Silent Screams (Hollow #1)

CHAPTER 18

About Three and A Half Years Ago . . .

“I love your laugh,” Harvey says, weaving his hands through my hair, squeezing me tighter against his chest.

I left Gia behind again. She reminds me often that we haven’t been seeing each other for long and I’m already ditching her for him. It makes me feel terrible, but Harv and I like to do the same things—riding bikes, camping.

That’s where we are now, at a campsite. Our tent is set, and we ate hotdogs Chicago-style over a fire earlier. Drank a few too many beers.

Being here with him feels right. My heart is itching to burst out of my chest. And my nerves? They can’t keep up with the highs and lows of falling for Harvey Stark.

“What?” I ask when I see his Adam’s apple bob. I’m curious now, lifting my chest away from his, waiting for his response. We’re both under the warmest sleeping bag despite the warm weather.

“Be my girl, Gemma.” He sends a wink my way while his hand pushes my hair behind my ear. “I want you to be my girl.”

I swallow and nod, my brain emptying itself of all thoughts. All that’s working right now is my sex and it doesn’t care much for words.

“Yeah?” he laughs, his excitement shining through.

“Yeah, Harv.”

He pulls me back down on top of him. I’m squeezing his jaw while his hands travel underneath my shirt.

I lift my shirt off, leaving on my burgundy mesh bra showcasing my pierced nipple. He chuckles as if he remembered I had one before he plays with my breasts.

“You’re so sexy.” His whisper echoes all around me, keeping me in an airtight bubble.

In one swift motion, I land on my back while his muscular body hovers over mine. His hands trace my collarbone before his lips replace them.

“What is it with you and collarbones?” I ask curiously.

“I don’t know... just gets me hard.” His smile could illuminate the dark night. I feel it when his lips crash against my own. I feel it in the deep window of my soul. Now that I have him in my life, I don’t even want to think of having to go on without his smile.

Harvey’s smile is snowboarding from the highest mountain.

It’s passing ninety miles per hour on your sports bike.

Or the rush you get when you go bungee jumping.

It’s thrilling and everything all at once. It reminds me of the beaming sun on a hot summer day—lethal—but you can’t get enough.

I love his kisses. I don’t even need to ask if he’s kissed many girls—I already know. His kisses speak of experience. And passion.

God, does he let his lips do the talking.

He’s quick and impatient and he takes everything I’m willing to give him.

I moan when our tongues intertwine, my fingers weaving through a full scalp of blond hair. He starts rocking his hips against mine, smirking when I let out another soft cry.

Then my bra is off, and he spends who-knows-how-long worshiping my nipple piercing.

“Harvey...” I’m tugging on his hair while his mouth licks my tit, his other hand parting my legs farther. I’m dying to know how he’ll feel inside me. While I usually didn’t wait this long to sleep with a potential boyfriend, a part of me wanted to ensure I wasn’t another college girl in line.

“You’re one hot piece of ass, Gemma.” He chuckles, his hand smoothing up and down my stomach. His words sear through me, making me wetter. He leaves no detail unseen as he stares down every square inch of my body.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he sketches me naked next. The artist in him only makes him an even better lover.

I’m ready to pant when he removes his hoodie and white T-shirt with one hand, his tanned abs a welcome sight. My thong comes off next, leaving me completely naked.

He puts on a condom before aligning his body with mine, one hand cupping my nape while the other plays with my tit. Then his attention goes to my pussy, and I’m writhing beneath him, my head bobbing in motion with his fingers pushing deep inside of me.

I can’t think; my body is warm, full of pleasure, when he replaces his fingers with his cock.

“Your pussy’s so warm,” he groans, using both hands on my hips to thrust and crush my inside walls. So, so deep.

I let each of his words play with my inner fire, creating more natural lube for his hard, fast thrusts. When he brings his lips back to mine, I wrap my hands around his neck, keeping him there.

I’m falling for him so easily. The boy with the golden smile and the happiest of eyes.

I continue to hold on to his neck for dear life as he fucks me so hard, my screams and his groans are surely heard by other campers.

“There’s . . . kids . . .” I say in a muffled tone, feeling my orgasm building.

He chuckles. “I don’t give a fuck.” And he goes deeper. And harder.

And my head tilts, and my pussy clamps around him, and my heart soars.