Don’t Let Go
By
Michelle Lynn
Copyright ©2013 by Michelle Lynn
All Rights Reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in whole or in part by any means.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events portrayed in this book are the product of the author’s imagination or are either fictitious or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Editor: S.G. Thomas
Cover photo: © CanStockPhoto.com
Cover Design: by Kerri Reaves
My Thanks
I could not be a writer if it wasn’t for the support of my husband and kids. So they will always be first on my list since they have to deal with the daily struggles of having a wife and mother who is also an aspiring author. Thank you for your patience and understanding during the days that I stayed cooped up with my laptop at the dining room table. I appreciate you not complaining when I ask you to repeat yourself numerous times since my full attention isn’t always there. Please remember that I love you all…you’re my life.
Next would be my parents, who constantly encourage me to continue toward my dreams. My dad who kept nagging in my ear all these years telling me how I’m always talking about writing a book, so why don’t I get to it.
My savior, S.G. Thomas, my editor. You did it again. Swooping down like the angel you are, “polishing” my novel. I can’t wait to work with you again, but I promise I’ll give you more time the next go around!
Heather Davenport, I don’t know what to say, except you ROCK. Thank you for answering my zillion questions and not only beta reading Don’t Let Go once but twice. You have been an awesome guide through this process and I’m truly grateful to have met you.
To Natalie Given Catalano and the rest of the Love Between the Sheets team. I’ve loved working with you during my cover reveal, book blitz and blog tour for not only Don’t Let Go but Love Me Back as well. You girls are wonderful at what you do!
All my beta readers, Michelle Hereford, Heather Davenport, Jennelyn Tabios Carrion, Colleen Lee, Crystal Taylor, Lynne Fellows, Keri Anderson-Gilson. I valued the feedback from each one of you for Don’t Let Go.
Lastly all the book bloggers. I apologize about my incessant messages asking to share teasers and links. You are all the ones that get the word out about the books and authors. I’m astonished everyday how kind and welcoming you are to help us first time indie authors out. Without you, I’m not sure where my books would be!
Chapter 1 – Four Months Ago Drayton University
He slams me against the door, his lips meeting mine urgently. His hands search my body and I wrap my right leg up around his, moving my dress higher up my thighs.
His lips move to my tear-stricken cheeks, where lines of mascara still cover them. He makes his way to my neck and then my ear, lightly nibbling around my earlobe and I know at that moment, I need this.
“Make me forget,” I whisper.
“Oh believe me, you will forget your name when I’m done with you,” he says, grabbing my ass, forcing my legs to wrap around his torso.
He carries me across the room, his lips on mine, thrusting his tongue deeper in my mouth with every step. My arms are tight against him, keeping him close. The feeling of safety is what I crave.
He throws me on the bed, our eyes never leaving one another. Pulling on my legs, he brings me to the edge of the bed and takes off my heels. His hands inch up my legs until his fingers are wrapped around each side of my black thong. He slides it down my legs, tossing the tiny piece of material onto the floor before returning to push my dress up, exposing me to him. I hear the breath hitch in his throat before he starts unzipping his dress slacks and pushing them down. He shuffles over to the nightstand and seconds later, he is on top of me.
“I have been waiting so long to have you,” he says, entering me hard and rushed. “Oh…so worth the wait.”
I remain quiet, trying to push all thoughts out of my head. When his hands reach my ass, pulling me harder against him, the pleasure increases and everything disappears. He thrusts forcefully into me, whispering how good I feel. He may not have as many moves as others and he talks too much for my liking, but I’m enjoying how well-endowed he is.
The feeling builds inside of me; I love this part. All I feel is his touch while he pumps into me. As sweat starts slicking between us, I flip him over, straddling his body. I can no longer wait for him. He is going way too slow and I crave my release. Isn’t this what it’s all about?
“That’s what I’m talking about!” he says and smirks as I slide him back into me. I want to stick a sock in his throat. His talking is making it harder for me to find my relief.
He grabs my hips, trying to move me to his rhythm, but I pick up his hands and place them on my breasts so I can control the speed and rhythm. Five minutes later, my body shudders and I sink down on top of him.
“Fuck, Sadie. You’re awesome.” He moves to kiss me, but I climb off his body, pulling my dress back down.
I stand up to put my heels back on, but he grabs me from behind, bringing me closer to him. “Stay with me tonight,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Okay,” I agree, crawling back on the bed. It is better than being alone. I hate being alone; it only makes me relive my mistakes.
He wraps his arms around me and I can smell the alcohol on his breath as his mouth rests close to my neck. The feeling of safety surrounds me and I drift off to sleep.
The next morning the light wakes me up, streaming into the small room and I find myself alone in a strange bed. I look around, trying to remember where I am and what I did. The dirty clothes overflowing in the hamper and the sports team paraphernalia on the wall tell me that I’m most likely in a frat house…again.
I tiptoe to get my shoes, hooking them in my hands. I slowly open the door, peering right and left down the hall. I see no one, so I quietly make my way down the stairs. It seems like the front door is a mile away and I can’t get through it fast enough. Just as my hand reaches the knob, I hear talking in the next room.
“I wouldn’t brag, Soren, I had her last week.” A deep voice laughs. “Actually, you might be the last to have her.”
“She a great lay though,” Jeff Soren says in return.
“I told you she was,” the other male agrees. “Ever since…the incident, she has become the college slut.”
“I know. It’s kind of sad though.” Jeff’s voice actually sounds concerned. “I wish…”
“Dude. You can’t save girls like that, you just enjoy what they give you,” the other voice replies back.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Mascara is stained in long lines down my face and my long, honey-colored hair looks like a bird made its home there. My lips are swollen red, and I can’t help but think I resemble a hooker on the corner waiting for her next trick.