Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
She brought her hand up and ran her fingers through my hair as her eyes searched my face. “I’m sorry I made you marry me.”
I smiled. “You didn’t make me marry you. And I’m not sorry we got married. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to marry.”
Sutton’s eyes filled with tears. “I really wish I wasn’t kind of drunk.”
“Now you admit you’re drunk?” I asked on a laugh.
She moved in my lap to straddle me. “I said kind of drunk. Kiss me, Brody.”
I licked my dry lips. “You’ve been drinking, Sutton. I’m not going to do this when you’re drunk.”
Her finger traced along my jawline. “I love it when you go a few days between shaves. You’re so handsome. It’s not fair.”
Pressing my forehead to hers, I let out a shaky breath. “Let me take you up to your bed, so you can get some sleep.”
She shook her head. “Kiss me like you kissed me the day we got married. At the bakery.”
My heart pounded in my chest. Sutton’s finger ran down my throat, and my entire body shivered.
“Please, Brody.”
I lost the fight to wait. The moment she’d uttered the word please, I knew I’d lost the battle.
Placing my hand behind her neck, I gently pulled her to me, sealing my mouth over hers. She pushed her fingers into my hair as she pressed down, grinding against my hard dick. We both moaned, and when she opened her mouth more, I deepened the kiss. I wasn’t sure where I began and she ended in that moment. All I knew was that it felt so goddamn right.
I ripped my mouth from hers and kissed down her neck, and she dropped her head back.
“Yes…oh God, yes,” she moaned.
When her hands went under my shirt, I knew I had to stop this. She was drunk and most likely wouldn’t even remember half of our conversation.
“We have to stop,” I whispered against the base of her throat.
“No! Don’t stop.”
I pulled back. “Sutton, we have to stop. If I’m going to be with you again, I need to know it’s because it’s truly what you want and not because you’ve been drinking.”
She blinked a few times, then finally nodded. When she attempted to crawl off of me, she slipped and damn near hit her head on the coffee table.
I jumped up. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Picking her up, I carried her up the steps to her room. I set her down on her bed, and she closed her eyes, leaning against the headboard.
“Do you need help changing into pajamas or help in the bathroom?” I asked.
She opened her mouth to say something—then fell over onto the bed.
“Sutton?”
When she started to snore, I laughed. “Okay, then. Let’s get you under the covers.”
I pulled her back up into a seated position and pulled her covers down, then laid her head on the pillow. I drew the covers up and over her. She snuggled deeper into the pillow and sighed.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“’Night, Brody. I love you.”
My heart felt like it skipped a goddamn beat at those three words. Warmth filled my chest as I stared down at her. I would love Sutton Bradley for as long as I lived, and I knew I’d do anything in my power to keep her happy, healthy, and safe.
I slowly shook my head. No. Not Bradley anymore. “I love you, too, Sutton Wilson. More than you know.”
Kissing her on the forehead, I stepped back and gave her one last look before I walked out of her room. I softly shut the door and headed back downstairs, turning off the lights in the kitchen and living room.
After sitting on the sofa, I stared down at my still-hard cock. I could take it in my hand, but that wouldn’t satisfy me in the least. I picked up the remote and turned off the TV, then sat in the dark for a few minutes until my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Miles.
A part of me wanted to delete the message without even reading it. Jack wasn’t going to be in the picture much longer, so whatever Miles found would be moot at this point. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the text.
Miles: Sir, I found some info on the subject you sent a few weeks back. Still interested?
I drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
Me: Yes. Send what you’ve found.
The three dots started to move, and I found myself holding my breath.
Miles: I’ll email it all to you, but looks like our guy is into some shady business. He’s also a polygamist.
My stomach dropped.
Me: Polygamist?
Miles: Married a Melissa Frankfort his sophomore year of college, then married a Sutton Bradley almost two years later. Divorced from the second wife, but still married to the first. Has two kids with her.