by Webster, K
Share Me
Copyright © 2019 Ker Dukey
Copyright © 2019 K Webster
Cover Design: Amy Queau
Photo: Adobe Stock
Editor: Emily A. Lawrence, Lawrence Editing
Formatting: Champagne Book Design
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Books by Ker Dukey
Books by K Webster
Dedication
Playlist
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Epilogue
Choke Me by Ker Dukey and K Webster
Books by Ker Dukey and K Webster
Acknowledgments from Ker Dukey
Acknowledgements from K Webster
About Ker Dukey
About Author K Webster
Empathy series:
Empathy
Desolate
Vacant—Novella
Deadly—Novella
The Broken Series:
The Broken
The Broken Parts Of Us
The Broken Tethers That Bind Us–Novella
The Broken Forever—Novella
The Men By Numbers Series:
Ten
Six
Drawn to you series:
Drawn to You
Lines Drawn
Standalone novels:
My Soul Keeper
Lost
I See You
The Beats In Rift
Devil
Co-written with D. Sidebottom:
The Deception series
FaCade
Cadence
Beneath Innocence—Novella
The Lilith’s Army MC Series:
Taking Avery
Finding Rhiannon
Coming Home TBA
Co-written with K Webster
The Pretty Little Dolls series:
Pretty Stolen Dolls
Pretty Lost Dolls
Pretty New Doll
Pretty Broken Dolls
The V Games Series
Vlad
Ven
Vas
KKinky Reads Collection:
Share Me
Choke Me
Joint Series:
Four Fathers Series
Blackstone by Jessica Hollyfield
Kingston by Dani Rene
Pearson by K Webster
Wheeler by Ker Dukey
Joint Series:
Four Sons:
Nixon by Ker Dukey
Hayden by J.D Hollyfield
Brock by Dani René
Camden by K Webster
The Elite Seven Series:
Lust by Ker Dukey
Pride by J.D. Hollyfield
Wrath by Claire C. Riley
Envy by MN Forgy
Gluttony by K Webster
Sloth by Giana Darling
Greed by Ker Dukey and K Webster
Psychological Romance Standalones:
My Torin
Whispers and the Roars
Cold Cole Heart
Blue Hill Blood
Romantic Suspense Standalones:
Dirty Ugly Toy
El Malo
Notice
Sweet Jayne
The Road Back to Us
Surviving Harley
Love and Law
Moth to a Flame
Erased
Extremely Forbidden Romance Standalones:
The Wild
Hale
Like Dragonflies
Taboo Treats:
Bad Bad Bad
Coach Long
Ex-Rated Attraction
Mr. Blakely
Easton
Crybaby
Lawn Boys
Malfeasance
Renner’s Rules
The Glue
Dane
Enzo
Red Hot Winter
KKinky Reads Collection:
Share Me
Choke Me
Contemporary Romance Standalones:
The Day She Cried
Untimely You
Heath
Sundays are for Hangovers
A Merry Christmas with Judy
Zeke’s Eden
Schooled by a Senior
Give Me Yesterday
Sunshine and the Stalker
Bidding for Keeps
B-Sides and Rarities
Paranormal Romance Standalones:
Apartment 2B
Running Free
Mad Sea
War & Peace Series:
This is War, Baby (Book 1)
This is Love, Baby (Book 2)
This Isn’t Over, Baby (Book 3)
This Isn’t You, Baby (Book 4)
This is Me, Baby (Book 5)
This Isn’t Fair, Baby (Book 6)
This is the End, Baby (Book 7—a novella)
Lost Planet Series:
The Forgotten Commander (Book 1)
The Vanished Specialist (Book 2)
2 Lovers Series:
Text 2 Lovers (Book 1)
Hate 2 Lovers (Book 2)
Thieves 2 Lovers (Book 3)
Pretty Little Dolls Series:
Pretty Stolen Dolls (Book 1)
Pretty Lost Dolls (Book 2)
Pretty New Doll (Book 3)
Pretty Broken Dolls (Book 4)
The V Games Series:
Vlad (Book 1)
Ven (Book 2)
Vas (Book 3)
Four Fathers Books:
Pearson
Four Sons Books:
Camden
Elite Seven Books:
Gluttony
Not Safe for Amazon Books:
The Wild
Hale
Bad Bad Bad
This is War, Baby (Book 1)
Like Dragonflies
The Breaking the Rules Series:
Broken (Book 1)
Wrong (Book 2)
Scarred (Book 3)
Mistake (Book 4)
Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)
The Vegas Aces Series:
Rock Country (Book 1)
Rock Heart (Book 2)
Rock Bottom (Book 3)
The Becomi
ng Her Series:
Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)
Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)
Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)
Alpha & Omega Duet:
Alpha & Omega (Book 1)
Omega & Love (Book 2)
For those of you who are a sucker for the romantic stuff…
like butt sex and ass spanking.
Listen on Spotify here.
“Back to You” by Louis Tomlinson and Bebe Rexha
“I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” by Zayn
“Pillowtalk” by Zayn
“Loud(y)” by Lewis Del Mar
“The Death of Me” by Meg Myers
“War of Hearts” by Ruelle
“Love is Mystical” by Cold War Kids
“White Noise” by Badflower
“Little One” by Highly Suspect
“Where is My Mind?” by Pixies
“Blossom” by Candlebox
“#1 Crush” by Garbage
“So Real” by Jeff Buckley
“Hold Me Down” by Halsey
“Like Lovers Do” by Hey Violet
“Movement” by Hozier
“R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys
“Sex on Fire” by Kings of Leon
“Like Real People Do” by Hozier
“Wild Horses” by Bishop Briggs
“Can I Exist” by MISSIO
“Tempt My Trouble” by Bishop Briggs
“I Feel Love” by Donna Summer
“Sweet Young Thing Ain’t Sweeet No More” by Mudhoney
Seventeen Years Old…
Heavy, wet tears drop to my cheeks, causing me to sniffle to contain the sorrow pouring out of me.
My heart feels too heavy, cracking inside my chest like a glass paperweight being dropped into the rocks of the ocean. People around me watch me with sympathy and pity. I hate it. They don’t know me—no one does. Mom was the only person who really knew me, truly, and now she’s gone. I’m really alone.
Dad’s hand grips mine tight as if to remind me that’s not true…only it is. He mumbles down at me to wipe my tears, stuffing a tissue in my face with his free hand. He loves me, but he loves his career more, and I’ve always known my place in the world he created for himself. Mom knew her place too, and she performed her role like she was created to be a politician’s wife. Grown in a field and picked as the ripest wife. Perfect childbearing hips, pretty face, refined grooming, well-taught manners and views on world topics, but not too much to be confused with her thinking her opinions matter.
She was there as a prop to my dad, and I was an extension of that prop. Americans loved nothing more than a family man with home values.
When the crowd finally parts, Dad begins to tug me away from the hole in the ground they lowered my mother’s casket into. The urge to pull free and throw myself down there with her is so strong, Dad has to tighten his hold on me like I’m a petulant child. His eyes scorn me, frown lines tugging down his brow. Will I ever be allowed to grow up?
Set myself free, give myself some room to just breathe and accept I’m alone.
Swallowing my grief, I dig deep for courage and allow Dad to drag me away.
His crisp blue suit stands out in contrast against everyone else wearing black. Mom always loved him in blue. She bought him that suit. A rock has formed in my throat, restricting me from speaking when a woman joins us and asks me a question no one should have to answer minutes after burying her mother.
“How are you coping with the passing of your mother?”
“Not now,” my father barks toward her. Flashes of camera lights spark in my face, stunning me and causing me to almost stumble backward in the silly heels my dad’s PR team insisted I wore. Who knew I needed to be dressed a certain way to appeal to the public at my own mother’s funeral. But Marjorie—Dad’s own personal public relations advisor—insists I must sparkle, even in his shadow.
Before I actually fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms come around my waist to steady me, making a little gasp whisper through my parted lips. Before I have time to gain back my equilibrium a wall of muscle surrounds us. Four men shielding us from the glare of the lens. Their backs protecting me from the overzealous media trying to impose on such a delicate time in my life.
I’m ushered by the man behind me toward a black limo parked on the grass verge. His arm grips me against his firm, built body, his jacket coming around me to hide my face as the other three men in front of us move until we reach the car and I’m deposited inside. My chest is tight and my breathing is ragged from the ordeal. Before I have time to compose myself, all four men accompany me within the car, causing a trickle of fear to engulf me when one sidles up next to me. Scanning them one by one, no recognition sparks and I’m about to flee when the door re-opens and my dad gets in with us. Exhaling the breath I’d been holding, I fidget a little in my seat, knowing all eyes are trained on me.
My gaze travels around the array of bodies, all eyes piercing and penetrating something inside of me I can’t grasp a hold of or explain. Strong jaws, defined features, and muscles that strain their suits. They look like something from an action movie.
“Clove, this is my new security team. Integral Defense Security. They’ll be looking after us from now on,” my dad announces before typing something into his cell phone.
Taking them all in, my mouth opens and closes, causing the one sitting in front of us to smirk.
“Clove, huh? Like a four-leaf clover?” He smiles, his hazel eyes curious and slightly amused. I frown in response. “Ford Cross,” he says before pulling open his jacket to reveal a gun and three knives carefully tucked away. “Executive Weapons Specialist. Pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” I mutter, leaning back in my seat some.
“It’s okay,” the one next to me informs me, his shoulder nudging into mine like we’re old friends. His cologne surrounds me, filling the air with an intoxicating scent of citrus and coconut water. My eyes lift to meet his. Bright green, enchanting eyes. Golden skin to match his golden-brown hair. He practically glows, like a handsome prince from one of my fantasy novels. “The name’s Leo. Leo King. I’m IDS’s Open Source Intelligence Agent. In a nutshell, I find out anything and everything about everyone. You’re safe now and we will always be here to protect you from them,” he says, nodding toward the throngs of people outside the limo, “and anyone else.”
Both men seem genuine, kind, and fierce. My nerves settle a bit until someone bangs on the window. Ford already has his hand inside his jacket and out with his gun drawn before I can even turn my head toward the sound.
“Jack,” Marjorie hollers, tapping the glass again. “They aren’t going to let you leave without some sort of statement.”
Dad pats my knee and kisses my cheek before giving Marjorie a nod that has her stepping away from the door. “Take her back to the house for the wake. I’m going to deal with the press,” my dad notifies the men and then opens the car door. He leaves me inside with these four strangers who just concealed my sorrow from the world to view.
“Lucky little Clove,” Ford says with a smirk as he tucks his gun away, “you can trust us. We’re here to keep you safe.”
Lucky?
“Safe from what?” I manage to croak, a rogue tear slipping from my eye.
The man who caught me outside and guided me into the car reaches forward and with a slow and precise movement swipes the tear with the pad of his thumb from my cheek. His eyes are a blazing blue that seems to penetrate me to my core. I can tell he’s the oldest in the group by the way he seems to drip with authority that makes me feel safe. My eyes linger on a rogue strand of inky-black hair that hangs over his dark brow. It makes me want to reach over and push it away so I have an unobstructed view of his gorgeous eyes.
“From the wolves trying to take a bite,” he answers with a smile, his hand lingering on my skin a second longer than necessary. It’s strange the instant calm saturating my body with them all watchin
g me. “I’m Sebastian Constantine. I started IDS four years ago and brought in my most trusted ex-military brothers. Every single one of these guys, I trust with my life. And you can too, Miss Sterling.”
“Clo is fine,” I murmur.
Sebastian grins and then nicks his head toward the dark-haired brooding one on the other side of him. “You can trust us, Clo. Even this wise guy.”
Ford snorts. “Zac? He’s shady. You gotta watch him.”
Zac, the man in question, turns his dark-brown eyes my way. His jaw clenches as though he’s angry, which causes my pulse to quicken. Then, he winks at me. No smile or anything else, just a wink. It surprisingly calms me.
“Zac Stone,” he grunts out. “Electronic Security Agent.”
Sebastian leans forward again, capturing me with his electric blue eyes. “We are a team. Your team. Keeping people safe is our specialty. We won’t let you down, Clo.”
For the first time in a long time, fear ebbs inside me like a receding tide.
Not fear of being in danger, but the fear of being alone.
I sigh and relax back into the comfort of my seat, my eyes closing and exhaustion coming over me. For the first time in forever, I think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.
They are here to save me from the big bad world.
I have my own four saviors.
And I need them, for future days like this.
I am not alone.
They are mine.
Six years later…
Image after image flits across my screen from William’s Facebook page as I scroll through, stalking his profile. I don’t even remember these photos of us being taken. It’s like he has a version of our relationship in his mind that differs so much from reality it’s worrying.
It’s almost as if he’s designing a picture-perfect illusion just for the outside world, which doesn’t surprise me. I lived that way my whole life. It’s something I’ve come to expect from the people in my life.
William, like my father, is in politics. Image is everything to them. Damn, him being like Dad was the appeal in the first place. Not in a creepy way, just in a He’s what I know kind of way. What I’ve always been taught is normal. What was expected of me.
