Stutter.: Rayne-Moore University (Rayne-Moore University Duet Book 2)

by Ruby Darling

The bookshop café, ironically named Livres d’Adam Pour Belle – Adam’s Books for Belle (which I found out is the Beast’s actual name which is dumb because he looks like a Tristan)

I sit on the leather jacket eagerly as he sits on the sleek, black piano bench and wait as Lex plays the first morose notes, slow and somber and I wait for my turn to begin, my heart an aching mess at hearing it how it’s meant to be played. Because there’s nobody else I’d rather see help bring my death lullaby to life, than the man that saved mine.

survive enough today so I can thrive tomorrow.

Home isn’t always a house. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s a dysfunctional family that somehow makes it work because the love there makes it home.

“Daddy Damon is putting his foot down.” I giggle. “Jonas…” Damon warns. “I know, I know. Don’t call you daddy. Hey, are you the top or bottom? Maybe Maverick is daddy.” Damon huffs out an exasperated breath.

Thank you for getting the snow chains installed, Maverick.” Damon thanks. Maverick grunts and since I’m almost fluent in Maverickese, I’m pretty sure it means ‘you’re welcome.’

I feel a thumb and a finger under my chin as Damon gets me to look at him, gunmetal eyes smokey. “When and if you ever call me Daddy, it’s because my dick has been so far down your throat, and I’ve fucked you every which way to Sunday you can’t remember my name, much less yours.” He growls, letting go of my chin to focus back on dressing our girl. Holy fuck. I gulp, my heart stammering in my chest, blood flowing a little too quick down to my dick and back up. What the fuck?