Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Maybe because I’ve always done stupid shit that got me into the wrong situations,” I told him with an arched eyebrow. I blew out a soft breath. “And your sister . . . Cole, that falls on Travis and Katie. We aren’t them.”
“You were taken from a hospital,” Cole ground out through clenched teeth, running his fingers through his hair.
“I wouldn’t have been in the hospital in the first place if I wasn’t trying to follow you up to London’s Tears’ territory,” I reminded him. No matter what, the problems I faced normally tied back to something stupid I had done.
Cole sighed and stood up, obviously done talking about our situation. He came over to me and gave me a light kiss. “If we can’t get out of this mess, maybe our kid can get us out of the situation when they take the president patch.”
He pushed me to our room and laid me on the bed. He crawled in bed beside me and pulled me against him, resting his hands on my belly. “It’s so hard to believe that you’re twenty-three weeks,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder.
I nodded, silently agreeing with him. I rested my head back against his chest. He rolled me onto my back and undressed me slowly, his lips gliding across my skin like a caress. I moaned softly. “C-Cole, is this good for the baby?” I managed to get out between my moans as he bit and sucked at my most sensitive spots.
“Of course, it is. I asked Dr. Kline.”
He pulled his clothes off, and I bent my knees so he could get between my legs easily. He pushed into me slowly, and I arched my back, moaning. I wrapped my arms around him as he moved in and out of me slowly. “Fuck, baby, I missed feeling you wrapped around me like this,” he whispered, running his hand down my side until he gripped my hip.
“Oh, God, Cole,” I moaned as he hit me at the perfect angle.
He smirked down at me with that classic Cole smirk, knowing exactly what he had done. He continued hitting that same spot. I dug my nails into his back as I came hard around him. He groaned. “God, I fucking love you, Amelia,” he groaned into my neck.
I froze beneath him, my eyes snapping open wide. “What?” I whispered.
Had I heard him right?
He quickly sat up and jumped out of bed, running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, Amelia. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” he said quickly, his voice panicked.
What? He didn’t mean it?
I felt my heart shatter in my chest. My chest physically hurt after hearing him say he didn’t mean those words. I looked away from him, covering up with my blanket, and turning on my side away from him. Tears trickled down my face, but I forced myself to stay quiet. I didn’t need him knowing how much his rejection had hurt me.
“Amelia?” he asked quietly.
I felt him touch my back, but I shrugged him off. “Don’t,” I snapped at him, thankful that my voice was steady and strong despite the emotional rollercoaster currently rushing through me.
The bed dipped suddenly, alerting me that he had sat down. He turned me over, and his eyes widened at the tears falling down my cheeks and wetting the pillow under my face. “Amelia, what’s wrong?” His face was pained as he reached forward to wipe away my tears. “I thought . . . I thought you freaked out that I told you I love you,” he confessed.
I shook my head at him. “I’m upset because you told me you don’t mean it,” I whispered, my voice breaking as another tear slipped down my cheek.
He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me tightly, rocking me comfortingly. “Baby, I only said that because I thought you didn’t return the feelings,” he whispered hoarsely into my hair, his arms tightening around me.
I shook my head against his chest. “Cole, I love you. I realized I love you when you were shot,” I mumbled into his chest.
He laughed in relief. “Fuck. Here I am freaking out, and you love me, too.” He shook his head. “You’ve loved me since . . . fuck.”
The door to the room flew open, crashing against my wall. Cole shot up right in bed, and my eyes snapped open. “The DM have showed up here and at Drake’s. Fucking get her to safety!” Travis barked, pointing at me before he rushed back out of the room.
Cole jumped up, grabbing his gun and yanking his clothes on. He threw me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and I yanked them on quickly. He handed me my gun and lifted me up into his arms, running out of the back entrance. He ran us into the woods, and we sat down behind a bunch of bushes. “Cole, you need to go—” I started, but he cut me off.