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Because once you enter my life, I won’t ever let you leave.
this is my type of shit
I can’t explain why I love him so much.
Ryke the man you are, love the soft side
It’s his normal expression, one that’s insanely attractive in this possessive—I will protect you even if it fucking kills me—quality that I didn’t think I would like until I met him.
Despite this darkness that often swirls in his eyes, there’s a hardness along his jaw that’s dangerous, unapproachable, something that instantly hypnotizes me. I can’t look away. Even though I should.
“Don’t look at me like that, Daisy.” “I’m not looking at you like anything.” “I can tell when someone’s attracted to me,” he says without missing a beat.
“That’s the look you were giving me, sweetheart.” Oh. He called me sweetheart. I linger on that for a second, not hearing anything else really.
She grins, brightness in her eyes that I haven’t seen in a while. It’s gorgeous beyond fucking words. But at night, that light starts to slowly wane. It’s like Daisy Calloway is powered by the sun.
“I was just going to suggest taking off my boots. What were you thinking?” My tongue in your mouth. My cock so far inside of you.
Daisy digests this. “So you like older women then?” “I like all women, sweetheart.” She wears a crooked smile. “You like me?” Fuck me. “Daisy—”
Ofc he likes you Daisy
“Friends don’t do shit like that,” Lo retorts, pointing at my Ducati like it violated me. I would actually love to be violated on that motorcycle by Ryke Meadows. I wonder how rough he would take me.
I’ve been sleeping in the same bed as her. I’ve been taking care of her. She’s mine. She feels like she belongs to me. I don’t want to share her with any other fucking guy. And I don’t want to be with any other fucking girl.
“Hi, it’s Daisy. Not Duck and not Duke. Definitely not Buchanan. I’m a Calloway. If you haven’t misdialed then leave your name after the beep, and I’ll call you when I return from the moon. Don’t wait around. It may take a while.” BEEP.
And then his lips meet mine, kissing me with abrupt, forceful passion that explodes my chest. A breathless moan leaves me before I can catch it.
yay
Ryke Meadows has invigorated my body and soul. He is more than just my pillow. My wolf. My bodyguard. He’s my everything.
“I kissed you tonight because I want your lips to only touch mine. From now until forever. That’s the fucking truth.”
She’s the sun. I’m the dark. If she’s gone, I can kiss that fucking light away. Without her, I know I’ll never see it again.
“What we fucking have,” he says. “I love you beyond physical attraction.” He cups my smooth cheek, looking deep into my eyes. “I love you, Dais, because you’re the wildest fucking girl with the biggest fucking heart. And without you in my life”—he shakes his head like it’s an inconceivable picture—“I’d be the unhappiest fucking guy.”
“You love me,” I breathe. He lets out a short laugh. “You’re such a fucking girl.” “Say it again.” He smiles, a full blown one that tingles my body all over. “I fucking love you, sweetheart.”
Freedom doesn’t come with age. It doesn’t magically appear when you’re a legal adult. It comes when you stand up for what you believe in.
The camera caught her mid-laugh. She’s gorgeous. And she’s mine. I don’t want to burn this picture. I want to frame that happiness and revisit it every morning and every night for the rest of my life.
Aww
“Because when you find something you love, you can’t quit. Every failure pushes you harder. It’s in your soul and in your fucking heart.”
“I want to be with you, Dais. No more hiding.” I lean down and kiss her, cementing my decision.
yay
You are your own anchor. Do you want to keep burning or are you going to let yourself rise?
“You’re a hothouse flower,” I tell her. “You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.”
I’m in his arms. No longer just the sister of his brother’s girlfriend. Or the sister of a friend. Not even just a friend. I am his.
“You’re wild and daring and so fucking crazy.” It fits her feral nature—as odd as that fucking seems. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “I am proud to have you, Dais. Just like this.”
