Scarred Promises (Whiskey Men – Wounded Heroes #4) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Thriller Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men - Wounded Heroes Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
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“You won’t hear any complaints out of me.”

He hovers over me, searching my eyes. “I need you, Chloe.”

I feel like he’s saying more, but I don’t ask him about it. I tell him with complete honesty, “I’m yours.”

I help him undress, and as soon as he’s naked, he strips me of my clothes. I whisper to him as he climbs on the bed. “The condoms are in my bag.”

“Fuck,” he mutters and walks back into the other room and then comes back carrying my bag. He sets it on the bed beside me, and I grab the condoms out before he tosses it to the chair on the other side of the room.

He wastes no time and pushes my thighs apart, staring down at my bare pussy. “I love looking at you.”

I try to squirm from his hold. “Elias! What are you looking at?”

He licks his lips. “I’m looking at your cunt, Chloe. You’re wet, baby. Have you been thinking about me?”

I lift my hips, wanting him to touch me there. “Yes, always. Please….” I plead with him.

“Please, what? What do you need?”

He’s running his fingers lightly against my inner thigh as he stares at me openly. I reach for him, putting my hand to his shoulder. “You. I need you. Please.”

I have no shame as I squirm and lift my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I need it most. When his fingers caress over my folds, it feels electric, but I need more. When he touches my clit, circling it with his fingers, and applies the perfect amount of pressure, my body comes alive. “Don’t stop, E. Please don’t stop.”

He kisses my inner thigh and whispers, “Never.”

CHAPTER 18

ELIAS

In the aftermath, I feel a calm that I’m not used to feeling.

Chloe is curled up beside me, resting her head on my chest, and we’re both quiet as we recover. My mind, which is usually going a mile a minute, is clear and focused right now.

She has one leg over mine, and her arm is over my chest. She’s drawing shapes against my skin, and I wish I could stay in this moment forever. The only thing I’m thinking about is the woman in my arms and how I’m going to convince her I can be the man she needs.

She breaks the silence first. “Thanks for bringing me here. I know you didn’t want to, and I sort of forced your hand, but, well… thank you.”

Maybe it’s what we just shared, but there’s a vulnerability in the moment, and once I start, I keep going. “I should have brought you here sooner. It was never about you, Chloe. You have to know that. It’s me and my insecurities. I’ve been talking in therapy about it, and I’m trying to do better.”

“You’re going to therapy?” she asks, surprised.

“Yeah, well, up until a few weeks ago I would go and sit in her office and not say a thing. She didn’t care; she would sit right there with me and wait me out. You see, one of the conditions of working for Walker here is that you have to attend all the doctors’ visits and you have to participate in therapy.”

“I didn’t know that, but it sounds like a good idea. How is it going? I mean, therapy. Is it helping you?”

I take my time in answering. I honestly believe Chloe has done a lot to help me, but yeah, talking to Dr. Kline has helped too. “Yeah, it is. I’m working through it anyway. She says I can’t let my past hold me back from the future I want.”

She stutters over the words. “What… what do you want for a future?”

I don’t want to freak her out, but it’s good she knows. “You know… a wife, kids, and I’d like not to scare them to death when they look at me…”

I let my voice trail off, and Chloe doesn’t say anything. Her hand has stopped drawing circles on my chest, and I worry that I’ve said the wrong thing.

“Chloe….”

“Hmmm?” she answers groggily.

“This feels good… it feels right.”

She tenses for just a moment, and then her hand splays across my chest. “Yeah, it feels good, E.” She blows out a breath.

“I think we—”

“No promises, Elias. We talked about it. We’re having fun. I don’t expect anything else.”

“But—” I start, and she climbs on top of me, straddling my body. Everything I wanted to say goes out the window because Chloe is naked on top of me, smiling down at me.

I wrap my hands around her hips, sliding her down over my hardening cock. “Nope, none of that, mister.”

“Oh yeah? You got a better idea?”

She puts her hands on my chest. “I do. You trust me?”

I nod without even thinking about it. “Yeah, I trust you.”

“Okay. Lie still and no touching.”


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