Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I turn to look at him, the man who has no reason to put himself out there. The man who has made my son smile more in two days than his father did in seven years. The man who I’m going to miss the most. “There is no need,” I tell him softly. “I’m leaving.”
“What?”
“I thought I could do it,” I admit, wiping the tears away. “Thought we could be civil and live in the same place, but we can’t.” I shake my head, the defeat running through me. “I’m leaving.”
“You’re not leaving!” he roars, advancing at me, his hands coming up to hold my face.
“I’m—” I start to say, and he just shakes his head.
“You aren’t fucking leaving.” His forehead falls to mine. “I’m not letting you leave me,” he whispers, “not now and not ever.”
CHAPTER 23
Brady
“You aren’t fucking leaving.” My forehead falls to hers as I hold her face in my hands, making sure she looks me in the eyes. “I’m not letting you leave me,” I whisper, “not now and not ever.”
“Brady,” she murmurs, and I just shake my head.
“You call Ryleigh, or I call Ryleigh,” I grind out with clenched teeth. “Those are your choices.”
She pulls out her phone from her pocket and calls Ryleigh. I take my phone out and text Autumn first.
Me: Things came up at home, will probably be in later.
She answers right away.
Autumn: Are you okay?
Me: Yeah.
I text Charlie next.
Me: Cops just showed up to ask Harmony where she was last night. Winston’s car was vandalized.
I look up when I hear her voice. “Okay, I will,” she agrees, and my phone pings from Charlie.
Charlie: Of course it was. Where was she?
Me: In my bed.
Charlie: Of course she was. I’ll ask around.
Me: Piece of shit probably did it himself.
I toss my phone on the table at the door when she hangs up. She looks at me, and I can see she is so angry and sad all at the same time. “I just want to live in peace.” Her bottom lip quivers. “I want to bake my cakes and hopefully make a business out of it and raise my son. That is all I want.” I close the distance to her; my thumbs move over her cheeks to brush away the tears. I will give her whatever she wants—yesterday, now, and tomorrow. I will do what I need to do to give her what she wants, what she needs. What she doesn’t need is to leave. What I’m not going to let her do is leave me. Not now when I just found her. Fuck, not until it’s my last fucking breath.
“You’re upset.” I try to calm her, and she shakes her head in my hands.
“I’m not upset. I’m thinking very clearly,” she declares, and I stop her from talking the only way I know how. My mouth falls to hers as I taste the tears on her lips, and I make another fucking vow that she will never cry one more tear because of that piece of shit. One hand moves from her face, going into her hair, while the other one wraps around her waist, picking her up. Her legs wrap around me as I walk up the stairs, carrying her to my bed.
The need to fuck her is so strong. If it wasn’t our first time, I would have fucked her at the front door. But knowing it’s our first time and knowing it’s been awhile for her, I want to do it properly. Besides, I want her naked and spread under me, her arms going around my neck as she arches her back, pressing her tits into me.
I place her down in the middle of the bedroom; the bed is still messed up from when I got up. “We need to—” she says, and I turn her so her back is to me as she looks over her shoulder at me.
“I need you to hear me now,” I tell her, cupping her tits. “You aren’t going anywhere.” My mouth goes to her neck, as I move her T-shirt up and over her head, turning her to face me. My mouth falls on hers, my tongue mixes with hers before pushing down her bra so I can suck on her nipples. Her soft moan makes my cock even harder. Her hand comes up to the back of my head as I move to kiss her lips, taking off her bra and tossing it to the side. Moving down, I unbutton her shorts, and they fall off her hips, pooling around her feet, leaving her there in just white lace panties, leaving nothing to the imagination. She turns and steps out of her shorts before she grabs the hem of my shirt. I help her peel it off me, the jogging pants easier to pull down as I back her up toward the bed.