Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Oh, oh,” she moans quietly. “F-f-f-fuck.”
She’s creaming again. Come streaks down my cock. Each time I thrust in, I spread it up toward her asshole. I reach down. I’m a full beast now. I spread the come over her ass, fingering around her hole, slowing my thrusts.
“Jamie,” she whispers.
“I own every part of you.” My voice is low, dark as I slip my finger into her ass, just an inch, just enough for her to know. “Every… part…”
I slide my dick deep into her pussy as I finger her release into her asshole. I push deeper. Her moans turn into that frantic hollow gasping she had at the cabin.
“Please come in me,” she moans. “Please.”
I fuck her faster, finger her asshole, lost in my possession of her. If it weren’t for her mom being in the house, I’d fuck her hard again, hammer her tight hole, but that was risky. I’m so close. Her asshole is tight around my finger. Her pussy is tighter around my cock.
Groaning, I collapse against her, my seed finally exploding. It’s like I black out. The pleasure is too intense. All my life, I’ve waited for this moment to give myself to the only woman I’ll ever want.
I lay my body against her back, panting, slipping my finger out of her ass. We stay like that for a few moments. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too. I wish you didn’t have to go. Not now.”
“Why?” I smirk. “Want to do that again?”
“Obviously, but do you think we woke Mom?”
I glance at the door and swallow. “I hope not. We need to be more careful. I know it’s my fault, but you drive me wild. I just love you so damn much.” I climb off her, reaching for my clothes. “I’m going to clean up. I want to hold you, but let’s face it…”
She rolls over, sweaty and beautiful. “I know. We’re both kind of gross.”
I throw my T-shirt down, laughing, climbing atop and kissing her. She laughs and ki’ses me right back. I can tell she’s as drunk as I am—drunk on the love. Rolling over, I pull her into my arms and hold her shoulder. My head feels light. I’m grinning like a damn kid.
“I really wish you didn’t have to go,” she whispers.
“It won’t be for long,” I tell her. “Then I’ll be with you. I’ll have a new name. We’ll have a new life. You’re never going to be alone again. I will look out for you, Lena, every day for the rest of our lives.”
“And I’ll be there to pick up the slack,” she says, kissing my chest.
I smile. “Save our asses, you mean…”
“Hey, don’t give me that credit or make me smile about that.”
“Welcome to the life of a cold, hard operator, Lena,” I tell her, nudging her playfully. “It means smiling about the morbid side of life. It’s the truth. You saved us when you pulled that trigger, and I know why.”
“Because I had no choice.” She hugs me closer.
“No. You had a choice. You could’ve chosen to freeze or panic, but you have a mother bear in you. You won’t let anybody risk our future.”
“It’s ours,” she says passionately. “We fought for it. You bled for it.”
“We’ll get it. I swear. I love you. We’ll get it.”
Her voice is low as she rests her cheek against my chest. “I know we will. I love you too.”
EPILOGUE
THREE WEEKS LATER
Lena
The Californian landscape is yellow, bright, and dusty as far as the eye can see. My heart pumps harder and harder as Mom drives the car up the small paved road, the U-Haul pulling behind us. It’s been one hell of a road trip, but now I’m aching to see my man.
The last time I saw him was when he took my virginity on that magic, steamy, taboo night. That night, he reminded me of what it felt like to be kidnapped. To never want to escape.
I rest my hand on my belly as Mom takes the turn. I think she can sense my anticipation. He was gone when I woke up that morning. Then, two weeks later, I got a text from an unknown cell number and an address. The case is moving on from us. Lionel Strafer is the focus. We’re just two unfortunate women who happened to be there. The cops don’t care about us.
The neighborhood sits just past the two small hills. I bite my lip as we drive through the quaint Main Street, past several ranches and galloping horses. I watch them running across the fields, so free, so powerful.
Finally, we pull up at the large house in a long row. Jamie immediately runs from the door. He must’ve been waiting for us. His hair is entirely silver now as if he’s dyed it, and he’s grown a thick silver beard, the same color. He’s also got a small scar under one eye. He still looks like him but different. Enough to make a person question it.