Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
One determined female with lifechanging news.
Two protective, small-town best friends prepared to do whatever it takes to keep their woman safe.
Three people trying to build a future despite darkness repeatedly arriving on their doorstep.
The question is...can they survive what happens next?
Dark Romance
MMF Romance
Suspense
Alpha Males
Small Town
*This is book 2 and it DOES end on a cliffhanger
*This content is intended for ADULTS (18+) and DARK ROMANCE fans only.
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Chapter 1
Kipp
Bunny readjusts her head on my chest and continues faintly humming “Don’t Stop Believing” while scribbling the lyrics along my forearm.
I know Captain America is responsible for saving people, but I didn’t think he did the shit in real life.
But here he is.
Getting my woman to cuddle me.
Touch me.
Even make noise around me.
And because his goofy ass magically breathed life back into her – even if it’s just for the duration of this damn thing – The Losers is now going to the second-place position on my all-time favorite movies.
I still think it could use a few more car scenes though.
Then again, I think most movies could.
All of a sudden, the actions that literally jumped the dead battery in my chest begin fading about as abruptly as they began, prompting me to glance down to investigate why.
To see if I need to jolt them again somehow.
The sight of her peacefully drifting off immediately has my shoulders dropping in unfathomable relief.
Hell, when I first got into bed, she curled up so far away from me, I swore Nolan was wrong.
That she’d never touch me again.
Consider touching me again.
That I wasn’t just the last car she’d pick on the lot, but one she’d rather leave there without than ever drive.
The shit hurt so much I almost gave up and volunteered to just go back downstairs.
To go back to picking up the one part of my life I still know how to manage even in shambles.
Yet…like the low roar of a 1967 Mercury Cougar…Nolan’s voice idled in the back of my brain reminding me to man up.
Take the wheel.
Stay on the charted route, not the one her asshole ex wants us to take.
Having Bunny slowly gravitate closer and then eventually begin doodling on her own ink covered skin until I offered mine felt like running a necessary diagnostic test to confirm you’re making the right call before actually taking your tools to it.
And given that her doodling hand is now wrapped tightly around me while her soft breaths are heating up my chest, I have no choice but to admit our old man was right.
She needs to know we’re not going anywhere.
That we can adjust some shit to her needs; however, we’re not giving her up.
There’s no, for sale sign, in her window.
I’d rather be run over by an eighteen-wheeler eighty thousand times than ever even consider not fighting to keep her in our lives.
Not doing whatever I gotta do to keep us together.
I casually tuck one hand behind my head, wind the other protectively around her, and allow myself to close my own eyes for a minute.
She’s not the only one who hasn’t been sleeping.
And she damn sure isn’t the only one who’s been having nightmares, although mine are admittedly about trying to fix vehicles that are damaged beyond all repairs.
Pretty sure that shit is just a metaphor that I don’t need.
I’m not entirely sure how long I’ve been passed out when the sound of someone entering the room has my eyes flying open.
Nolan’s small, crooked grin over the sight of us snuggled lights up the space like a pair of high beams, a vision that instantly has me doing the same as I sexily purr, “Welcome home, Sir.”
“I like this welcome.” His arms fold firmly over his dress shirt at the same time the corners of his lips curl higher. “I’d like it even more if you were both naked…or if Rabbit were holding me an ice-cold beer.”
There’s no missing a beat from her.
She swiftly lifts the arm that’s coiled around me and flashes him her middle finger, proving yet again that our woman’s still in there.
She just needs a bit of a restoration job.
And the big mechanic in the sky knows I’m damn good at those.
“Evening to you too, Rabbit.”
The announcement of time has me tilting my head in confusion. “Fuck, really? It’s already that late?”
He slowly nods. “You needed the rest.” His gaze cuts to her next. “You both did.”
“Have you been gone this whole time?”
“Yeah.”
Jealousy does its best to blare too loudly from the backseat. “You and our attorney have dinner too, or did you happen to save at least one meal for the people you’re actually fucking?” His mouth twitches to bite back when Bunny unexpectedly pinches me in the ribs causing me to croak. “Ou!”
Nolan arrogantly chortles while our girlfriend props her chin up on my chest to give me a glare of disapproval.
“Why did you-”
The sardonic head tilt instantly provides the answer.
“But I-”
Her lifted eyebrows force me to back down.
Shift to reverse.
Relocate my stare to the man standing and sheepishly state, “Sorry.”
Nolan lightly laughs again prior to saying, “Thanks, Rabbit. That was actually better than you bringing me a beer.”
She shoots him a sassy wink and rests her head back on my chest to resume her cuddling position, an action that encourages me to pat the empty pillow beside us. “Get in bed.” His reluctance is painful to see yet easy for me to push past. “Get in bed with us, Sir.”