Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I love you,” Lula says again, and I close my eyes, wondering if I’ll ever get tired of hearing her say that.
“You ready for me to prove it again?” I flex my still hard cock inside of her, and she giggles, then moans.
“This time I want you on all fours.” I grip her ass with both my hands as I walk us over to the bed. “I want to spank you.”
“For what?” She pretends to be shocked as she digs her nails into me.
“For trying to leave me.”
“What if I promise to never do it again?” She pokes out her lip and bats her eyelashes at me.
“Oh, I know you won’t do it again, but you can act like it if you want.” I toss her onto the bed and give her round ass a slap. She squeals and tries to wiggle away, but I pin her to the bed. “I like the chase, love.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I like you catching me.”
“Forever,” I say as I lean down and kiss her lips.
EPILOGUE
LULA
Six months later…
I stare down at my phone, not knowing where my husband has been for the past twenty-four hours. He slipped from the bed in the middle of the night after kissing me sweetly and saying he had something to handle and he’d be back soon.
His eyes were soft and loving but I knew the kind of business he was taking care of. One that would likely leave blood on his hands.
My Xander will always have a small piece of him that’s dark and hidden from me. It’s part of who he is, and no matter what, I love all of him. Maybe it should bother me more since I spend my life healing, but I knew what he was going to do when he left and I didn’t say a word to stop him.
My father needed to die. I was told he was in prison where he belonged, but it didn't feel like enough for me or for Xander. Not when I told him everything my father put me through. Once I laid that on Xander, coupled with what he’d done to everyone we love, I knew there was no stopping him. And once we found out I was pregnant it was game over.
It would have been almost impossible for my father to ever reach me again, but that wasn't a chance Xander was willing to take. Since I’ve gotten pregnant I’ve had nightmares of my father showing up that have jolted me from the bed. Xander took them as a premonition and he’s been silently plotting ever since.
Very few people in the world know about the island, but still my hormones are ruling my mind. Xander went to put an end to me ever having one ounce of fear over my father—a man that doesn’t deserve the title. He was never a part of my life until I was an adult and like everyone else in his life, he used and abused me until Xander gave me a new life. But without my father coming into my life I might not have ever met Xander. It’s funny how fate can work sometimes. I can only think that it was all part of a bigger plan, not only Xander and me meeting but for my husband to put an end to my father for good.
I skim the article on my phone, reading about my father being found dead in his prison cell. The news is saying it was a heart attack and after I read a few more lines I put the phone down. I read what I needed to and now I know he’s gone for good. As much as I hated him, it looks as though Xander made it quick. I don’t like to think of anyone suffering, even if they deserve it.
“Wife,” Xander says as he comes up behind me. He smells soapy and clean like he’s just taken a shower. He moves the hair off my shoulder and kisses my neck. “I’ve missed you.”
I turn in his arms and wrap my hands around his neck as I stare up at him.
“I’ve missed your cooking,” I tease.
“Are you hungry?” He goes to pull away, but I don’t let him.
“I’m teasing you. I missed you too.” I smile right before he kisses me and I moan happily that he is home safe in my arms. We’ve gone from avoiding each other when we met to almost being inseparable.
“I love you,” he says against my lips. “You still love me?” he asks, and I can see the real question burning in his eyes. Do I still love him after what he’s just done?
“Xander, I’ve loved you from the moment I met your grumpy ass.”
He lifts me, sitting me on the counter in the medical center where I was organizing things I’ve organized already. I was only trying to keep busy while he was gone, and this was a mindless task I could do in silence. Both Collins and Berkley tried to keep my attention off Xander being gone, which was easy for a little with babies around, but my mind always went back to my husband.