Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“You’re letting me go? Does this mean I’ve won an argument with you?” she asks, in complete shock.
“I’m showing you that I’m willing to change, too, if it means you come home where you belong, Ice. Now go, before I regret giving in.”
“I love you, Liam,” she says excitedly, shocking the hell out of me. Then, she kisses me quickly on the lips and bounces upstairs.
“Hey, Ellie?” I call out and she stops midway on the stairs and looks back at me.
“Yeah?”
“If you did something and ever ended up in jail? I’d still be the first to come and see you every fucking day they let me and I’d sign up for those fucking conjugal visits immediately.”
“Liam—”
“If you think jail, or any fucking body, could keep me away from you, Ellie, you’re wrong. The only person that has ever had the power to keep me from you…is you.”
She understands me. I can tell by the way my declaration makes her flinch. Slowly, she nods her head yes.
“I’ll…just go upstairs and change,” she says finally.
“You do that, Ice. You do that.” I tell her. All I can do is hope like hell that I’m right that Ellie and I have turned some kind of damn corner tonight, because I’m afraid I’m lying. I told her the club was part of me and I’d never be able to give it up. But, after tasting life without her, I know as much as I’d hate it, I’d give everything up before I can let her walk away again.
I’m just not strong enough to let her go again. Maybe I never was. That’s probably the real reason I never tracked her down. It’s too late now. She’s here with me and she’s never getting away again.
Ellie
“The only person that has ever had the power to keep me from you…is you.”
I keep replaying those words in my head over and over. Liam’s not a hundred percent right, but what he says makes a lot of sense. I’m weakening, I know I am, but between everything he’s saying and being on his bike, pressed up against him, my head lying against his back, as we move through the city, my brain is mush. I know how much I’ve missed Liam. I’ve ached for him every day, but I don’t think I remembered how good things were between us during the happy times. Suddenly it’s all coming back to me and this time around, I don’t have this huge fear inside of me like I did before.
Of course, Liam doesn’t know everything and when he does, he may hate me. But, he loves me right now. Plus, there’s no reason he has to know. We can start fresh, erase our history and begin again. Isn’t that what true second chances are all about?
We pull into a large, historical looking Catholic church with these gigantic towers that remind me of something out of a fairytale. Once Liam shuts the bike off, I slide from my seat, waiting for him. He immediately grabs my hand in his and I look down as our fingers intertwine. When my gaze moves back to Liam, he’s staring at me, his eyes intent. He’s studying me, I know enough about my man to know that he never misses a beat. I give him a smile, not a happy one, but a reassuring one. When he still doesn’t make a move, I lean up to press my lips against his. I don’t know why, I’m acting on instinct. It seems to be the right move though because he pulls me against him with his free hand, his other still joined with mine. He nuzzles my neck, kissing it. Then, his nose brushes against my ear and I feel his hot breath feather against my skin as he whispers, “Missed the fuck out of you, Ice.”
It feels as if my heart squeezes tightly in my chest.
“I missed you, too, Liam…” I respond, my voice so breathy that I’m not sure it sounds anything like me. His words feel huge, as if they truly feed a soul that has been starving and that’s exactly what I’ve been.
Starving for him.
It’s not sexual, although that’s always come naturally with us. It’s so much more than that. He gives me joy.
We pull apart and walk up the steps to the church.
“Want to get married while we’re here?” he asks. My heart beats hard against my chest. My first instinct is to say yes, and that should scare me.
“Very funny, Liam.”
“Wasn’t joking, Ice,” he says with a wink. I don’t respond, probably because I’m afraid of what my answer could mean. I’m not sure I’m ready to take that next step just yet. When we get to the front door he stops abruptly, looking down at me. His hand wraps against the side of my neck. “I’m supposed to have my mind on nothing but business right now, Ellie, but I swear to fuck all I can do is look at the way you’ve braided your hair to ride and remember the hundreds of times I undid it so it would fall around your face as I fucked you.”