Carter Reed Read Online Free Book by Tijan (Carter Reed #1)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Crime, Dark, Drama, Erotic, New Adult, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Carter Reed Series by Tijan
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
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He reached for my hand again and raised it for a soft kiss. “Emma, tell me.”

The knots in my stomach loosened at his touch, but I shook my head. This was embarrassing in a small way. “It’s really nothing.”

“Emma,” he sighed. “Is this about Graham? They told me you asked for him to be taken away. I’m sorry about him. I should’ve seen that situation ahead of time, but I didn’t. He won’t bother you again. I promise.”

I shook my head, but I was relieved when I heard that. Then I told him, “Noah and his friend were waiting behind us.”

“I know.”

“You did?”

He nodded, his eyes lidded as he gazed at my lips. He reached up and ran his thumb over them. My heart skipped a few beats as his touch lingered. He leaned close and dropped his head, but he didn’t kiss me. I was waiting, ready for it, but his hand pressed softly against my cheek. “I did, but I didn’t think you wanted me to meet your friend.”

“I just met her this week. She’s Noah’s friend more.”

His hand tightened on my thigh. He pulled me closer to him. “Your friend too. It was her home that you went to tonight, wasn’t it?”

I nodded. I was becoming flustered at how near we were to each other. I wasn’t sure who was going to crawl into whose lap, but I was ready. I only waited for him to lift me.

“Then she’s your friend too.” He grinned, the sight was delicious to me, and rested his forehead on mine. “Anyone who disapproves of someone connected to the mob seems alright to me. You don’t need to worry that I won’t like your friend, Emma. If she’s as good to you as she has been to Noah over the years, I have no reason to dislike her.”

And there it was. That was what I had been fearful about, not what Theresa would think about Carter, but what he would think of her. It meant something to me that he approved of my one friend now. Actually, it meant a lot to me that he did—another change in my life. I had three friends who I considered family, but now it was Carter. It was quickly becoming all about him.

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, my throat thick with emotion. I didn’t trust myself. I would start crying. I was sick of the crying.

He cupped the side of my face and turned me to look at him. “Emma.”

The kindness in his eyes was my undoing. A few tears trickled from my eye, and he brushed them away. His touch was tender.

“Carter,” I wrenched out in a sob.

He lifted me to his lap and folded me against his chest.

The comfort I felt was home to me. I closed my eyes and burrowed into him. I stopped thinking and worrying about everything. I stopped fighting what I was feeling or how much hold this man had over my life. It wasn’t only my life anymore, it was my heart. Even without the fear of Franco Dunvan, I knew I wouldn’t want to leave him. It was like I had been watching him over the years and wanting to go to him, but I never had enough reason to. At that thought, reality hit me like a bucket of ice water. I sat upright on his lap and looked at him.

Concern and lust intermingled with him. He waited for whatever I had to say.

I sighed to myself. I should move away. I should protect my heart, but as I held his gaze, I couldn’t. Different emotions battled each other inside of me, but all it took was one look from him. There it was. One look and I was pulled to him. I would always be pulled to him.

I knew it in my gut, like an anchor thrown into the ocean. The deeper it sunk, the more I knew. I was in love with Carter Reed. As the anchor landed on the bottom of my stomach, it resonated throughout me. Shockwaves soared over my nerves and tendons. My arms shook, even my legs felt the explosion.

And then I wondered, had I always loved him? “Carter.”

“Mmm?” His thumb pressed against my lips, but he looked up again.

My voice grew husky. “How did you do it?”

He knew what I was asking.

His hand fell away and he leaned back against the seat, but his eyes never left mine. There’d been a soft playfulness in them before. That fell away to be replaced by a chilling look. It was still intense, but he reminded me of the Cold Killer everyone talked about.

I started to move off his lap, but he kept my legs in place. They straddled him so I waited, content to stay where he wanted me.

“You want to know what happened after AJ died?”


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