Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I step in with her, and my mouth finds hers. I kiss her like it’s the last time I’m going to kiss her. Her arms go around my neck, and she gets on her tippy toes, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. As I was sitting in that jail cell all night, not being able to hold her in my arms, the only thing I thought about was holding her and making sure she and Dylan were okay. I didn’t care what they did to me. I just wanted them to be safe. “I love you,” I say, kissing her neck and the water pouring over her.
“I love you,” she says, breathless, and I pick her up, pressing her back against the tiled wall as the water washes over us and I slowly lower her on my cock. My mouth swallows her moans. I make love to her in the shower, and she gives me what I need.
When we walk back out, my whole family is now there, and no one says anything about us taking too long or that her hair is wet. For the rest of the night, Dylan and Caroline never leave my side.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Caroline
“It’s time for bed,” I whisper to Dylan who has been by Justin’s side since he came home. We both have. After he left, I told Dylan to go get his things, and that we were leaving.
He looked at me, and he knew it was the right thing to do. I was almost out the door when Allison caught me and sat me down. She never once told me that I shouldn’t go. Instead, she listened to me and told me to wait for Justin, but I knew that if I waited for him, there would be no turning back.
The minute the door opened and I saw him, I knew I couldn’t walk away from him. I tried. but no matter how much I spun it in my head, I just couldn’t do it.
“Will you tuck me in?” Dylan asks Justin who just gets up. His family just left, and everything is going to go back to normal tomorrow.
“Give your mother a kiss,” Justin says. Dylan comes over, and I kiss his head.
“I’ll meet you in bed.” He leans down and kisses me.
I get up and make sure all the lights are turned off and go wait in bed. I lie down, looking toward the door as I wait for him to walk in. After thirty minutes, I get up and walk into Dylan’s room, and they are both sleeping. Justin has Dylan tucked in beside him. I walk out and go to our bed and try to sleep, and after tossing and turning, he finally walks into the room.
“I fell asleep,” he says, crawling into bed and taking me into his arms. He falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, and soon after, I’m falling asleep myself.
When his alarm goes off at four, he turns it off, and instead of going to work out, we get lost in each other. Our hands are hungry for each other, and for two hours, all we do is live in the moment. “I need a nap.”
“So sleep,” he says, getting out of bed, and I look at him.
“I have to go to work today,” I say, and he shakes his head.
“You’re not going back there,” he says, and I sit up, holding the sheet to my chest.
“Excuse me?” I say, and he looks over at me as he puts his boxers on. I hate that he’s so good looking and that I love him when he starts to get bossy.
“I don’t want you going back there,” he says, and I get out of bed, walking to put something on.
“I have a job,” I say. “A job that I need.”
“Yeah, and your ex who is slightly unstable is out to get you, so I don’t think you going back there is a smart thing to do.” It bothers me even more when he makes sense.
“I need to work, Justin,” I say, and he shocks me.
“Come work for me,” he says, and I glare at him.
“I need someone to take Amy’s place.” He slips on his shorts. “Do you want coffee?”
“Justin, I already live with you,” I say, and he kisses my neck while he walks out and I slip on the shirt he was wearing last night. “I can’t work for you.” I follow him out of the bedroom and to the kitchen.
“If it makes you feel better, you wouldn’t be working for me,” he says, starting the coffee. “You would be working for my foundation.”
“You know it’s the same thing,” I say. “Plus, now I have to pay for your lawyer.” He slams the cupboard so hard I think it’s going to come off its hinges.