Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“That’s a miracle,” Hollis said as she looked on. “Seems like the Carter clan is getting quite a few of those lately.”
She looked pointedly at Quinn and I, followed by Ellodie.
Ellodie grinned. “Welcome to the miracle club, friend.”
She held out her fist to me, and I bumped it with my own.
I groaned when I pulled away and got the first good look at my fingers. “I broke a nail, too.”
That caused the entire Carter clan to burst out laughing, even Keene who was as white as a ghost.
“I had my sperm count checked, though,” Keene said after a few long seconds.
That change in topic had me snickering.
“Yeah, well, this baby was meant to be, because I went to the doctor and they said that I was well over two months along. This happened the night before you had your surgery, if we’re going by dates.”
Keene scrubbed his face with his hands. “And your IUD?”
“Gone.” Ande scrunched up her nose. “They couldn’t find it.”
“Well, guess you’ll be Keene and Ande plus three.” Garnett looked back at me. “Now, let’s talk about this fucking psycho, and what we’re going to do about her.”
Psycho indeed.
Within an hour, there was a city-wide BOLO—be on the lookout—for Elliette.
After evidence was collected—video footage and GPS location that put her cell phone in the area at the time of the tampering of my equipment—there was no going back from it.
She’d tried to murder me.
Long hours later, after everyone but Gable and Auden had gone home—they were currently on the couch in the living room, just in case—I was lying in bed next to Quinn and going over my day.
Remembering how helpless I’d felt as I’d fallen toward Earth, thinking that I’d ruined a lot of perfectly good years because of my fear.
Well, that wouldn’t be something that happened for me anymore.
And…
“I’m never going skydiving again,” I said to him, knowing he’d been lying there overthinking just like I’d been. “I’m… I’m never doing it again.”
It was something that I wasn’t going to get over.
Not ever again.
The helplessness. The utter horror that Quinn was going to have to watch me die.
“I’m glad,” he rasped, shifting in the bed to pull me just a little bit tighter. “I don’t think I’d have ever let you go again.”
I started to run my hand up and down the length of his abs, getting lower and lower each time.
It hadn’t been my intent to start stirring anything up for the two of us, but it was what happened.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “But I don’t think that I can do any of the work tonight.”
I twisted so that I was now on top of him, legs straddling his hips, and looking down at him.
“Gasp,” I teased. “You can’t perform, Quinn Carter?”
His hands ran up the length of my thighs, stopping when he met the crease of my hips before squeezing. “I can let you do all the work, but I’m too sore.”
I leaned forward and allowed my lips to drag up the length of his sternum, remembering how it felt to be cocooned in his arms right before we hit the ground.
He’d literally wrapped himself up around me, cocooning me from the fall that was going to rip us apart.
He held on throughout, too.
I remembered the moment of impact. The haybales. The smell of straw in my nostrils. The intensity of the impact.
I remembered the jolt and the hiss of air that left his lips, and the groan that followed.
I felt his throbbing cock as it pressed against my bare pussy—I’d only worn his t-shirt to bed—and I smiled against his chest.
Then I felt the press of my tooth—or lack thereof—and grimaced. “I hate to say this, but I’m vain enough that I want to get to the dentist tomorrow for a consult on getting my tooth fixed.”
He chuckled, his hands moving past my hip creases, underneath my shirt, to the smooth skin of my waist.
His hands spanned my belly, thumbs sweeping over my belly button and down, to right above my pubic bone.
“Can you be completely honest with me for a second?” he asked, pulling me in tighter to him.
Excitement flared in me at the feel of him there. “Yes.”
I’d be honest with him no matter what.
“How do you feel after today?” he asked. “And remember, I don’t want to hear what you think I want to hear. I want to know exactly what you’re thinking.”
I lifted forward, pulled his cock from between us, and notched it at my entrance.
Only as I sank down on him, and earned a groan from his lips, did I say, “If I saw Elliette right now, I’d murder her. I’d pull that gun out from under your pillow and pull the trigger. I’d take her out without a single ounce of…”
“Well isn’t that just convenient…” I heard a maniacal voice say from behind me.