Holding Huck's Heart (Marco's MMA Boys #3) by S. M. Donaldson Page A

for several years.” I start to fidget, I don’t want him to be disgusted with me.
    “Chelsea, just tell me. It can’t be that embarrassing. You were with me the first time I had sex. Remember, it lasted all of like five seconds.” He gives me that sideways grin.
    I slip off of his lap and settle in next to him. “I’m a little ashamed of myself. My father would be so disappointed to know what I’ve done. “
    He brushes a loose hair away from my face. “Hey, it’s me, just tell me.”
    I take a deep breath and let it out. I begin with my moving after graduation. He sits and listens patiently while I tell him about Pavel and his wife. All of the empty promises. How my hopes and dreams were shoved to the back burner.
    I don’t realize that I’m crying until he wipes tears from my face. “Hey, you made a mistake. I can’t say that I condone what you were doing, but I can understand it. He’s the real asshole here. He is the jackass who took advantage of someone who was young. He told you all of the things you needed to hear.” He pulls me to his chest and strokes my hair. “Don’t cry, okay? No more tears for him.”
    “This stupid part of me really thought he was going to leave his wife. That he would give me everything he promised. I was just a high priced hooker. I got all of the C’s. A condo, car, clothes and cash. I had it all and nothing at the same time,” I say quietly.
    “You’re a good person, Chels, you trusted someone you shouldn’t have. We all do that from time to time,” he says absently into space, just before turning and making eye contact with me.
    “You don’t,” I say softly, not breaking eye contact.
    “I don’t what?”
    “You don’t trust anyone. You don’t really let anyone in.” Our eye contact still not broken.
    “I do trust some people, but it’s a small circle,” he says closer to my face.
    “Am I in that circle?” I ask, our lips almost touching.
    “No. But maybe soon,” he says just before closing the distance between our lips.
    Our kiss starts out slow and sensual. Not at all like the angry kiss in my dressing room.
    As his hands slide up my sides to my neck, cradling my face, the kiss becomes needy. Running my hands down his abs, I reach the top of his swim trunks. A little lower, I feel his erection pressing against it. I let out a moan against his mouth. He pulls away for a second. “Let’s, um, take this somewhere else.”
    I nod. “Okay.”
    Slipping back into my cover up and grabbing our belongings, we make a quick trip through the hotel and to his room.
    Once the door closes, he presses me up against it, lifting me so my legs instantly wrap around his waist. He tugs my cover up off. Spinning around, he tosses me on the bed and climbs over me. Snatching the ties of my swimsuit top, it comes flying off. He looks down at my breasts.
    “Whoa! That’s new,” he says, leaning down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He gently tugs on the piercing.
    “Oh god!” I call out.
    He kisses down my stomach and then tugs down my bottoms and flings them somewhere. Running his lips down my thigh, he stops at my tattoo. “When?”
    “Just after I left. It was my first act of true rebellion,” I say breathlessly as he runs his tongue up my wet center. A small moan comes out.
    He inserts a finger while using his thumb to rub my clit. “Damn, baby, your girl is being greedy.”
    “Huck! I need you.” He stands, shoving his shorts down. I sit up to see his huge erection staring at me with a small glint of silver in it. “Hmm you got jewelry, too, I see.” Leaning forward, I lick the tip. I close my mouth around his thick cock and slide down it.
    “Oh no, you don’t. Lie back.” He pushes at my shoulders. He spreads my legs, tugging me to the edge of the bed, then thrusts inside of me.
    I feel that cute little jewel hit that sweet spot inside of me. “Oh god!” I belt out.
    “Damn, baby, this feels amazing.” He leans further over me. Lifting