Strung Along (Cherry Peak, #1)

by Hannah Cowan

“I make you come, Anna, you’re mine. No more goin’ in circles. You’ll be my woman.”

“Hope you know what it means to be mine, Buttercup,” I warn lightly, half out of breath. “I could say the same thing. I’m not an easy woman.”

“It’s too late to worry about turnin’ out as fools. Been thinkin’ about you daily for weeks now. Either way, I was fucked. I don’t want to focus on the after right now. Not when I have you in my arms like this for the first time. Maybe that’s not a fair thing to ask of you. But all I know is that you’re my woman now, and I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about it.”

“You don’t need to explain it to me. I know. I fuckin’ know how you’re feelin’ because I love you the same way. You’re it. Fuckin’ everythin’.”

“I’ve never been one to believe in any sort of afterlife. No God and pearly gates. But hell if I’m not considerin’ it now.” He swallows, staring straight at me. “’Cause there’s no fuckin’ way my daughter didn’t send you here to be with her boy.”