Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I didn’t have to think before answering. “No.”
The side of his mouth hitched. “Then what’s the point?”
My chin quivered. “I can’t answer that. I’ve never known the point in any of this.”
He let out a loud sigh and wrapped me in both of his strong arms. “I know, Sparrow. I know.”
“I don’t think you do.” I tried to sit up, but he held me tight.
“We’ll talk, okay? I don’t know what’s going to happen to us. It’s been almost thirteen years. You haven’t moved on. I can’t keep my hands off you and my heart is sick and fucking tired of trying. We have a lot of things to talk about, some of which are going to be an absolute dumpster fire. But I don’t know how to stop loving you, Thea. I’ve tried. And tried. But here we are. Fucked up and in love.”
My lip quivered. “Fucked up and in love. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
He grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back and pressing a lingering kiss to my lips. “That’s sad. And only serves as further proof to how fucked up we truly are.”
We.
There was a we again.
One word. Two small letters. And the debilitating weight of losing my soulmate ebbed from my system.
Gripping the back of his neck, I kissed him, deep and long. I kissed him like we were kids again and a world of suffering didn’t exist between us. Our mouths moved with a practiced ease, but our tongues danced and explored like we were strangers.
And in this life, I supposed we were.
My heart beat for him.
My lungs filled for him.
My veins bled for him.
But this was new and different. And, God, did I need it to be different.
“Shit,” he whispered against my mouth. “We probably should have used a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control, and unless I’m mistaken, I don’t think you can give yourself an STD.”
He chuckled. “Birth control, huh?”
“I started it when I found out you were coming home.”
Turning into me, he slid a hand to my ass and dragged me flush with his front. He was hard again, long and thick. The tears were still wet on my face, but sparks ignited between my legs. “You were that sure we were going to end up here?”
I half shrugged. “I’m persistent.”
“That you are.” Rumbling with approval, he kneaded my ass and rocked me against his length. “You are also fucking sexy as hell.”
I smiled and nuzzled his nose. “I’m the only woman you’ve seen in over a decade. I’ll wait a few months before applying for supermodel status.”
“That’s not true. Tiffany was here the other day.”
My mouth fell open, and I gave him a hard shove. “What the hell, Ramsey?”
A loud laugh sprang from his chest as he flipped me to my back. My legs immediately fell open, welcoming him home.
He put his feet to the floor and hooked my thighs to drag me to the edge, his smoldering gaze aimed between my legs. “It’s good to see that jealous streak of yours is still alive and well.”
I watched with rapt attention as he slid his hand up and down his shaft. “She’s practically my sister, and you’re about to—” I let out a hiss, pressing my head into the bed as he filled me, slow and torturous.
“I’m about to do what, Sparrow?”
“This,” I panted.
He planted himself to the hilt, stretching and filling. “And what’s that? What am I doing to you?”
“Ramsey,” I breathed.
“That’s not an answer.” He reached out and caught my hand, bringing it to his mouth, where he swirled his tongue over two of my fingers. Fire blazed a trail straight to my nipples when he guided my wet fingers to my clit. “Show me what you did when you thought about me between your thighs.” He withdrew ever so slowly and then drove back in hard and fast.
“Oh, God!” I cried out.
A sudden knock at the door had us both freezing. “Um, Ramsey?” Nora called. “I am really, really, really sorry to interrupt you guys, but um… Your parole officer is here.” She paused and then nervously finished. “With the cops.”
All the color drained from his face, and in the very next heartbeat, my Ramsey was gone.
Suffocating panic filled the room as he snatched his boxer briefs off the floor. Every muscle in his body strained as he tugged them on. “Get under the covers.”
I pointed to the floor. “My clothes are just—”
“Covers,” he barked, pausing with his hand on the doorknob.
The comforter was still on the floor from when I’d slept with it, so I scrambled under the sheet, my anxiety skyrocketing.
The minute I was fully covered, he yanked the door open. A short, gray-haired man in khaki slacks and a polo shirt was standing next to Nora.