Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
"I love you," I murmur, driving into her again and again. "I love you, Red."
"I love you too," she sobs, head thrashing against the shower wall as I slip a hand between us to play with her clit.
"I'm never going to stop, you know." I nip the side of her throat, feeling her pulse fluttering between my lips. "I'm going to love the fuck out of you every day."
"Emmett," she whimpers.
"I'm going to worship you every day." I flick my tongue along the shell of her ear. "I'm going to fuck you like this every day."
Her pussy flutters around my cock.
"You're mine now, Nina. No takebacks."
"I don't want to take it back," she cries.
I smile, nipping her throat again. "Good because I won't let you."
I grind my thumb against her clit, pounding into her.
"I…I…"
"I know, baby. I can feel it."
She throws her head back, shouting my name as she gives in to the pleasure, coming all over me. And the feel of her convulsing on my cock sends me hurtling over the edge with her. I bury my face in her throat, whispering her name like a fucking prayer as my balls churn and I come hard, giving her every last damn drop.
They all belong to her anyway. Every goddamn thing I have is hers. She's fate.
Chapter Ten
Nina
"Did you find anything?" I ask Emmett, pacing restlessly around the kitchen late Tuesday. He had to be at work first thing this morning, so he and the fire department spent most of the day out looking for Nate again.
And I've been stuck at home with Callum Carmichael babysitting me. I'd rather be out helping look for my brother, but Emmett still doesn't think it's safe. As much as I hate to admit it, he's probably not wrong.
Going to work wasn't an option, either. There's no way I could risk putting the kids in danger. Until my dad's bookies are in jail, there isn't much I can do aside from what I'm already doing.
Being stuck at home is slowly driving me nuts, though.
I spent part of the morning dealing with the insurance company. Emmett doesn't want me to pay them off, but I don't really think I have a choice. If it means keeping myself and my brother safe, I'll gladly give up the money. It's not like I can miss something I never had anyway.
Since I got off the phone with the insurance company, I've scrubbed the kitchen from top to bottom already, plied Callum with enough cookies to put him into a coma, and then cleaned out my closet. Twice. The local clothes closet may end up with more of my wardrobe than I keep if I have to stay home much longer.
Apparently, I'm not very good at waiting around. Who knew?
"Unfortunately not, Red," Emmett sighs. "I had to head into town to meet Dillon, but the guys are still out looking. They've got the drones up again. Finn Taylor sent two of his out to help speed up the process. If he's out there, they're going to find him."
"Okay." I lean against the counter, closing my eyes. "I don't understand why he won't just come home if he didn't start the fire." It just doesn't make sense to me. What is he doing? Why can't he come home or contact me? The possibility that he's being held against his will seems more possible the longer he's out there.
"I know, baby," Emmett soothes. "Just give us time. We'll find him. Trust me?"
"Yes." I swallow hard. "More than anything." It's a little terrifying just how much I trust him. I didn't even know it was possible to fall in love this completely this quickly. And yet, every minute I spend with him just makes me that much more certain that he's exactly what I've always secretly dreamed about. Until him, I never let myself really believe I could have this. Part of me never thought I'd ever deserve a man like him. But every single day, that belief feels a little more outlandish.
That's his doing. He kisses me, and I don't feel like less than. He touches me, and leagues no longer seem to matter. It's just me and him and the need screaming through my veins. I just see him and the way he looks at me like I'm the only thing he sees, the only thing he wants.
He makes me feel like maybe I never dated because it was supposed to be him. He told me that fate led him to me in that house. Maybe he was right. Maybe all this time, it's been fate holding me back. I didn't understand it, so I got it all wrong and confused. It wasn't telling me that I wasn't good enough. It was simply trying to tell me that it wasn't my time. I hadn't found him yet.