Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
“Fuck. So good. So fucking good. Every time.” I rambled it into the choppy, heated air as I clutched her against me. “Nothing in the world like the feel of you. Heaven when I never thought I could earn it.”
“You belonged here all along,” she raked.
God, I liked the sound of that.
Belonging when I never thought I could.
Finding a home when I thought I was only meant for destruction.
“Together,” I grunted, my hand fucking shaking where I still held her against the throat, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beating against my palm.
Feeling the life. The goodness seeping in and taking over.
I let my palm glide down, riding it over her abdomen and under her shirt so I could get to one full tit.
Pulling the fabric down and toying with her nipple while she ground on top of me.
“Yes. More,” she whimpered, her back rubbing against my chest.
“All of it already belongs to you.”
Her shirt might have said she was Property of the Prez, but it was me who was in chains.
Hostage.
A prisoner.
The only fucking thing I wanted to be.
My other hand joined the first, and I drew her shirt up higher, exposing both tits to the glinting moon.
Rolling and rubbing the pebbled, hardened buds as she rocked over the top of me.
Pleasure sparked and lit.
I kept gliding my hands upward, guiding her arms up until they were locked around the back of my neck.
I kissed along the shell of her ear, muttered, “Ride me, Little Wildfire. Take what’s yours.”
And she did.
She rocked and bucked as she drove me to disorder.
To madness.
To ecstasy.
To a place I’d thought unattainable.
Nonexistent.
But it was only this one fiery woman who could show me what was possible.
The one to shine her light into my life.
Reawaken what was lost.
Remind me of my purpose.
I slipped my hand up her skirt and rubbed her clit.
It was seismic, the explosion that went off between us.
Combustion.
Decimation.
But sometimes it takes fire to remold the misshapen.
And as for me?
I would gladly burn for the rest of my life.
It was quiet as we edged through the darkened house, and the stairs creaked beneath our quieted footsteps as we ascended.
My arm draped around her shoulder and her cheek pressed to my chest.
She was barefoot, her shoes dangling from my fingers. We hit the landing and moved down the hall, and I wasn’t surprised at all when she took the left into Kai’s room.
His door was cracked open, the same as Meems’s, in case he woke in the night.
He rarely did, anymore.
The nightmares distant.
This home his safety.
These walls fortified with love.
I saw to it that his biological mother had enough money that she would never show her face again, rights signed off to me and Brinley.
Brinley who came to stand over his crib.
The kid dressed in motorcycle pajamas, cherub cheeks pink, his thumb in his mouth, sucking away in his peaceful dreams.
“He’s so beautiful. I could stand here and stare at him all night.” Brinley ran tender fingers through his hair. “I never thought I’d get brave enough to allow myself a family.”
From behind, I curled my arms around her waist, hooked my chin on her shoulder, and rocked her slowly as I gazed down at our boy.
“I didn’t think I’d be brave enough, either. Not until you showed me that I could be enough.”
“You’re more than enough,” she whispered.
“That’s what I’m going to be, Brinley. To both of you. To every kid we get lucky enough to make. More than enough because you deserve everything.”
Brinley
I was in the office in my usual spot, tapping at the keys of the laptop.
A blaze of sunlight lit the frosted glass panes out front, the lobby empty, though I was in constant company with the sound of teasing jests and laughter that lifted above the heavy metal music that screamed from within the shop.
The mood alive and thrumming through the walls.
I was content in it, but oh boy, there was no denying the thrill that sailed through me when I felt the squall of energy rise behind me.
Every molecule in my body tightened and expanded in anticipation.
A flashflood of it when Silas swung open the door.
It was never necessary to turn around to know it was him.
My husband had his own special brand of volatility.
His boots squeaked on the old linoleum floor as he edged up, and he leaned over the back of me, arms looping around my waist and his nose burrowing into my hair.
“What are you doing, baby?”
“What does it look like? Working.” I tried to play it off like he was an annoyance when the only thing I wanted was to feel those brutal hands gliding all over my body.
He grunted a rough laugh into the side of my neck.
Leave it to Silas to send chills scattering.
He lifted his head a fraction so he could read what was on the screen.