Fighting to Breathe Read online Aurora Rose Reynolds (Shooting Stars #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Shooting Stars Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
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“Wrap that pretty little mouth around me, baby, and suck,” I tell her, pushing my fingers through her hair at the side of her head. Her mouth opens around me, taking me fully in, swirling her tongue around the length as her hand moves in sync with her mouth. My head drops back as she works me over, and my legs start to buckle as she suctions her mouth. “Fuck,” I groan, digging my fingers deeper into her hair and moving her faster as my eyes drop back down to watch myself disappear between her lips.

When the tingle starts at the base of my spine, I pick her up off the ground, making her gasp as I lift her in my arms, pressing her back to the glass as I move her panties to the side and slam deep. “Did taking me with your mouth get you hot, Little Lamb? Your pussy is fucking dripping all over my dick,” I growl, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as my hips piston forward, taking her hard and deep until I’m balls-deep inside of her heat.

Her hands hold onto my hair as my hands hold her ass, lifting and dropping her hard. This time, when the urge to come hits me, I pull my mouth from hers and look into her eyes. “So fucking beautiful. This is us, baby. This is where we were meant to be.”

I roar, feeling her pussy convulse as my hips jerk forward and my come fills her. Walking backwards to the couch, I collapse, still buried deep in her heat, feeling her core tighten in sync with her heartbeat that is drumming against my chest.

*

“Are you guys okay?” Ben asks, pulling a chair up next to mine on the deck.

I look through the glass doors, into the kitchen, and nod as I watch Lea hold Braden in her arms while talking to Rhonda. “We’re getting there. It’s going to take some time for her to be okay about me being on the boat with out her, but now that she’s been going to counseling, her anxiety has lessened. Every day, it gets a little better.”

“I can’t believe you guys went to Vegas and got married,” he mutters, sounding annoyed, which only makes me smile.

“Told you I wasn’t gonna wait any longer.”

“I know, but I would’ve liked to have gone,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We’ll have a party, brother.” I smile, taking a pull from my beer then turning my head to look through the window of the living room. Above the fireplace, Lea has our wedding picture blown up and hanging there above the picture her mom took of us years ago. We had gone to Vegas two weeks ago, neither of us wanting to wait any longer. We were only gone for three days, because we both had to get back to work, but I promised Lea that over winter, we would spend a month on a beach of her choice. I was looking forward to that—her in a bikini, while trying to get her pregnant, sounded like the perfect way to spend the winter.

“You’re so pussy whipped,” he mutters, breaking me out of my thoughts just as Rhonda calls his name. He gets up, goes to her side, and wraps his arm around her shoulders. I shake my head knowing he’s just as gone over his wife as I’m over mine.

“Are you okay?” Lea asks, coming outside. I pull her down onto my lap and kiss her, then watch as she takes a drink of my beer.

“Couldn’t be better,” I murmur.

Her head turns towards me and her eyes study mine. “I love you, Austin Wolf.”

“Love you too, Little Wolf,” I say, making her laugh as she leans forward to kiss me.

Epilogue

Four years later

I wake to the gentle sway of the water rocking the boat and look at the time, seeing I’ve been asleep for a little over an hour. Rolling out of bed, I put my feet on the cool wood floor then grab my sweater, wrapping it around myself as I make my way through the kitchen to the stairs.

The sight that greets me makes every harsh breath I have ever taken worth fighting for. Austin is standing near the edge of the boat with our son Jacob, who we named after my dad, between his spread thighs, both holding onto a fishing pole.

As if he senses me standing there, his head turns in my direction, our gazes lock, and his face goes soft as his eyes sweep over me.

“Hey, baby,” he says softly, holding out his hand towards me.

“Mommy, wook! I’m fishing.” I pull my eyes from my husband, look at my son, and smile as I make my way toward them. As soon as I’m close enough, Austin’s arm wraps around my shoulders and his mouth dips to kiss my neck.



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