen it before. Handled it, sucked it.

But today, it will go inside me, and we’ll be together in the most intimate way.

He slides his hands between my legs. “Mmm. Ready for me.”

I whimper at his touch, roll my hips for more. “Always, Chance. I’ll always be ready for you.”

With his other hand, he takes mine, entwines our fingers together. “I love you so much, Avery Marsh.”

“And I love you, Chance Bridger.”

He leans down, brushes his lips over mine in a soft kiss, and then he leads me into the warm spring. It’s not a bed. Far from it. But he takes me to a flat piece of rock and places me upon it. The height is perfect for him to slide inside me.

He leans down and takes my lips, kissing me deeply, passionately. Chance Bridger is an amazing kisser, and I love the way his soft tongue encircles mine. The kiss becomes hungrier, more raw, more untamed, and he squeezes one breast, thumbing my hard nipple.

I’m throbbing between my legs, so aching and empty…and today, I’ll be filled.

Filled for the first time.

We’ve been waiting for a month. I went on the pill four weeks ago, and we had to wait for it to take effect.

And now?

We’re both so needy and aching and full of the lust of young love.

Chance breaks the kiss and inhales a deep breath. “You sure, Ave?” he asks again.

I love that he’s checking on me, but he doesn’t need to.

“God, yes. I’m sure.”

His body is tense while his words are gentle. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shake my head. “You won’t.”

“Put your arms around me, baby. I’m going to go in quickly, okay?”

“Please,” I breathe.

I gasp as he pushes into me, taking my virginity with one swift thrust. Is there pain? A little. But it’s nothing compared to the fulfillment I feel in my body, heart, and soul.

“Fuck,” he growls, holding himself still deep inside me.

This is the man I love. The man who will be my husband. The man who will father my children.



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