Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“I fucked up. I stopped looking for her. Then when she freaking found me, I didn’t look into the person that took her away from me in the first place. Or, at least, not hard enough. What the fuck was I thinking?” I kept my voice quiet so I didn’t wake Harleigh.
“You were thinking that you were glad to have your wife back.” He said in a deep solemn voice.
Harleigh stirred in my arms at the sound of her father’s voice, but I patted her butt and pushed the swing with my booted foot. “Yeah. The cameras couldn’t get anything from the plates. They were slicked with mud, covering half of the numbers.”
“Whoever he is, is going to fuck up one of these days, and we’ll catch him. In the meantime, you know exactly what you need to do.”
“Fuck.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
“Mind watching her while I go check out the grounds?” He asked.
I snorted.
He took the non-answer for what it was and left me. I rocked with Harleigh for nearly thirty minutes before Winter came out to check on me. She smiled when she saw Harleigh and gave me a kiss before heading back inside. Max showed fifteen minutes later and collected Payton and Harleigh before going home.
The other ladies departed shortly after and I found myself alone with Winter again.
She brought her huge comforter off the bed and cocooned herself in it before dropping down into my arms. I held her close, smelling the green apple shampoo she used. Running my lips along her forehead, I reveled in each breath she took.
“You scared the absolute shit out of me today.” I said quietly.
“I scared myself.”
“We’ll find him. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not. You’re my dream catcher. I know you’d do everything in you power to make sure I never worry again.”
“Right.” I croaked.
Chapter 11
If one door closes and another suddenly opens… your house is probably haunted.
-T-shirt
Winter
I felt the change in the air as soon as he entered the gym where I was working out. He walked straight for the parallel bars and started doing leg lifts that showed off his rock hard abs. Sweat dripped slowly down the toned ridges of his chest and disappeared into the waistband of his boxer briefs. His shorts rode just under the waistband of his underwear, and I just about drooled when I thought about licking along that line.
His chest and abs were free of ink, but his newest acquisition that spanned from his left wrist to his lower back on the right side popped with color. The design itself started at his left shoulder. It was an eagle. Its wingspan went down his left arm, and flowed down his back at a diagonal angle to his right hip. The feathers of the eagle were colored in with red, white, and blue.
There was also lettering in between the feathers that was written in his grandfather’s native tongue. Cherokee was a beautiful language when written down. All flowing letters and beautiful bold lettering. He told me the poem was about strength, honor, and courage. He also said he’d been thinking about getting it since his friend died a few years back, while on a mission.
The tattoo had taken multiple visits to the tattoo parlor to finish, but the product was flawless. A perfect memorial.
I’d never met Dougie, but I knew I loved him. He’d watched over my husband for five years. Kept him alive for me. When Dougie died, it’d really torn Jack up. He’d lost so much in his twenty-seven years, and Dougie’s death had brought up the feelings of losing someone he loved all over again.
He told me about Dougie the first time when I met Kayla, the little five year old who was absolutely the cutest kid on earth. Jack said she was the spitting image of Dougie, with the long, curly dirty blonde hair and pasty white skin. He just wished she didn’t have to grow up without her daddy.
Each of the members of Free tried their hardest to make the little girl feel welcome. Each man acted as a substitute father, and would continue to do so forever. They loved her like one of their own.
“Switch!” The trainer boomed over the speakers.
Today was a particularly grueling workout, and I was about to fall over and die. Not that I would let that happen with Jack around to witness my embarrassment. Handing the focus paddle to my partner, we went through another round of imagining the instructor’s face as we slapped the focus paddle with every ounce of strength we posessed.
“Whew boy, he is fine!” A large black woman said from the step to my right.
I agreed silently, but continued with my turn. My lungs were burning and my legs ached from running in between sets.
The woman was absolutely hilarious. We’d been complaining for nearly an hour now about how hard the trainer was being on us today.
“Bom-chicka-wa-wow.” She said shaking her butt.
I turned in the direction her eyes were focused on and smiled. Jack had moved to the stair climber. Now you could see the tattoo. You could also see the muscles in his back and legs bunch and contract with each revolution.
No matter how mad at him I was, I never stopped wanting to jump on his cock and ride him like a cowgirl taming a bronco. Even though he hadn’t let me have a moment’s peace, I knew he was doing it for me. He didn’t want anything to happen to me, and for that to happen, he went everywhere that I went. Or someone did when he couldn’t. It’s just that it’d been over a month and a half now, and I was just plain over it.
“That,” I said panting for breath. “is my husband.
“Damn.” She said in a dejected tone.
That’s right people; he’s all mine.
“Alright everyone,” The trainer yelled. “Have a great weekend. See y’all Monday!”
As I went to grab my phone and water, I saw some chick that looked immaculately perfect walk in the direction of Jack. Her hair didn’t have one single strand out of place. Her boobs were perky and beautifully arranged in her halter workout tank. Her tight black capri pants displayed her beautiful lower half as well.