Kidnapped by My Mom’s Ex – An Age Gap Romance Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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His eyes get that furious glint. Before, I thought it was aimed at me. When he pulled up at the red light, when this first began—hell, days ago—I thought he’d hurt me. I can’t imagine it now. There’s too much between us, even if a lot of it is unspoken or imagined.

“No,” he says. “My dad, a cliché as old as time itself. He used to beat my mom. We lived out in Cali in the middle of nowhere. It was a good place. Picturesque. I could’ve been a real-life cowboy in a different life. Then Dad beat up Mom badly one night. She thought I was staying at a friend’s house. She decided to burn him down. Then she heard me yelling and tried to save me. Got herself killed… and Dad.”

He lists all this off like it’s instructions for some military tutorial. His voice is numb as he calmly relays it, but there’s a slight note of pain. He’s burying it. “You don’t have to be tough with me all the time, Jamie.”

He smirks. “Says you?”

“Maybe neither of us has to be as tough as we think.”

“You’re wrong,” he says fiercely. “The world’s a nasty place. A man has to be tough.”

“But not a woman?” I counter.

He reaches across the table and slides his hand toward mine. I know it’s, yeah, wrong. Everything we do feels like that, but I grab his hand anyway, hold it tightly, praying he’s telling the truth every moment we share. What a horrible position to be in—hoping my mom’s a liar.

“Not if she’s got a man who’ll always look out for her,” he says passionately.

I squeeze his hand. My heart is thumping fast again. If we didn’t have to sneak around, would we ever be able to keep our hands off each other? “I think a woman should still be tough. What if her man’s not around, and she needs to protect the kids?”

He presses against my hand warmly. Sometimes, it’s like a ball of fire is expanding inside him. He becomes so hot. So focused. “You’re right. That’s how a good mother thinks.”

I lick my lips, moving my finger over his knuckles. I know he wants to do it as badly as I do. I know he wants to grab, spank, and get obsessed with me. “I hope I’ll be one.”

“So you want kids, too?”

“Yes,” I say passionately. “I never…” thought much about it before you. I still don’t know if he’s talking about having kids with me. Even if our steam comes as naturally as a married couple and burns hotter each time, it doesn’t mean he wants to make me pregnant.

What if I said it? Make me pregnant, Jamie. Then he dropped my hand, stood, and turned. He’d smile at me indulgently, an older man with his silly, confused young girlfriend. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Never what?” he says, leaning down, staring right into my eyes like he’s going to kiss me.

“I was never sure,” I murmur, “but lately, I’ve been thinking about it. I’d want to give them the best life, Jamie. Not like you had. Not like…”

“It’s okay,” he says, more emotion in his voice than I can remember. We’re so close to kissing. His warm breath moves all over me. “You can still love your mom and admit you didn’t have it easy.”

I let out a croak. He’s taking me on an emotional rollercoaster—first the lust, now this. “It’s not the same. Your mom, your dad… Jamie, I’m so, so sorry. It’s evil. Nobody should have to go through that.”

“Your father was taken from you. A random act of… I don’t know what.” He sighs darkly. “A plane crash… It’s not fair.”

“Let’s not make it a competition,” I say. “Let’s say we both had it crappy. Let’s say when we’re parents, we’ll both be better.”

Suddenly, he stands. It’s an almost violent way of standing. His chair screeches across the porch. He walks to the railing and squeezes it like he’s going to break it. Demon looks up at him like something’s wrong. “Is that what you want? For us to have kids? Together?”

My head is swimming. He’s gaslighting me. Or is he? Surely that’s what he meant? But now he’s acting like it’s the craziest thing ever. Which, okay, maybe it is. Perhaps it’s something I shouldn’t even think, let alone say, but he was basically saying it too.

“N-no,” I reply, panicking. “I was talking about the future. Whatever. When you find a wife. When I find a husband. I don’t know. I need to… check on Mom.”

“Your mother’s fine.”

But I’m not listening. I walk into the cabin and down the hallway. I need to find the truth from Mom. I have to know why she got so awkward earlier. I have to hear her admit she’s lying. It’s a vicious thing to do. She was only rescued yesterday. She probably still has some of that man’s blood in her hair.


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