Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Yes, I meant it.”
Her breath hitched, and before I knew it, she was coming apart in my arms. Was it the words that set her off?
I didn’t have an answer to that question because her orgasm pushed mine overboard, and together we came apart.
“I don’t know what it is about you that I’ve always been drawn to,” she whispered after a long while. “But if you break my heart, I’ll break your face.”
I chuckled.
Of course we couldn’t allow this to be a tender moment. That just wasn’t who we were.
“I love you, too, you know,” she grumbled darkly, her head turning slightly on my arm she was using as a pillow and biting down. Hard. “And it fuckin’ hurts.”
My chest clenched at her words. “Why does it hurt?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “When you were telling me you were going on this fishing trip, just the thought of you being away for a day hurt my heart. You being gone last week when you went to protect the baseball player. That sucked just as bad. The idea of you being in danger, knowingly in danger, is messing with my head.”
“I think that’s just love, baby,” I said. “It’s irrational and true. And it’s the only pure thing that has a way to break you.”
She grumbled under her breath.
I pulled her closer into my arms, and a massive wave knocked us both backward until my back hit the wall behind us so hard that I saw stars.
“Jesus.”
“And the idea of you dying out here with me makes me fucking happy,” she continued. “How sick is that?”
Just as she said it, lights came on, the motor hummed to life, and we were catapulted forward so fast that I barely had time to catch us from hitting our heads.
“Guess he figured it out,” I said, stating the obvious.
She giggled. “Guess he figured it out.”
CHAPTER 19
Wears black. Loves tacos. Hates people.
-T-shirt
GREER
Admitting to someone that you loved them made you vulnerable.
Admitting to Davis that you loved him made you crazy.
“Who in their right mind would love someone like Kyle Davis?”
I looked over at Finn Davis and blinked at him. “You tell me. You’ve been doing it a whole lot longer than I have.”
“It’s a different kind of love. An obligatory kind of love,” Carrie said from my side. “Are you sure about this?”
I grinned at her, leaning back in the kitchen chair.
I was home alone today.
Or, more accurately, I was being babysat by Finn, who was off work today, while Davis finalized the deal with the lawyer before he went back to Miami.
Cassius and Etienne were supposed to be here within the hour with their wives to pick me up for a late lunch, which I wasn’t so sure about.
Not that I didn’t like Etienne, Cassius or their significant others, Alice and Matilda. I liked them a lot. But they all got along so well and were so well established with their relationships. Sometimes I felt like an interloper with the tight-knit group that they were.
Secretly, I hoped that Kobe found someone brand new—even though I had a distinct feeling he had a thing for Folsom—so that I wouldn’t be the only “new” person in the group.
“I’m sure about it,” I admitted. “Though their friend group slightly terrifies me. Not to mention I feel kind of left out when it comes to them. Like, they already have this bond. And though they’re really nice and welcoming, I always feel like I’m on the outside looking in.”
Finn snorted. “You’re intimidated and feel unwelcome? How do you think we feel? We know Davis loves us. He loves Sara. He loves you. But that group…they were there for him in a way that we couldn’t be when he was going through a really hard time. Prison changed him.”
“And it was my fault.” Carrie winced. “I feel like, sometimes, I’ve done a huge disservice to us all. Like I did this thing, and it changed everyone’s lives. Not just mine.”
“Your thing was trusting a man to love you, honey,” I said to her. “That’s not some crime. That’s putting your trust in someone who should be trusted and who broke that trust. It’s not your fault.”
Finn sighed. “It’s like you tell her it’s not her fault and she never really comprehends it.”
“I don’t think that’s something that she’ll just be able to accomplish,” I said. “Not on her own.” I looked at Davis’s sister. “Have you seen someone?”
Carrie looked awfully guilty for a second as she said, “No. I haven’t.”
I blinked. “You haven’t talked to anybody?”
Carrie opened her mouth and then closed it.
Finn laughed, got up, and left.
I watched him go before looking at Carrie quizzically.
“You’re saying stuff he’s said to me over and over.” She paused. “And things that Davis has said over and over.”