Trusting Again (Coming Alive Duet #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Coming Alive Duet Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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“Blaze!” I cried out, my head thrashing against the mattress. His mouth was the sweetest torture, and I felt like if he didn’t let me cum soon, I was going to fucking die. He kept bringing me so, so close to the edge before backing off. My entire body was shaking, and tears were burning my eyes.

He moved over me, and I whined, shaking my head, but before I could voice what I needed, he was sliding inside of me. He paused, his eyes closed, his jaw clenched. I ran my eyes over his face, panting. I was so full, and his cock curved just right, hitting something spectacular inside of me.

“Fuck,” he hissed. Then, he gripped my chin and pulled my face up to his. He tongue-fucked my mouth as he pounded into my cunt, claiming me in a way he hadn’t been able to claim me yet.

He moved us further down the mattress. I wrapped my legs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as I clung to him, so lost in everything he was doing to me.

“Blaze,” I whimpered. I sobbed, my back bowing off the bed.

“Come for me, Montana. Show me how greedy your little pussy is.”

I fucking soared.

3

Jonah

“How is she?” I asked Blaze when he opened the door. Montana had been alternating between our places the past few nights, but I noticed the night before last, she’d started withdrawing. It was obvious she was overwhelmed by how much we were doting on her and caring for her. But fuck, the last thing I wanted her to do was pull away from us. She fucking needed us.

Blaze sighed. “She’s being a fucking brat.”

I bit back a smile. The two of them were amusing as hell together, to be honest. And when she was with him, I got to see a side of her I usually didn’t see. She let out every negative aspect of herself around him, and he just gave back as good as he got.

He let me into the apartment. Montana was sitting on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her. She glanced over at me before scowling and aiming her attention back at the TV. “Why can’t John take me to my fucking appointment?” she bitterly asked.

I glanced at Blaze. Today, she had a doctor’s appointment, and it was also the day she would have an ultrasound and hear the baby’s heartbeat. I knew today might be hard, but it was clear she and Blaze were already arguing about it.

“Because it’s Jonah’s baby, and he deserves to be there,” Blaze told her firmly, his tone hard. “Get your shoes on, Montana. I’m not going to be happy if I have to pay a fee because you decided to show up late.”

The glare she shot him could have frozen Hell. “Like you’ll miss thirty-five fucking dollars in your bank account, Blaze.”

He gritted his teeth and stormed over to her. Gripping her arms, he yanked her up off the couch, planting her on her feet. She stumbled, but he didn’t release her until she was steady. He was rough with her, but he never let her injure herself either. “I said to get your fucking shoes on, Montana.”

She glared up at him. “I hate you,” she seethed.

I sighed. These two were like oil and water, and yet somehow, they fucking worked together. I didn’t get it, but I was beyond the point of trying to piece it all together.

“Montana, baby, please just go put your shoes on,” I spoke up.

She looked over at me, our eyes connecting. Blaze gripped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into the sides. Blowing out a harsh breath, she finally nodded. Blaze pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Good girl,” he rumbled. Her cheeks flushed, and heat blazed in her eyes.

We’d take care of that later, reward her for at least coming to this appointment. I just hoped like hell that it didn’t send her spiraling. Because it was clear Montana wasn’t coping with being pregnant yet. In fact, I was pretty sure she was pretending it didn’t exist.

Montana needed therapy—badly. But fuck, we had to take everything one step at a time. Sending her to therapy right now might be too much.

Blaze crossed his arms over his chest and looked over at me, his lips set into a grim line.

Yeah, he knew today probably wouldn’t go well either.

“Are you taking your prenatal vitamins every day?” Dr. Trish asked Montana.

Montana just nodded her head. She had yet to speak since we’d been in this room, but Dr. Trish was extremely patient with her, which I was thankful for. I knew Montana’s actions and mood might seem childish to others, but I knew she was struggling.

Her mental health was taking a dive.

And unless I forced her to have an abortion, nothing would fix it. And I couldn’t force her to do that.


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