Series: Shame On You Series by Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“Yeah…just to cover our bases. She didn’t send a single message or make a single call. It’s not her. It couldn’t have been. I believe her and I trust you on this. It’s not Braelynn but there is another rat.”
“You believe her now?” I ask him and he only nods. Relief floods through me as Carter pours two glasses of whiskey. The crystal tumblers clink as he picks them up.
“We’ll figure it out,” he says and passes me mine, “we always do,” he adds before clinking the glasses and downing his.
He sets his down on the counter as the amber liquid soothingly burns its way down my throat. “You tell the others?”
“Of course, they all know it wasn’t her,” he tells me, looking me right in the eye.
Some part of me wants to break down and stop fighting simply from knowing I’ve won that battle. It wasn’t my naive girl. But the other part of me feels nothing but rage. “It’s the same person who set her up to take the fall. I know it. I know it is.”
Carter pats my shoulder again, firm and indicating agreement.
“We’ll handle it tomorrow. Sleep well.”
I tell him good night and stare at the whiskey bottle a little too long, realizing her name is cleared. That my brothers believe her.
I didn’t realize how much I needed them to believe her until this moment. Emotions I’d rather not acknowledge swarm me as I make my way back to her, knowing all too well the war isn’t over.
When I open the door, the first thing I see is her beautiful form, the second is a stack of papers.
The marriage license lays unsigned, a pen laying across it on my nightstand. As I stare at it, Braelynn turns in bed, rustling the sheets.
Pushing her hair from her face, she peers up at me through thick lashes. Her naked body is covered by only a sheet from her waist up and the comforter hugs her hips. She’s tucked it between her legs and untangles herself from it.
“Declan?” she murmurs my name and I swear I’m getting used to her waking up to me hovering over her.
I close the door and tell her it’s all right and to go to bed.
She groans a sweet and sexy sound as she rolls and her breasts nearly show, but the sheet still covers them. Fuck, she’s so goddamn gorgeous. I’m hard instantly. I close my eyes and hold back a groan as I strip down.
“What time is it?” she asks and I let her know it’s nearly 4:00 a.m.
“We should sleep in tomorrow,” she says sleepily and then hugs my pillow, scooting close to my spot, as if she’s waiting for me to join her. I love it. I fucking love the little things she does like that.
It doesn’t change the guilt though. It only makes it grow in my chest.
I tell her, as I stand at the foot of the bed, “I’m sorry I got you into all this.” My voice is low and at first, I think she hasn’t heard me, but then she speaks.
“I had an idea of what I was getting into.”
“If you could go back,” I dare to ask her, “would you?” The bed groans as I climb in next to her.
“No. That’s the part I can’t get over,” she murmurs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The raw honesty is something I didn’t quite expect.
I chuckle, deep and low. “It’s not funny but—”
“No it’s not,” she comments back although apparently my smile is contagious because she wears one too. It brightens up her face.
Smiling into the crook of her neck, I wrap my arms around her and pull her in close. “I fucking love when I make you smile,” I murmur at the shell of her ear and then nip her lobe. She yelps a sweet little sound while tangling her legs with mine.
I’m naked, she’s naked, and this is all I want right now.
“Spread your legs for me,” I command her, kissing down her neck and she’s more than eager to agree. Opening for me and wrapping her legs around my hips. Before gripping my cock, I let my thumb rub her clit and her body shivers under me.
The sight of her teeth sinking into her lip as her neck arches makes me desperate to feel her cunt wrapped around me. In one quick thrust, I’m inside of her. I don’t give her time to adjust, I don’t stop when she gasps or when her nails dig into my back. I fuck her like she’s mine, all mine to do whatever I want with. I shove myself as far as I can inside of her, groaning into the crook of her neck as she screams out my name. Then I pound into her, over and over again, loving how she cries out each time in utter ecstasy.