Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
So I’m angry too. Angry that he can’t wait for me. That he’s pushing me, prodding me.
Our mouths still fused, he pushes me against the wall, grinding his hard cock into my belly.
The melting. The melting of my body, permeating between my legs. I’m wet. Always so wet for him.
He breaks the kiss, takes a step backward, his blue eyes blazing into mine.
“Take off those clothes, Ava. All of them. Now.”
I obey him without question. I don’t even consider not complying. I strip myself. It’s easy, as I’m only wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt.
I stand before him naked, my nipples hard and protruding, begging for his touch.
He narrows his eyes, never wavering from my gaze. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans, and shoves them along with his underwear over his hips, letting his cock spring out.
Then he comes toward me, pushes me against the wall, lifts me, and sets me down on his cock.
My back is cold against the wall, but only for a moment. Because in that moment, I blaze. I become flame. I’m on fire.
On fire as he shoves his cock into me, burning through me.
It’s the middle of the day, and though the lights in the bakery are off, anyone could walk by, look through the window. We’re in the back, but if they look hard, squint, they will see us.
Brendan, fucking me up against the wall of my own bakery.
He grunts with each thrust, a grunt of anger, of passion.
I’m not even thinking about coming—I don’t care about coming.
That isn’t what this is about.
This is…
Pure instinct. Pure primal instinct. We are animals, Brendan and I. Animals fucking.
Because that’s who we are.
He grunts again, this time harder, and as he shoves himself so deep within me, spurting, I join him in climax.
How am I coming? He hasn’t touched my clit. I haven’t touched my clit.
But because of this angry passion, I’m coming. I’m shattering, right here in front of the whole town through my window.
The orgasm is explosive.
As if our anger, our passion, the whole main street of Snow Creek laid out before us made it even more arousing.
We stay there for a moment, our bodies locked together, and then he withdraws, and I slide down the wall onto my feet.
Without a word, he buckles his pants. I stand naked, watching him.
“Brendan…”
“I don’t want to hear it,” he says.
“You’re going to hear it. I’m going to—”
He turns, walks away.
“Damn it! Do not walk away from me!” I grab my sweats, stumble into them. I run after him, still topless.
He opens the door, and my nipples harden against the cold.
“Brendan, don’t go.”
“There’s nothing more to say, Ava. You get in touch with me when you’re ready to own up to what you did.”
The door closes.
And I stand there, my nipples still hard, straining, aching for him.
But inside, I’m as angry as he is. Own up? It wasn’t my idea to compensate him for his losses. How dare he?
Except that’s not what he means.
He thinks I lied to him. He thinks I’m putting him off in favor of dealing with my family issues.
So I’ll show him. I’ll figure this whole thing out about Wendy Madigan and my family. Then I’ll go back to him. And I will commit. I’ll commit to him, and there will be no more secrets between us.
But I owe my family. And…in some small way, which may well be warped, I owe my grandmother.
But for her, I wouldn’t exist.
So I need to do this.
I need to do it.
I just hope it doesn’t cost me everything.
Chapter Fifteen
Brendan
By the next morning, my anger at Ava has dissipated. Now I feel only remorse. Sadness. I miss her. I don’t want to lose her, and I shouldn’t have told her to own up. I will apologize, but not just yet. I can’t face her right now.
The phone buzzes.
“Brendan Murphy.”
“Hey, Mr. Murphy, this is Tucker. I’ve got your DNA results.”
“Already? Ruby told me you were quick, but damn.”
“I have the best tech out there.”
“So…what did you find?”
“You’re definitely related to the other Mr. Murphy. I’d like all three of you to come into the city this morning if you can so we can discuss the results.”
“I can probably get my dad. As for the other Mr. Murphy, I can’t be sure.”
“Not a problem. You guys come on down, and I’ll go ahead and give him a call.”
“All right. I’ll be there soon.”
I quickly call my father.
Sure enough, Jack is at the lab when Dad and I get there.
“Seems we’re related after all,” Jack says to Dad and me.
I nod. “Sounds like it. Let’s see what Tucker has to say.”
We walk into the lab together, and Tucker greets us. “I’m glad you could all make it.”
“So I guess we’re third or fourth cousins, huh?” I chuckle.
“You’re related much more closely than that,” he says. “Let me show you my findings.”