Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I’m going to come,” she breathed. “I’m so close.”
I didn’t stop what I was doing.
When you were doing something right, you never stopped.
I closed my eyes and dropped a kiss to her collarbone, ignoring the way there was water sloshing underneath my elbows, as well as the way that my knees were completely soaked.
I could vaguely hear the sound of a boat motor in the distance, but even that wasn’t enough to make me stop when I felt her start to ripple around me.
Whenever we came together like this, I was grateful that I didn’t have to wear condoms—that she was protected. I’d never experienced this—the way she made me feel—because I guess on some level, I’d never been able to trust anyone enough to take that step.
But with Reagan? I couldn’t imagine any it being any other way.
Her nails dug into my neck and scalp and the sharp pinch of one nail poking into the skin of my neck and causing my skin to break wasn’t even enough to make me slow or stop.
The moment that my balls were wet with her release and we were making a slippery mess, I finally let loose of my control.
My body locked and my slow, even movements became jerky and erratic.
My deep, long strokes became shallow stabs.
Then, my release took hold and dragged me into the bliss, too.
I growled into her throat, burying my face deep into the crevice, wondering idly if I’d ever be able to let this girl go.
And, at that moment in time, I wasn’t scared of the answer that I kept coming up with.
Hell no, I’d never be able to let her go.
Nothing but everything with her would do.
Chapter 13
Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.
-Food for thought
Reagan
“He’s where?” I asked in confusion.
“On Saturdays, he goes to this house.” Janie pointed to the image on Google Earth. “He stays there for a couple of hours, then comes home when the woman comes home.”
I frowned.
“Who does the house belong to?” I asked in confusion.
“Rome’s ex lives there, but Rome’s paying the rent. His baby mama leaves for a couple of hours every Saturday while he’s there,” she explained. “He also goes over there for two hours on Wednesdays if he’s home and during the week he goes to the hospital for an hour and a half on Monday and an hour and a half on Friday.”
My Spidey Sense was tingling.
There was something more going on here. From the stories that I’d heard not only from Tyler but also his sisters as well as Tyler’s friends the other day when we’d gone out to eat with them…what Rome had done just didn’t make any sense. Zero sense.
There was something more going on that neither Tyler nor I was privy to, but I had a friend—Janie—who was pretty freakin’ kick ass at figuring shit like this out.
Now I really, really wanted to know what in the hell he was doing.
“Any of those times that he goes and visits these places, is Tara with him?” I questioned.
Janie switched over to a different camera feed, which was playing video footage of him entering the hospital and exiting the hospital. “I’ve gone over about fifteen hours of footage for both days. I don’t see any sign whatsoever of her being there.”
“He’s sick?” I asked. “Why would he need to go to the doctor that much.”
“His kid is sick,” Kayla said, who’d been silent up until now. “That’s the cancer wing. Says right there on the door.”
Both Janie and I scooted closer to the screen.
“How do you know?” I asked, not reading that it was that particular wing anywhere on the doors.
The wording on the door was barely legible. I knew that it said something, but I couldn’t tell you what it said.
“Because I accidentally parked there when I took my baby to his first pediatrician appointment. I think the moment I walked through those doors, every single one of those ladies up front moaned at seeing my boy. I felt bad for even putting them through that. But once they learned that I was just lost, they pointed me to the opposite tower and told me to go there. I only know that place by the outside. The bear statue out front? That’s in honor of a little girl who lost her fight with cancer—the first one to die there in that new building,” Kayla explained.
I felt something in the vicinity of my heart wrench.
I didn’t want to feel sorry for Rome. I wanted to hate him.
I wanted him to be the asshole that Tyler, Henley, and Alana said that he was.
But honestly, I was thinking there was a whole lot more to the story than just what Tyler had told me.
I didn’t think Tyler even had the full story.
Which meant I was going to have to get it.