Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Come all over your man, baby,” I rasp, my voice choked with pleasure. “Soak me. Fucking ruin me, Landry.”
She drops again and then again before a sharp cry leaves her lips. I buck my hips when she drops a third time, planting myself as deep as I can get as she shatters around me, her body convulsing atop mine as waves of pleasure wrack her.
They pull me under with her, drowning me in ecstasy. I growl her name, cum shooting up my shaft as I drain myself in her, every last fucking drop. The pleasure is overwhelming and unrelenting, so damn good it borders on pain.
She drops on top of me, landing against my chest with a sweet sigh I feel in my soul. My arms close around her, holding her tightly as my heart races. We both suck in air in big gulps, shaking our way through aftershocks.
“Perfect,” I rasp against her ear, pressing my lips against her skin in an adoring, worshipful kiss. “You’re so fucking perfect, sweetness.”
“Keegan,” she sighs sweetly, stealing every damn piece of my heart.
I don’t mean to do it, but with her in my arms and my cock still buried inside her, drifting off is like breathing. It just fucking happens. I dream of her, of taking her back to Silver Spoon Falls. Of my ring on her finger and my kid in her belly.
And I wake gasping when she dissolves in front of my eyes in the dream, as if she were never there at all. My heart pounds, panic coursing through me as I instinctively reach for her, desperate to reassure myself that she’s still right here with me…
But she isn’t.
My hand closes around a piece of paper on her pillow.
I sit upright, my heart pounding as I read the words scrawled across it.
Thank you for being perfect. I’m so sorry.
She left me. She actually fucking left me.
I sit there for a long moment, staring blindly at the words on the page and the teardrop smearing the ink, my heart cracking in half at the sight of it. At the realization that she’s gone.
But that teardrop…I don’t think she went willingly.
She’s still running. From what? From who?
“Goddammit,” I whisper, my throat burning as my hand curls around her note. I should have asked, should have made her talk. Because now she’s fucking gone, little spots of blood on my skin and her note the only proof she even existed at all.
I’m not willing to accept that.
One way or another, I’m going to find her. I won’t stop looking until I do.
Chapter Three
Landry
One Year Later
My hands shake as I sit outside the tattoo shop, too terrified to go inside. I think I’ve been out here for an hour already, just trying to work up the nerve to walk inside. Part of me wants to crank the engine and drive away, pretend I was never here.
But…I can’t do that.
Lily lets out a soft cry in my arms as if to remind me why that isn’t an option.
I immediately glance down at her, my expression softening when I see her staring up at me. She has his eyes, the same beautiful, not-quite-hazel, not-quite-green color that’s haunted me for the last year.
“It’s okay, angel,” I whisper, patting her tiny back gently. “Mama has you, and everything is okay.”
Maybe if I say it out loud long enough, I’ll believe it, too. But things haven’t been okay in a long time, so long that I don’t even remember what okay feels like. I’ve existed in survival mode, just trying to keep myself alive ever since Garrick found me in Colorado Springs.
My life with his MC has been hell for the last year.
Lily was the only bright spot, the one thing that kept me going. And now…well, now I have to walk in there and explain to Keegan that he needs to keep her safe because I can’t.
I inhale a deep breath, fighting back tears. I can’t afford to cry right now. If I do, I might not ever stop again. I’ll get swept away in a river of grief too vast to escape.
Instead, I do the only thing I know how to do. I keep moving. I grab her bag and then climb from the car. I put one foot in front of the other, all the way to the door of the shop.
My hand shakes so badly when I reach out to open it that there’s no hiding it. I’m terrified. Nervous. A million different worries ping through me at the same time.
Does he hate me now? Will he hate me when he knows the truth? Did he think about me at all or miss me the way I’ve missed him every single day since I slipped out of his room?
I’m afraid to have those answers. I’m afraid he did. I’m afraid he didn’t. Mostly…I’m afraid he’ll turn me away now, refuse to help me protect our daughter.