Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
She sighs. “It’s kind of mine. I haven’t been the easiest to get along with. I told them all to stay away from River. I see that hasn’t stopped Emily.”
A rock hits my gut. “Why River, Misty? You say it’s because he still lives in the town where we grew up. But there’s got to be more than that.”
She shrugs. “Well, he’s hot.”
I can’t help myself. I grab her then. “I’ll show you hot,” I whisper in her ear before sliding my tongue over her lobe.
She sucks in a breath. “All of you are hot,” she whispers. “I just thought River was my best chance at...”
I shove my tongue into her ear canal, eliciting a moan from her. “How long has it been, Misty?” I demand. “How long has it been since someone licked your pussy on the beach?”
Her legs give way. I steady her and pull back, meeting her gaze.
“About as long as it’s been since you’ve had your cock sucked on the beach?” She gives a half smile.
I chuckle. Sienna and I were technically on the beach during our dinner last night. And before that, it was a week ago. I went on a pussy binge in LA before the guys and I arrived here on the island. I truly wanted to find a life mate here, so I figured I’d sow as many oats as I could. After all, when I do find my soulmate, I plan to be faithful.
I pull her close, our wet clothes clinging together. I want to kiss her, but something in me hesitates.
I sigh, sit down on the sand, and pat the spot next to me. What the hell? I already have sand in my ass from running into the ocean after Misty.
“Tell me,” I say. “Tell me what happened to you.”
“I don’t talk about it.”
“You told us how your father forced you to swim until your lungs wanted to explode. Then, you agreed with Emily that it was only the tip of the iceberg.”
“So my father’s a tyrant,” she says. “So what? Poor little rich girl, as they say. No one has ever felt sorry for me a day in my life, and I sure as hell don’t expect you to.”
“Misty...”
“At least I don’t have his genes,” she says, drawing circles in the wet sand with her fingers. “Something small to be thankful for.”
“Tell you what. I’ve got one of the best PIs in the business on salary. So does Seb. Between the two of them, we can find out who your biological father is, and we can find out what happened to your mother.”
“You knew my mother?”
I nod. “If she is indeed Lisa Patterson, then yes, I knew her. All four of us did.”
“Then you must have known the son. My half-brother. I can’t find anything else about either of them. Like I said before, it’s like someone has made all information about them vanish.”
Guilt crawls up my spine and threatens to eat me from the inside out. I don’t know anything about what happened to Lisa or to Misty’s biological father, whoever he may be.
But the brother? Jake?
I know why she hasn’t been able to get her hands on any intel about him.
I shake my head to clear it.
I can’t go there.
I just can’t.
But the fact is that I don’t have a choice.
Because all four of us are still living that day over and over again. A ghostly nightmare.
And we may never wake up.
I rise then, sucking in a breath. I need a break from this, and losing myself in Misty is just what the doctor ordered—whether it’s the right thing to do or not.
EPISODE 137
LOVE AND SECRETS
Emily
“Get on the bed,” River says, his voice low and dark. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
My heart pounds.
Do I tell him I love him?
Or do I tell him I’ve simply gone mad?
After all, they equate to the same. It’s sheer madness for me to love a Montana rancher.
But, oh God, his eyes...
That dark brown that smolders with an intensity I swear I’ve never seen.
I’ve already shed my clothes, and my nipples are hard and ready, my pussy already quivering.
So I obey.
Me.
Emily Kensington. A woman who’s never obeyed anyone in her life.
I bloody obey this cowboy stud.
I step into his bedroom and lie down on the bed.
Every inch of me is hyperaware. The slight chill in the room. The soft fabric of the bedding against my flesh. The unspoken tension between River and me as he stalks into the bedroom.
Damn, he’s so sexy. His hair is still damp from his dive into the ocean to save Misty. His shirt is clinging to his muscular chest, and I suck in a breath when he pulls it over his head.
“God, River...” I whisper.
“No talking,” he commands.
His voice holds an edge that sends me reeling.