“Wallet,” he mumbled and I reached for it, pressing my pussy against his rock hard cock. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Nope,” I murmured, the little packet in my hand as my nails scraped down his chest, nipples pebbling under my touch. “Not yet.” I handed him the condom as my hands explored his chest and he made quick work of rolling over his shaft. “Now, I’m going to make you feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven.”
I sank down, feeling the tip of him prodding my entrance and shifted my hips forward until he penetrated, my swollen folds welcoming him. I rocked my hips and we both groaned. “Tori,” he shook his head. “You feel incredible.”
I lifted my hips slowly and then sank back down, feeling every inch of his hardness. He grabbed my hips, taking some of my weight and I felt him thrust. We found a rhythm and I whimpered as each thrust brought me closer. His fingers dipped between us and when he touched my clit, I exploded, my body milking him as he shouted in pleasure.
We collapsed backwards, my body sprawled over his. We both worked to catch our breath as sweat coated us. “Does this mean I still have the top bunk?” I questioned and he chuckled. “Because I really like being on top.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tori
My phone rang as I swept out the tattoo shop, the fire marshal had finally given us the okay to go back, and I’d decided it was time I paid Jean back.
“Hello?”
“Tori?” A girl’s voice cried and my arms went numb.
“Vivian?”
“It is you,” I heard her sob. “I didn’t believe the note. I thought it was a lie, but it wasn’t. You’re alive.”
“Oh, God, Vivian. I had no idea you thought I was dead,” I whispered, remembering Mom, Dad, and Vaughn standing outside the rehab facility. “I thought you knew.”
“No, they told me you died,” I heard her sniffling. “I want to see you.”
“Okay, okay. We can meet.” I sank down onto a half burnt chair. “I thought you’d hate me. That you’d never want to see me for what I did.”
“What are you talking about?” Vivian asked and I grew cold.
“I caused the accident that paralyzed you,” I answered, ready to hear the click as she hung up.
“No you didn’t. The other driver crossed the median and hit us head on. It wasn’t your fault, Tori.”
The world started to spin as I asked, “Are you sure?”
“I read the police report a thousand times. I couldn’t get over losing you.” There was a pause. “And then I got a note at my dorm, saying you were alive and I could reach you at this number.”
“I don’t know who would do that,” I admitted. “But I’m so glad to hear your voice.”
“It’s really you, Tori?” Her voice cracked and I squeezed the phone tighter.
“It’s me, Copycat.” She gave a muffled cry when I called her by the nickname I’d given her when we were still in elementary. “I swear, it’s me.”
“Promise me you won’t disappear.”
“I won’t.”
“Where are you?”
“Friendly. I’m in Friendly.”
“I want to see you.”
“Okay, this weekend? I can come to you.”
“No, I’ll come to you,” Vivian answered quickly. “I want to see where you’ve been.”
“Alright,” I gave her Cord’s address. “I’ll see you Saturday at noon, okay?”
“Okay. I missed you, Tori.”
“I missed you too. I love you, Vivian.”
“I love you too. Please don’t disappear again.”
“Never.”
I lowered the phone, tears streaking down my cheek as Cord came through the door. “Is everything okay,” he asked in concern, hurrying toward me, using the walking stick to sweep debris out of his way. “What happened? You heard?”
I glanced at him in confusion, “What? No.” I held up the phone. “My sister just called me.”
“The one who was paralyzed? Why now?”
“She thought I was dead,” I said dully, staring at the floor. “Someone sent her a note with my number. She had no idea.”
He looked taken aback. “Who would do that?” I shook my head.
“No idea.” I glanced back at him. “What were you saying? What did you think I heard?”
He frowned. “Crew’s gone.”
Author’s Note
This book was difficult to write. Cord and Tori have painful pasts and on the surface seem like the worst match in the world, but they were determined to find the good in each other. I fell in love with them and their story and I hope you did too.
Crew’s story is up next and will release on July 15th. He’s grown up in the shadow of the club and his brothers, trying to find his place and fill the shoes of a father he never really knew. Secrets come to light as Crew follows his heart, determined to avenge Deacon’s death. Keep reading for a sneak peek at his story, Traitor.
Always, thank you for reading. It’s a joy to be able to write and have others enjoy these characters I create. I appreciate hearing from readers, so if you can, please leave a review. Reviews make a huge difference in a book’s reach and helps me continue to write.
Happy Reading,
Kristin
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Traitor
Crew
I kicked the dirt, hating the helpless feeling that had consumed me since realizing Norah had run. I couldn’t convince Creed or Johnny to let me go after her, and they’d put me on probation for disobeying them.
“They wouldn’t even know she was gone if it wasn’t for me,” I muttered, walking the familiar path to Deacon’s grave. “I’m the one that realized the matchbook had Deacon’s phone number.” I still wasn’t sure what it meant, but it had cast suspicion on Norah which I hated. I knew she hadn’t done anything. She’d run because she was scared.
Scared of what? An internal voice asked and I shook it off. “She’s innocent,” I declared, my voice loud in the empty cemetery. I stopped when I came to his grave.
“Hey, Deacon,” I said, my head hanging as I shoved my hands in my pockets. “I messed up, man. Norah’s gone and I don’t know where. I keep screwing up your life, don’t I?”
The wind blew my hair in my face and I glanced up, shoving it aside and my gaze caught on something sitting on top of Deacon’s headstone. I reached for it when I realized it was a phone. There was nothing else with it and I glanced around the empty cemetery as I wondered where it had come from.
I pressed the power button, assuming it was dead, but the screen lit up, and a picture of Norah stared up at me. My hand tightened on the phone as it dawned on me who it had belonged to and who must have left it for me.
“What are you trying to tell me, Norah?” I murmured, staring down at Deacon’s phone. “What did Deacon know and why would they care about his phone?”
Traitor releases July 15th 2019.
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