Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
“Jesus, fuck, Princess,”
Bands of steel yank me back up, and I’m no longer able to move, paralyzed at the sight.
His hair is longer than ever, his beard fully grown and not the stubble I’m used to, his sensational blue-gray eyes clear and alert, rimmed with flawless, thick, dark eyelashes.
Gorgeous, rugged, handsome… and holding me tight.
Talon is here.
Talon is alive, in my dad’s apartment, holding me tight.
My already fragile emotional state is overwhelmed and my precious vision of him blurs.
His hands cup my cheeks, wiping the track of tears until I can’t take it anymore, slamming my mouth to his.
My tongue battles with his, needing to sweep everywhere, and to taste—just him.
It’s sloppy and loaded with desperation.
Weeks of missing him, the anxiety, worry, and fear all trickle away. I claw at his neck, angling for more. Each stroke is frenzied, chasing a reassurance of his presence.
I’ve craved his touch, the feel of his hard body pressed close, the wisp of his breath against my skin.
His hand fists my hair to keep me still as his control snaps.
His mouth moves urgently, kissing, licking, nipping everywhere, equally as frantic.
Outside of the night we met at Tom’s, this is the best kiss of my life.
“Mine,” he rumbles down my throat.
My heart expands, loving that word more than ever.
“Yes,” I rasp out, needing him more than I need my next breath.
I move my hand between us to his rock-hard length, now feverish for more. He bucks into my touch, growling his approval.
The sound does something to me, lighting my body on fire.
As if he senses the raw and uncontrolled desire surging, he tears away, his warm breath panting with mine.
“Fuck, baby, you have to stop.”
NO!! “I can’t.”
“Give you anything in the goddamned world, but don’t make me fuck you on your dad’s couch when he could be back anytime.”
Reality washes over me like a cold blanket, remembering where we are.
My hand goes to his jaw, my eyes roaming.
“You’re really here.”
“And so are you.”
“How’d you find me?”
“I’ll always find you.”
His voice is gruff and tender at the same time. It’s then I notice the exhaustion in his eyes and fear reappears.
“How are… Did you find…” I’m too scared to finish, noticing the fading bruises and healing cuts. My fingers go to his cheek, skimming over a wound. “Talon?” my voice cracks.
“We got to them.”
“Max?”
“Everyone is okay. They’ll be home soon. We’ll talk about them later.”
I want to press further, but the finality of his statement hangs in the air.
He swings his legs to the floor, sitting with me tucked into his lap. The movement jostles my grip and my hand goes to his chest.
It’s then I catch the radiance of my ring sparkling on my finger.
All the oxygen leaves my lungs.
The thought of his mission, Max, his friends—all fade.
He lifts the ring to his lips and kisses along the knuckles.
“How’d you?” The question dies as I remember the itch on my neck, dreaming it was Wolf.
“Big or small, it’s your call.”
“Big or small?” I tilt my head in confusion.
“The wedding. You want big, have at it. I won’t take that away from you. But considering the timeline, small may be easier.”
Wedding pings around in my head. “What?”
“Our wedding. You have six weeks.”
“Six weeks?” Maybe my brain is still asleep?
“That too long? I’m game for sooner.”
It’s then everything catches up in a rush and I realize what he’s saying. “Too long? To plan a wedding? Are you insane? There’s no way! You didn’t ask me to marry you.”
His lips twitch and eyes light with amusement. “Your dad have a guest room?”
“That’s a strange question right now.”
“Seems like I need to have this conversation inside you. Seeing as I can’t fuck you on his couch…”
I can’t help the all-over body shiver which amuses him more. “We are not having this conversation during sex.”
I attempt to snatch my hand away, but he laces our fingers and positions them on my stomach.
Before he left, this would seem normal. But right now, the gesture is intimate, like he knows there is a piece of us under our joined hands.
But that’s impossible. There’s no way.
“Rowan dressed up Mack in a sweater once—want to guess what happened?”
I scrunch my nose, unsure why this is even a topic.
“Ford sliced it off with my pocket knife.”
“Ummm, okay.”
“You want to dress Wolf and our baby up for the holidays, I pick the outfits.”
Oh shit… did he say?
Does he have superpowers? Was he in my dreams?
“It is cheesy and adorable, and I will hate it, but I’ll deal.”
“How do you know—”
“Yeah, I was shocked as shit. But I wasn’t happy about it. I was fucking thrilled. Felt like a king knowing the woman put on this earth for me is having my baby.” He goes on like I’m not freaking out.
“I like that you used my body wash and fuck anyone if they think it’s weird. And there will be no super freak on my part. However, you want to sing and thrust your hips, it better not be Declan you’re thinking about.”