Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Ellie’s eyes flit between her sister and me. “But what about Sienna?”
“I love your sister with all of my being. That will never change.” I lock eyes with Sienna, needing her to not only hear the words but feel them. “But sometimes you have to love someone enough to let them go.”
“Oh, fuck that!” Ellie hisses. “That’s so cliché. When you love someone, you fight. You don’t let them go.”
“You do when you’re saving their life,” Sienna says, her voice broken. “I couldn’t live without you, El. And I don’t ever want to find out.”
“So, let me talk to him. I can make this right. I’m his daughter, which has to mean something.”
“Yeah, it means he feels he has control over you and your future, and the only way to keep you from being caught under his thumb is for you to get as far away from him as possible,” I tell her. “Now, please go pack a bag. I have arrangements to make. We’ll plan for you guys to leave tonight.”
I’m on the phone, working with a friend of mine who’s a retired Marshall and has dealt with his fair share of witness protection cases, when Sienna walks in and goes straight to me, settling in my lap.
“Rodriquez, someone just walked in. Look into what we talked about, and I’ll call you back soon.”
I hang up just as Sienna situates herself so that her thighs spread across mine, straddling me. “Are you all packed?” I ask, trying to remain strong for my wife.
“Yeah,” she breathes, nuzzling her face into my neck. I feel her breathe me in, and I get choked up, knowing she’s trying to memorize my scent because this is the last time she’ll see me, smell me, feel me.
“I love you, Hellcat,” I tell her, inhaling her floral scent. “Never forget that.”
“I know,” she chokes out. “You’ve showed me every day that we’ve been together, but never more so than today.”
Slowly, she lifts up to look at me, and the sight of her splotchy, tear-stained face has me wanting to run away with her. But I can’t do that. If I want to keep Sienna and Ellie safe, I need to stay behind to keep an eye on Eleazar. When he finds out they’re gone, he’s going to flip his shit. Hell, there’s a chance he’s going to come after me, but that’s another reason why I have to stay. I can’t risk him going after my brother or parents.
“I will love you forever,” I tell her, framing her face. “We won’t be able to talk, but just know that I will always be thinking about you. You are my beginning and my end. You are my life. And I’m so lucky to have had this time with you.”
Sienna’s sobs deepen, and I hate that my words are hurting her. So, I kiss her instead, hoping to convey everything I feel. The moment our mouths fuse, we attack each other with frenzy, both of us knowing this will be the last time we’re together like this. It feels like only yesterday when I made love to my wife for the very first time, yet it feels like we’ve known each other forever. When I’m with Sienna, time seems to stand still.
But as I lay her out on my desk and remove her clothes, it feels like time is suddenly moving too quickly. The clock is ticking. Our time is limited.
Once we’re both naked, I start with her mouth and move to her jaw, then to her neck and collarbone, kissing and memorizing every inch of her, trying to get in a lifetime’s worth of touches. When I get to her pussy, I stick my nose between her pink folds, inhaling her essence, wondering how the fuck I’m supposed to live without her.
I lick and devour her, bringing her close to the precipice and then pulling her back, not wanting the moment to end. When she begs for release, I give in and take her over the edge.
And then I’m inside her, right where I belong, where I wish I could spend the rest of my life. With one hand digging into the curve of her hip and the other holding her face, I make love to my wife, hoping months, hell, years from now, she’ll look back and remember how much I loved her.
As we both find our release, she chokes out my name, and I crush my mouth to hers, needing us to be connected in every way possible. How ironic is it that I waited over thirty years to find the woman I want to spend my life with, and now I have to let her go after only a few short months.
“Micah, I can’t do this,” Sienna cries. When I separate our bodies and pull her into my arms, I don’t give a shit that my cum is dripping out of her and likely all over my clothes.