More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Take it, princess,” Krew pants, his thrust slowing just the slightest as he presses a finger against my ass. I’m so keyed up, I don’t even flinch. He slips in easily, working me from both ends until I’m nothing more than a wet, writhing mess. “Goddamn, Tink. It won’t be long before you’re taking two cocks at once.” I clench around him, my body on board despite the questions and concerns that scenario conjures.
“Jesus, Tink.” His hand wedges beneath me and grips my throat. He squeezes, just enough to add some panic to the mix, and grinds his dick inside of me. I moan, giving him the go ahead to fuck me as he pleases. And he does. Several times. Afterwards, Krew stumbles to the bathroom, his balance so off-center he smacks the doorframe with his shoulder. I smile at his muffled curse, halfway to sleep when he finally comes back with a warm washcloth. His brow pinches with annoyance as he wipes his cum away. I sigh when he tosses the soiled rag aside and curls around me. Krew kisses my neck, his arm
...more
“Princess,” he greets me softly, a tender smile gracing his lips. “I’ve got some work to do, but I’ll see you later.” Krew drops a kiss to my forehead and turns to leave. Just as he reaches the door, he looks back and adds, “Be a good girl. Maybe fill Kash in on that new thing you like?” Krew smirks, his eyes alight with challenge. I flush from head to toe, but the pillow I throw in retaliation only smacks the closed door as he slips from the room. When I turn to face Kash, he has an excited, curious look on his face. I groan and burrow beneath the covers.
“Let’s go, stinky,” Kash orders, ripping me from the warmth of their bed. He stiff-arms me, holding my body away from his like it’s riddled with cooties as he struts toward the bathroom. “You reek of my brother’s baby juice,” Kash sneers, his nose scrunching in mock disgust.
Who knew orgasm deprivation could be so straining?
I open, allowing him entrance, hoping like hell the learning curve for blowjobs is pretty self-explanatory.
“Gonna come, sweetness.” I appreciate the heads up, but I’ve come this far, might as well finish with a bang. I’d like to know what the big deal is.
I try—I really do—but there’s no way in hell I’m swallowing. It tastes sterile. Like the smell of a hospital. Oh God, I’m going to vomit.
I can officially mark that off my to-do list, and place it on the never-again side.
“Now it’s my turn.” Kash grins wickedly as he reaches over and detaches the shower head. With his tool of choice in hand, he makes a game of finding out how many times he can make me come before the water runs cold. Three—the answer is three.
“Denvers just sent a text. They’ve secured a new safe house. He thinks Saylor can be moved by Wednesday, at the latest.” Fuck. That’s two days. Two goddamn days to drink my fill of her before she’s taken from me. Again.
While I understand the reasoning, my whole being rejects the notion of separating the six of us. We’ve created something special. This dependency I feel isn’t normal, but our love isn’t either and watching her leave will feel like having a limb hacked off with a rusty handsaw. Agonizing.
As my eyes close, that pit in my stomach starts to open. Dread builds rapidly as I envision the moment a blacked-out SUV will drive away with our girl, taking her to some unknown location for an indeterminate amount of time. I push it away, refusing to give it any room to grow. Say’s still here. I can feel her glossy blonde strands beneath my hand, hear the soft puffs of air leaving her slightly parted lips. For now, I have her. And no matter how long it takes, I’ll have her again.
“Stop!” I grip her upper arms, hoping to shake some sense into her. Say freezes, her fight getting replaced by a look of hurt. “I need you to listen, pretty girl. You can be angry at me all you want, but you have to be alive in order to put me in my place. And I promise, once this is all over, you can read me the fucking riot act. But right now, I need you to go downstairs and stay there.”
Roan glares at the camera, his eyes speaking volumes without a single word breaching his lips. Don’t you fucking dare. But he knows I’ll never sit back and do nothing. I did that for far too long, and I have no intention of letting him die. I’d be signing my own death warrant. It’d kill me to have his blood on my hands.
Something strange comes over me. This wave of hysteria that can’t be contained, no matter how hard I try to stave it off. A laugh bubbles out of me, sounding hollow and crazed. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.” I wipe the tears from my face, the atmosphere in the room growing infinitely tenser in a matter of seconds. Maybe he's broken me. After all this time, all the hell I’ve been through, this is what causes me to crack. I’m split wide open, my wounds and damage on display for all to see. My fear dissipates, leaving rage in its wake. It’s the driving force behind my actions, the anchor I cling
...more
As I’ve come to learn, loving someone makes you vulnerable in a way that nothing else can.
We’re nearing the forty-eight-hour mark since Roan made it out of surgery, and every minute has been spent impatiently waiting for him to finally wake up. It feels all too familiar. Too soon.
As close as I am with the guys, I’ve known Roan the longest. I’m connected to him in a way that I’m not with the others. We share everything but blood. At least, until two nights ago, when I donated a shit ton of it to keep the bastard alive.
I nod in understanding. “So now what?” “Now,” he clamps a hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “you live your lives in peace. However that looks. Just make her happy, Calloway.” Bloody hell, we’re transparent as fuck.
Carefully, I pick Saylor up and walk us to room 2208. “Lochlan?” She stirs, her blue eyes blinking up at me inquisitively. “What’s happening?” “Thought you’d like a hot shower.” I step inside the bathroom, hugging her against me as I get the water turned on. “What? No. I can’t be away from Roan that long.” She tries to push away, but I hold her tighter. “You’re burnt out, love. You’re no good to him like this. You need to recharge. When he comes around—and he will—he’s going to need you alert and fully present. I have a feeling you’re in for a mighty ass chewing.” Saylor gives me a watery
...more
As an only child, I craved my parents’ acceptance. It took me a long time to realize I’d never get it, no matter how hard I tried. Maybe that’s why this situation works for us. We’ve been eager for approval, and that’s exactly what we found in our relationship with Saylor.
“Sweetheart, I’m not sure that our first time should be in a shower stall at Pickler Med. You deserve more than that.” My voice is drenched with need, a fact she doesn’t miss. “What I need, is you. The when and where are inconsequential, as long you’re present.” Fuck.
That unbearable weight of worry falls away at seeing my brother awake. He’s groggy and in desperate need of a bath, but he’s okay. Goddamn him for kissing death like that.
“If you needed some time off, all you had to do was ask. Seems a bit much to go to such lengths just to get some PTO, don’t you think?” I stop beside his bed, paying no mind to the annoyed look Saylor shoots me. My eyes rake over Ro, pleased to see he has more color than he did. “That gray pallor you were rocking isn’t very fashion-forward. Happy to see you’ve gotten rid of it.” He smirks at my pathetic attempt at levity.
“Glad to see you breathing, brother.” I squeeze his thigh—the uninjured one—and bend down to speak against his ear. “But mark my words, I will beat your ass—embarrassingly bad, I might add—if you ever pull some shit like that again. Got it?”
“I hear ya loud and clear, Boss Man,” he slurs, the drugs pumping through his body causing him to fade away. “No more playing tag with danger pellets.” Ro knocks out, his sleep so instant and heavy that he starts to snore. I grin at Saylor, the pressure on my chest all but gone.
“Absolutely not,” Saylor sputters indignantly. “Roan will be leaving here in a wheelchair, or not at all.” Silence greets her declaration, followed closely by Kash doubling over, laughing his ass off. “This is going to be good,” Kade ribs, rubbing his hands together giddily. Oh, ye of little faith. If there’s anyone who can get Ro to do their bidding, it's the five-foot-two spitfire stomping away, looking for someone in charge to give her marching orders to. And like the good little soldiers we are, we’ll fall in line without complaint.
As I’ve come to learn, sociopaths excel in mimicking normalcy. Most people aren’t ever aware that they’ve come into contact with someone presenting markers for antisocial personality disorder. And I somehow encountered two in the first fourteen years of my life. If that’s not character building, I don’t know what is.
Maybe it’s not obvious to the others, but I can see how eager Kash is to make everything perfect. For someone who lacked warmth growing up, he wants to fill his own home up until it’s overflowing. All the things Kash longed for as a kid, he recreates for his new family.
I’m happy.
Life can change in the blink of an eye—for better or for worse. And sometimes, you have to endure hell to reach heaven. It just might take some time to get there. I’m pleased to report that I’ve arrived. I finally found my happy ending, and with any luck, Liam and Jeremiah have front row seats for the encore performance. I win, assholes. The End
