Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 77598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
We didn't. We fucked right on the floor in the hallway, loud, wild, giving and taking everything from each other.
And all I could think afterward, lying there, catching my breath was: mine. He was so good, so caring, so sweet, so sexy, so... unexpected and he was all mine.
One Year
Cash
I liked her there, in the church, by the altar, holding flowers. I liked it a whole helluva lot. And I realized I'd have liked it a whole lot more if she wasn't in the rose-colored dress she was wearing. I'd have liked it more if she was in white.
But there was time for that.
This was Summer's turn to wear white.
The song switched and my brother's woman stood in the doorway, her father on her arm, smiling fucking huge at Reign who was shaking his head at her, no doubt thinking what the fuck he had done in his life to deserve her. I knew that feeling well.
Richard kissed Summer's cheek, he shook Reign's hand, and the couple turned back to us.
“I'm just going to go ahead and say what everyone else here is thinking,” I said quietly and everyone's eyes turned to me, lips already twitching, knowing what was coming. “This has got to be the weirdest fucking wedding that has ever happened,” I smiled, looking out at the scene behind us as everyone tried to stifle their laughs.
Because, it was.
On one side, we had Henchmen, wearing black, wearing their cuts, looking like a bunch of crazy mother fuckers. With them, we had the Mallicks, every last one of those dark haired, light-eyed bastards, Shooter, Breaker and his woman, Alex. On the other side, there was Richard Lyon and a couple of his bodyguards, all in suits worth thousands. Mixed in with them, there were all the people from Hailstorm, and a few of Summer's high-brow friends from her life before it took a veer off into uncharted territories.
It was the craziest fucking hodgepodge of people ever to congregate in the same room at the same time.
But crazy things brought crazy people together. Crazy, unstoppable things like the love that brought Reign and Summer together and, by doing so, me and Lo, and Wolf and Janie.
Lo
“You're supposed to be giving a speech,” I gasped as his hand slid up my dress and yanked my panties down. We were in the coat room. Not original, but the only other choice was the janitor's closet and I didn't feel like fighting off a broom to get it on with my man. Because that was what we were doing, despite my objections, we were so going to do it in the coat room at Reign and Summer's wedding.
“Please, Reign dragged Summer away as fast as he could to get in his wife's panties. We have time,” he reasoned, reaching for his zipper and freeing himself.
He pushed into me fast and hard, burying to the hilt and I let out a quiet moan.
That was when there was the sound of a throat clearing and I felt Cash stiffen as my eyes went wide. “Don't worry,” the same voice called, a very familiar voice. A very lovable voice. “You get your wedding jollies off. I'll stand guard. I'm not listening. Or imagining. Nope. Not at all,” Shooter's voice called.
Against me, Cash's chest was shaking he was laughing so hard and I felt my own smile spreading wide.
“If you need some help in there, Lo, all of my digits and appendages are yours to exploit for your pleasure.”
“Think we're good in here,” I called, my choked laugh ending on a gasp as Cash surged inside me.
“You sure 'cause I got to say I...”
“Fuck off Shoot,” Cash called, his voice still laughing.
“Alright alright. Fine. Have good orgasms!” he called just as loudly as he pleased, making humor and mortification well up into a strange cocktail inside.
Cash thrust forward again and both feelings rushed away with the feel of him.
“I love you,” I whimpered, pulling him tight.
“I love you too, Wills,” he said and I didn't flinch at all.
Freedom was different than what I had thought. I had thought it would be waking up every morning thinking that I had won, that I had beat him. But that wasn't it at all. In fact, he very rarely ever crossed my mind.
Freedom was this- it was wild sex in a coat room interrupted by a friend who was all too happy to call us on our wantonness. It was holding back tears as I watched Reign slip his ring on Summer's finger. It was watching Wolf stand guard of Janie as if he planned to be in the way of any danger that might ever come her way. It was waking up in the morning next to Cash.
You see, there were five moments in my life that made me into the woman I turned out to be: My father telling me women didn't belong in the military, giving me the passion to prove him wrong in my own way. Watching love get ripped away from two people and believing to my marrow that I would never experience that kind of passion. Feeling the fist of a man who was supposed to protect me smash into my face. Finding Janie on the street one night. And, finally, realizing I was wrong about moment number two- when I fell so completely, consumingly, irrationally in love with Cash.
No, freedom wasn't what I thought it would be.
It turns out, it was way, way better than I could have ever imagined.