Scorch – Smoke Series Read Online Abbi Glines

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I pulled back and stared up at Garrett in shock. He had been stalking her! That creep had been traumatizing her, and I didn’t know! She’d been protecting me!

Dammit, Gypsi, that is my job. I am the mom.

“He was stalking her.” I let out a cry of fury. “I just texted her. She said she was good. Reading a book by the pool.”

A flash of admiration flickered in his eyes. “I see. That tells me a lot about Gypsi. She doesn’t blame you either. She didn’t want you to come running back. I’ve said it before, but you’ve raised an impressive kid.”

I battled with what to do now. “We should leave. Go back.”

Garrett shook his head. “No. Gypsi doesn’t want you to come back. She will blame herself if you do. She’s safe. Tyde will never bother her again.”

“You can’t know that. He is clearly unhinged. Even if he is arrested, he will eventually get out. Gypsi isn’t going to want to go to court.” I started to feel frantic. This was a nightmare.

Garrett’s jaw tensed. I could see something in his eyes that he was battling with. I waited, knowing he had more to tell me. My stomach knotted. I was almost afraid to hear it.

“Tyde won’t see tomorrow,” he said firmly. “His coming onto my property, armed, isn’t something I can accept. That in itself means death. But you should know that Blaise informed me that Trev didn’t handle the abuse that Tyde had inflicted on Gypsi well. In fact, he acted out of character, losing his temper. He is my laid-back son. This surprised both his brother and me. Trev has asked—make that, demanded—to be the one to kill Tyde. Gypsi won’t know. I think it’s best that this part of our world is kept from her.”

I had no words. This wasn’t how normal people dealt with crimes. He spoke of killing someone as if it was business. Something expected. Tyde had come onto his property without being invited, so he was going to die. Simple as that. It was wrong. It was illegal and twisted. It was completely fucked up.

And I didn’t care. Because that son of a bitch had hurt my daughter. If I were there, I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t kill him myself.

“Good.” The word fell from my lips, and I meant it.

Garrett’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re not going to go on a tirade about this being illegal and that murder is a crime?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not. That bastard hurt my kid. He traumatized her. Stalked her.” I seethed. “Kill him.”

A deep chuckle vibrated from Garrett’s chest. “Never underestimate a protective momma.”

Thirty-Seven

Fawn

Last night, Garrett had seemed to know I needed comfort more than sex. He bathed me in the shower, shampooed and conditioned my hair, then thoroughly dried me, taking a brush to my damp strands before tucking me into bed. He placed a kiss on my temple and promised he would be back. I knew he was going out onto the balcony to make a call to Blaise. He was keeping up with things at the house and trying to keep me out of it.

I had fallen asleep before he returned because when my eyes opened again, the sunlight was streaming into the room, and his warm, hard body was pressed against my back with his arm thrown over my waist. I snuggled back against him and wrapped my arm over his.

“Mmm.” His deep voice vibrated in my ear.

I softly ran my nails over his forearm back and forth.

He moved his hand up and under my camisole to cup one of my breasts. “Waking up with you is the only way I ever want to wake up again,” he said, the raspy sound from sleep.

I rolled over onto my back so I could see his handsome face. He grabbed me and turned me until our chests were touching.

“That’s better,” he murmured.

I ran my hand down his muscular arm. “I get a view this way,” I replied.

Garrett groaned. “I get my hard cock pressed against your pussy.”

I laughed, and he looked down at me with a slow grin tugging on his lips.

“Be a good girl and drape your leg over my hip so I can get a more direct connection.”

Wanting that myself, I did as he’d suggested. The moment his erection rubbed against my clit, I whimpered. That was good. I wanted more. I rocked against him, seeking my own pleasure.

Garrett let out a deep growl, then had me flipped over onto my back with my hands above my head and my wrists in his hand, pinning them there. He applied more pressure as he ran his hard length over my already-wet lips.

“Do you need my cock, pretty baby?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes,” I panted, eager for him to slip inside me.


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