Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Pride swells in my chest. Relief, too. “You’re happy with the idea?”
She answers by leaning in and kissing me. Slow and soft, it’s the kind of kiss that holds a hundred promises and hope for the future. “I love the idea,” she whispers, smiling. “And I love you. I love you so much, Kade.”
I know I must be dreaming. Since when do I deserve to be happy? Since when do I feel sure of the direction I’m traveling in?
Since Allie. No matter how I tried to forget her, I never found a way to separate my soul from hers. Now, I’ll never try again. “I love you.” It feels right. True. I know who I am and where I belong. It’s my choice. My legacy is mine to build.
For the first time in a long time, I don’t hear laughter in my head anymore. My father’s hold over me has ended.
With Allie in my arms, it’s time to start a new chapter. One we’ll write together.
Epilogue
Allie
There is nothing like late spring to make me feel alive. Sometimes it seems like winter lasts so long that spring will never come. It always does, but that feeling doesn’t go away from year to year.
Now it’s late spring, and summer is around the corner. I’m lying back on a blanket and staring up at the clouds with a soft breeze making the tall grass sway. It stirs my hair and carries the scent of pine down from the mountains. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, pulling as much of it as I can into my lungs.
Reaching down, I run my fingers through Kade’s thick, unruly hair. His head rests on my stomach, eyes closed, a look of contentment on his face. Kade Bishop is actually content. It’s got to be a miracle, right?
“We really should head over there.” My voice is low, almost drowsy. I feel like I’m coming out of a deep sleep. Maybe I am. If so, I really wish I didn’t have to wake up because this is too nice. Having these moments together, quiet, just the two of us.
He opens his eyes, holding up a hand to shield them from the late afternoon sun. “We should skip it.”
I buck my hips to bounce his head off me, and he laughs. “Oh, sure. That would look really great. This whole dinner was your idea.”
“Seemed like a good one at the time.” He pushes himself up on one elbow to smile at me. It warms me from head to toe to see how happy he looks. I love feeling like the reason he is. He says I am, but I still want to pinch myself whenever he does. It doesn’t seem possible.
“And here I was, wasting all this time lying around when I could’ve been doing this.” He cups my jaw in his hand without any of the roughness that used to be his default mode. Unless I want him to be rough, but that’s different.
He takes a second to stare down at me. I could drown in his eyes. He stole my heart and filled it with more than I ever thought it could hold. More happiness. More peace. More feeling like I’m where I belong.
His kiss is everything, and like always, that’s all it takes for my body to come alive. Nothing matters now but more. Right away, my back arches so I can touch more of him, so he can reach more of me. He slides an arm under me and rolls, taking me with him until I’m on top and he’s stretched out under me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers between kisses, running his hands over my thighs, pushing my dress up around my waist. All I can do is bear down on him when the heat and the need that flares to life in my pussy demands satisfaction.
The sun is warm on my skin when he pulls the top of my dress down far enough to expose more of me. He laps at my breasts, sliding his tongue under my bra cups before pulling them down, too. I sigh as he takes them in his hands and pushes them together, moving his tongue back and forth, scraping his teeth along my nipples before sucking until I’m soaking wet and gasping for air.
“I need you inside me,” I gasp, grinding against him, loving the moment but also ready to cry because it’s not enough.
“In such a fucking hurry,” he whispers before snickering when I groan. “We should’ve gotten you on the pill sooner, so we could fuck whenever.”
“We’re making up for lost time now.”
“Do you like my cock that much?”
“You tell me.” I take his hand from my chest and wedge it between my legs, where the crotch of my thong is already soaked.
He sucks in a breath before I watch his eyes get even darker, half lidded, with need swirling in them. “Hungry little pussy. Should I give it what it needs?”