Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
“Your sister is an adult.”
“I know. I mean after college. Let them finish their schooling and get into their careers. They’ll be more on their own feet. I’ll approach them then. Garrett and Sharon won’t have such a hold over their decisions. I’ll tell them who I am, if they don’t know me, and I’ll ask if they’d like to…I don’t know? Get to know their sister?” Her chin was back to trembling.
I caught her hands in mine, disentangling them from my shirt, and tugged her to me. Making a decision, I removed the ice packs. Realizing my intent, she protested, growing tense. I smoothed a hand down her back, lifting her completely onto me. Her legs. Her feet. Her thighs. I pressed her head to my chest. I wanted all of her weight on me.
“I’m going to say this to you and you’re going to listen,” I said, assertive.
She tensed, but I wouldn’t let her move. Not even an inch.
I gritted my teeth. “Your biological father’s decision is bullshit. He’s the problem, Sam. He is. Whatever the fuck his reason was, it was wrong. You know that. You are not the problem, and normally I’d never even think to say those words to you, but I know there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder. It’s not you. It’s him. It’s his wife. It’s whoever the fuck else made the decision Garrett would not be in your life. He is goddamn lucky to be sharing genes with you. And it is entirely his loss not to have you in his life. He’s the defect. You are perfect. You came from him, and you came out better than him. Your sister and brother, when you decide to approach them, they’re lucky to be sharing blood with you. This connection gives them an opportunity to know you, and I cannot for the life of me make sense why someone would choose not to know you.” I lifted her head so she could see me and how strongly I felt about this. “Unless they are fucked up. You got that? Your sister might be fucked up too—”
Her lower lip was shaking. “She doesn’t look fucked up. She looks beautiful.”
“Then she will be blessed to get to know her older sister, and she’ll probably be all sorts of pissed off at her mom and dad. That’s their problem. It’s not yours. You have so much love to give, and anyone decent would recognize the gift of having you in their life. That’s all you have to think about. Nothing else. You hear me?”
A few tears slid free until she wiped them away, but I’d gotten through. I could see her strength shining back at me. She was the Samantha I loved and held every chance I got.
She bent forward to graze her lips against mine. “Thank you.”
The kiss started light, but it didn’t stay there. Everything else melted away.
I needed my woman, but more importantly I needed to make her forget.
I rolled on top of her, moving over her, but I just kissed her. I wanted to push out all those thoughts and doubts he’d left in her mind. Garrett didn’t fucking deserve Sam as a daughter. There’d come a day when he’d return. He’d realize his mistake and he’d panic because she would be gone. He wouldn’t be able to get her.
I was going to relish that day because the fucker deserved to be punished every day of his life. Anyone who hurt Sam, who caused her even one sliver of pain did.
I tasted her mouth, and she gasped, her back arching up to meet me.
My tongue moved inside of her, commanding, but thoroughly letting her know that she was mine. All fucking mine. And I was hers. I was here. I wasn’t going anywhere. She could let go of the pain, any pain that was inside of her.
I wanted to fuck her so hard she stopped breathing, stopped thinking.
As I kept tasting her, I moved my hand down her side, moving her underwear and sleep shorts down. Then I rolled up, put my foot in them, and shoved them down at the same time I returned to her body.
I hissed as my dick came into contact between her legs.
That was my heaven. My paradise.
I rolled against her, pushing up. Moving.
She gasped, her hand sliding down my neck and shoulders. She rose, pushing half of her body up and against mine, angling her head for a deeper kiss. I moaned against her lips. A fucking saint sent here for me. My sanctuary. My salvation. That was Sam. That was every piece of love she’d given me over the years. All the smiles. The sighs. The tremors.
As her kiss grew more frantic, more desperate, and she scraped her nails down my back.