Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
We shake. “I wasn’t going to let that bastard keep you.”
He withdraws his hand. “But did you have to tell her, Blake? About Isla?”
“She demanded to know,” I reply, knowing the reasoning is frail.
Without Bonnie’s blessing, I can’t explain her melting in my arms, her sadness touching deep places inside of me, places that were supposed to die the second I became the boss.
“She found the shrine.”
“The shrine?”
That’s right. Of course, he won’t know.
“Of Isla?” he asks.
I nod. “There are photos of us, too. From the old days.”
“The old days,” he repeats. “Sometimes, they seem like yesterday, and other times, they seem like a million years ago. You know what I mean?”
“I do. Completely.”
“Can I see it?” he asks.
“Sure.”
I lead him through the house to the wing where Bonnie’s room is. My hunger stirs afresh when I look through her open bedroom door and see her disturbed sheets.
Later, once the sun has set… No, I can’t visit her. I can’t claim her, not with Cameron here, but can I really fight it?
Cameron walks slowly into the room, walking over to the lights and the photos. With his back to me, he begins to shake.
“I didn’t know you even thought about her anymore.”
“I think about her all the time, and you, Cameron. Our friendship.”
He turns and slowly walks toward me. “I won’t lie. I’ve got questions like, why does Bonnie know about your business? Why did you have to tell her? Just because she demanded?”
Before I can answer, he goes on, “But for now, Blake, I just want to give my old friend a hug.”
I’m shocked as he leans in. He was always more emotional than me, pulling me into hugs when we were kids, even when I playfully argued. Now, I don’t argue. I hug him back. My oldest friend. He pats my back, ending it. “I need sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
He pauses at the door, looking over his shoulder. “We had some good times, the three of us, didn’t we?”
“The best,” I say fiercely.
Once he’s gone, I stare at the photos, knowing this is more complicated now. I also know something else. Bonnie is calling for me. Our future is calling, and I can’t fight it anymore.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Bonnie
I lie in bed, knowing sleep won’t come to me tonight. After everything that has happened, I probably should be thinking about Dad. I wonder how we’re going to tell him, but my mind keeps returning to something Blake said when we were together in the garden. He called me his girlfriend and then said it was an understatement.
He implied I mean a lot more to him. I caution myself not to get carried away or let my wishes conquer reality. I also can’t deny this desire inside of me, this ferocious need for it to be true. If we’re more than boyfriend and girlfriend—if he sees me as more than a kidnapped woman to spank—maybe we can tell Dad.
Maybe we can explain that… My thoughts trail off when the door opens softly, the whining noise drawing my attention. I sit up, wondering if Archie is nosing the door open or if Dad wants to come and talk things through.
The curtains are drawn, but there’s so much light out here compared to the city. The moon and starlight wash into the room, shine through the curtains, and cast a steely glow across the rugs to the door. Blake steps into the glow wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, presumably what he wears to bed.
My heart thunders as I stare across at him, the steely light catching his naked arms, glowing up and down each vein, each throbbing muscle.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He shuts the door behind him quietly and strides across the room. His whole body is heaving, his chest rising and falling as if he can’t contain the fierceness. He stops at the bed, staring down at me. His manhood presses through his shorts, solid and huge, reminding me all over again that I’m a virgin, and I’ve got no idea if his massive dick will even fit inside of me.
My body shimmers, telling me to try at least, telling me to reach forward and touch him.
“I’m doing what I should’ve done the second I saw you,” he growls.
I should say no when he climbs onto the bed, holding himself up by his powerful arms and kissing me captivatingly.
No doubt our lips were made for each other, not when we fuse so effortlessly, his manhood pushing through his shorts and pressing against my groin. My sex aches as he grinds against me. I think of my virginity, and we haven’t told Dad yet.
“Blake,” I whisper. “I’m not sure…”
“You belong to me,” he growls. “I told you that before, but I didn’t explain how much you mean to me. I didn’t tell you that the second I saw you, Bonnie, I knew we were going to be together forever. I knew we were going to have a family. I knew you were going to make the most incredible mother. I knew I was going to be your husband. I knew I was always going to support you.”