Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
He fucks me there on the kitchen counter, plunging deep into my depths, slamming against me, causing things to go flying and smash on the ground but neither of us cares. My fingers are tangled in his hair and his hands are firmly on my ass as he uses me to drive his thrusts. Our lips are close, only inches apart, and I can practically taste him. With every warm breath against my skin, I get closer to the edge.
When my orgasm hits, it comes with such force that I’m unable to hold back the cries of pleasure that echo through the dark night. Cade growls, his release close, and I can feel his cock swell inside me. Bringing his mouth to mine, I run my tongue over his lip piercing, teasing him, bringing him to the edge. With an explosion of breath against my lips, he finds his release, jerking as pleasure shoots through his body.
We both needed that.
There is no denying it.
When he pulls away, I feel an emptiness in my chest that I haven’t felt around Cade before. Am I making a mistake looking into this? Is he right? Maybe I should back down. The very moment that thought crosses my mind, I know that my stubborn nature and need to know the truth is going to take over. I can’t let this go. What if his sister is in danger? Can I possibly live the rest of my life knowing I didn’t find out.
I open my mouth to speak, but Skye’s small cry from the other room has me closing it.
“I’ll go,” I say, pushing off the counter.
I walk to my bedroom, half naked, and reach down to pull on a pair of pajama pants. Skye is partially asleep, her little hands searching for someone. Smiling, I walk over to the bed and slide in beside her, pulling her toward me, pressing my lips to her soft skin. “Mommy is here baby, it’s okay. Go to sleep.”
Nestling into me, she clutches my shirt as she drifts back off to sleep.
A moment later, Cade is in the bed too, his hard body behind me as he curls around me, making me feel safe in a way I’ll never get tired of. His arm drapes over my waist, finding his daughter and letting her curl her little hand around his finger. Then, just like that, we all fall asleep.
It doesn’t get much more perfect than this.
“UGH,” CIARA GROANS, rubbing her stomach. “Someone get this baby out. I am done. So done.”
Laughing, I run a hand over her rounding belly. She is ready, more than ready, and it could be any day now. I’m excited to have another baby around. One minute we were all just rebels without a cause and now we’re moms. I love being a mom, Skye is everything, and I’m not sure I could ever love something more than I love her. Not to mention having a baby sister, that makes it even better. It’s hilarious to think Serenity and I are best of friends, yet she’s with my dad and I’m the sister to her child. The world works in all kinds of messed up ways.
“Bub will be here before you know it.” I rock back on my heels. “Then you’ll be able to party with us again.”
Her yellow eyes swing in my direction. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for a girls’ night out.”
“Well, I think we can plan that.”
Narrowing her eyes, she squints at me. “You’re up to no good, I can see it all over your face. Tell me, Addison, what it is you’re planning.”
“Moi?” I say, pressing a hand to my chest. “Never.”
Stepping up closer to me, she leans in. “What are you up to?”
Pressing my lips together, I try to hold it in, but I can’t. “I’m getting help from an old friend to find Cade’s sister.”
Ciara’s eyes widen. “I knew you weren’t going to let this go, but seriously, Addison, that’s crazy.”
“Are you telling me that if you knew Spike had a sister out there, hidden away, that you’d just let it go? You’d not even attempt to find her?”
She purses her lips.
“Exactly,” I laugh. “I’m not trying to cause any harm; I just want to know if she’s okay. He won’t tell me anything, and it’s driving me crazy. I wish he’d open up, so I could at least understand what happened with her, but he is refusing. He doesn’t talk about his past.”
“That is worrying,” Ciara admits. “It is important to understand all of him.”
“Exactly, and I can’t live knowing that his sister could have been sold into some sort of human trafficking and is out there, alone, scared and could be helped.”
“What if she’s the bad guy?”
I shrug. “Then at least we’ll know.”