Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)

by Ava Harrison

“For Aiden to break a ten-year streak of avoiding that awful woman, there’s a story there. I’m telling you now that if I uncover anything, I’ll have no choice but to run with it.”

course you will. You’re moonlighting as a journalist, but you’re a scum just like the paparazzi.” His face turns hard. “I am a journalist, and I’ll be renowned one of these days.” “So what is this? Your pre-award gloating? Get over yourself,...

“This is a warning. If you have anything to hide, anything that will hurt him, the only way to save him from the fallout…” “Is to leave.”

“You seem like a good girl. Like someone who truly cares for him. If you’re hiding something, do you really want to take him down with you?” With that, he turns and walks off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My stomach turns, and I know I’m going to be sick.

The question is…what am I going to do to save Aiden from the fallout?

“Feel like what, Cass?” Her head lowers, and she whispers, “I’m not a good person.”

“That’s the biggest pile of bullshit I have ever heard.” Her lips might be set into a thin line, but I don’t miss the way her chin trembles. “And true nonetheless.” “Stop this. You’re the best person I have ever met.”

“Yet you barely know me.” I drop my hand and take a step back, eyes never leaving her. “And whose fault is that?” “Yours…you left.”

“I said I’m sorry about that. But now we’re together, and you can talk to me, Cass. Tell me what’s going on in your head.” “Maybe the time for the truth is too late.”

“Just talk to me,” I practically beg. I’m not sure where this is coming from. She obviously doesn’t know I went to Michigan, or she would have said something. So what the hell is going on?

me. Kissing me fiercely. Something is different about this kiss. It feels desperate. It feels final. But as her tongue swipes inside my mouth, all questions and rational thoughts are gone. My brain has left the building, and the only thing I can think about is being inside her.

pull my zipper down and free my cock. I barely have time to kick off my pants before she’s practically crawling up my body, trying to get closer. Once I’m free of my pants, I grab her leggings, and pull them off her body, taking her thong with it, until she’s bare to me. I push her back onto the bed, her legs hanging off the side as I pull her thighs apart and step between them.

“Move back,” I command, and...

I crawl up to join her. She lifts her bottom, opening...

grab my dick and stroke myself from root to tip, lining myself up with her pussy. I grab her legs, and with one thrust, I sin...

always feels like heaven wrapped around me. Her tight walls grip me so tight I can only groan out a sound as I fuck her with abandon. I watch as I slam into h...

I pull out. “Turn around,” I demand. “On your knees.” She moves quickly, getting into position.

She meets me thrust for thrust, my balls slapping against her skin. She moans my name, which only makes me more feral. I’m fucking her like my life depends on it. Chasing our orgasms.

Reaching down, I place my thumb on her clit and rub her ferociously until her body quivers and quakes. “I’m coming,” she moans, and at her words, electricity shoots down my spine as my own orgasm erupts.

Cassidy is gone. I’m about to tear this place apart. Call the police. Anything to find her when I see a piece of paper folded on the desk. Heading across the space, I grab the paper and open it up. It’s her handwriting, and that’s when I see it’s a letter for me. My throat feels like I swallowed shards of glass as I read the words in front of me. She’s left me. My fists clench, but I keep reading, and what I see next has the note slipping from my grasp.

You were my only safe place. You were my home, and when you left, you took that with you. I don’t write this to make you feel bad. I know you regret the past, but unfortunately, the past has a way of resurfacing.

I know you went back there. I know you asked questions. I should say that I’m sorry for coming back to you, but I’m not. Having one more minute with you was worth it. Even if I have to lose you to keep you safe. But as long as you’re with me, you’re not. I lied to you when I said I wasn’t hiding something. I lied to you every time I didn’t speak my truths. I can’t lie to you anymore. I did something. Something that eats away at me. I can’t have that hurting you.

I killed someone. His blood is on my hands. The longer you stay with me, the more danger I bring to you. It’s only a matter of time before my drama hits you. I’m sorry. I love you. But to save you, to protect you, I need to leave. I can’t b...

“I’m listening,” he drawls. “I need you to look into the death of Ace Sawyer. He died around eight or nine years ago.”

“Location?” I sigh. I wish I had more to go on, but I don’t, so I give him the only information I have. “That I’m not sure, but he’s from East Sanford, Michigan.”

This folder changes nothing. Cass and I are inevitable. I can’t live without her, and now I need to make her see that.

“The journalist approached me. Your mom ran right to him after you left her place. He knew there was a story—and warned me.”

“I realized right then and there that if you stayed with me, my past…my secrets, they could hurt you. I was trying to save you.”

“Again, with you putting yourself last.”

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need you to save me? I should ...

“I read your letter,” he says. “So you know why I left.” “I know why you think you left but—” “You don’t know anything.” My fingers grip the hem of my shirt, twisting the material.

“So then tell me what happened, Cass. Enough secrets. If you’re going to end things, don’t you owe me that much? I want to hear the real reason you think you need to protect me.”

“I still remember the day as if it was yesterday. I remember walking along the path, heading to your tree.”

became. “I used to go there every day after you left. I’m not sure what I was hoping for. I knew you were gone, and by that point, I knew you weren’t coming back. Almost two years had passed by.” “I’m sorry—”