Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He remains still for a moment. I savor the feeling of true completion, of perfect melding.
His strokes are slow and deliberate at first. But it isn’t long before our breathing becomes ragged as he increases his pace.
Hard and rapid thrusts.
Just how I love them.
The world outside fades into insignificance as our bodies move in sync, each stroke pushing us closer to the edge. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath against my skin sending me reeling. His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of my body with a desperate need that matches my own.
The pleasure builds again inside me with each plunge of his cock into me.
I gasp, moan, whisper his name—all a crescendo that threatens to consume me.
His rhythm becomes more erratic as he nears his peak.
“Angie,” he groans into my ear, his voice a raw whisper.
Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, and I tense as I reach the brink, ready to tumble over into oblivion.
And then it hits me.
A powerful upsurge of ecstasy that sweeps me under. I cry out, my voice lost in the roar of pleasure that fills my ears. My body shakes as I cling to him, riding out the storm of sensations that shatters me in the most beautiful way.
“Angie,” he murmurs again, his voice echoing through the haze.
He thrusts once more. His body freezes, every muscle taut as he spills into me. His ragged breaths are hot against my neck as he rides out his climax, our bodies tangled in a sweaty mess of limbs.
Slowly, the tremors subside, and we’re left panting and sated, his weight a soothing presence on top of me. He rolls to the side of the bed and pulls me into his arms.
He plants soft kisses on my forehead and gently traces patterns on my bare skin. The room is silent save for our ragged breathing and the occasional soft murmur.
“I love you,” he whispers into the silence, his words heavy with emotion.
I rest my head on his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart.
Th-thump.
Th-thump.
Th-thump.
A drumbeat that soothes me like a cooling salve.
“I love you too, Jason,” I whisper back.
He tightens his arms around me and pulls me closer, as if he wishes he could climb inside me, truly make us one. We lie in silence. The moment feels both endless and fleeting at the same time. I close my eyes and let myself sink deeper into his warmth, savoring the sensation of being completely and utterly wanted.
As I doze off, he shifts underneath me. He plants a soft kiss on my forehead before whispering, “Sleep well, angel.”
And with those words, I surrender to the pull of sleep, safe in Jason’s arms.
Until I wake to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
I turn toward Jason…
But he’s gone.
Chapter Twenty
Jason
I left early, before Angie woke, because a text message came through.
The PI I hired found Lindsay’s old friend Rebecca Tate in Orlando, Florida.
It’s seven a.m. here, which means it’s nine a.m. where she is.
So I give her a call.
She doesn’t answer.
Probably because she doesn’t recognize my number. Can’t blame her.
I leave a voicemail.
“Hi, I’m calling for Rebecca Tate. My name is Jason Lansing, and I was married to Lindsay Davis, your friend from childhood. Please give me a call.”
After fifteen minutes, I resign myself to the fact that I may have to travel to Orlando and show up on this woman’s doorstep, when she calls.
“Hello, Rebecca?” I say into the phone.
“Yes. Hi. You were married to Lindsay?”
“I was.”
“So you’re divorced?”
My heart drops. “No. She passed away.”
She gasps. “God, I’m so sorry. She disappeared after graduation. I… I’ve thought about her over the years. I never imagined…”
“I apologize.” I rub at my forehead. “I thought you knew. Someone named Becca posted on her Facebook memorial page.”
“That wasn’t me. I’ve never gone by Becca or Becky. Just Rebecca.”
Fuck. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I mean, I haven’t seen her since high school, but like I said, I think about her from time to time. Wonder how she’s doing.” She sighs. “I guess I know now. I’m not on social media, so I never heard about this until just now. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. It was a while ago. Nearly three years now.”
“Damn. Again, my deepest condolences.” Another sigh. “May I ask what you’re calling about?”
“I’m hoping you can help me. I need to locate her old boyfriend, Ronny Burgundy.”
“Wow,” she says. “Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. He fell off the face of the earth, too.”
“Did he? Do you have any idea where he might be now?”
Rebecca is silent for a moment. “Last time I heard anything about him, he was heading out west,” she tells me. “San Francisco, if I remember correctly.”