Doin' a Dime, Vale, Lynn [top young adult novels TXT] 📗

feel like it can’t get any better, that what I felt last time wasn’t anywhere near as good as it was this time, you show me differently.”

I was panting.

My breasts were straining against the bra I never fully got off.

And I wanted to come.

Badly.

I wanted him to fill me up. I wanted his fingers on my clit.

I wanted his mouth on mine.

I wanted it all.

I wanted kids with him.

I wanted a life with him.

I wanted this all to be real and not ‘convenient’ anymore.

“We were never convenient,” he growled. “That was just the easiest way I could find to get you where I wanted you.”

I finished the twist in his arms, facing him with a gasp.

He made sure to twist me so that he stayed inside me as I moved.

The sincerity in his eyes had me reeling.

“What?” I asked.

He lifted me up and slammed me back down.

“You were never convenient,” he grunted. “Never.”

Then he proceeded to fuck the absolute hell out of me.

There were no other words for what he did.

He fucked me like a man possessed. Like a man that was set on proving a point.

That I was not a convenience.

And when I came, my mouth was on his.

His hands were on my ass.

And my body was on fire.

CHAPTER 19

Once you hit a certain age, you become permanently unimpressed by a lot of shit.

-Fact of Life

HUNT

The day had been shit.

I knew that it was going to be bad when the first phone call I got after I started work over an hour late was from my mom. On a new fuckin’ number.

Then my sisters, also on new numbers, started calling when I told my mother that I was no longer a part of her life and to stop calling me.

My sisters all thought that they had to play a role in my life, and none of them, Mom and Dad included, had ever liked any girlfriend that I’d ever had.

And I think they’d gone into today thinking that Wyett was a little gold digger.

She wasn’t.

In fact, she was so far from it that it was comical.

She hadn’t let me pay for a single thing since I’d gotten home.

Which sucked, because I knew she was struggling with money.

She’d literally just finished school and had started her first job and hadn’t been working there all that long.

She needed money in the worst way since she refused to touch any of her ‘nest egg’ as she liked to call it, but the only thing she allowed me to do was continue letting her live in my house.

Her words, not mine.

As far as I was concerned, my place was now hers, forever and ever amen.

No take backs.

“Hunt?”

I squinted at the doorway, surprised to see Wyett in the door.

“Yes?” I asked, sitting up from my computer and wincing slightly at the already pounding headache.

I couldn’t find my glasses.

And needing glasses and sitting in front of the computer squinting wasn’t the best thing in the world.

Yet, there I was, doing it.

But I’d do anything for Wyett.

And dealing with a small—okay, rather large at this point—headache so I could find the man that had taken a contract to kill her? That I’d do in a freakin’ heartbeat.

Pain was nothing I hadn’t endured before.

“I’m really hungry, and it’s that time of the month, if you get what I’m saying, and I would really, really, really like Chick-Fil-A. Can you go get it since you won’t let me leave?” She held her hands up in a pleading gesture that had me vowing to do absolutely anything she ever asked of me if it made her look at me like that.

“Yes,” I answered immediately. “Now? Or do you want me to wait a little bit until lunchtime?”

She waved her hand away. “They serve lunch all day long. It just takes longer. And if you don’t mind going now, I would be super, duper happy.”

I grinned and glanced at the search I was doing.

I was scanning the man’s financial records to try to get an idea of where he was at. But so far, no hits had come on any of his usual means of payment.

That likely meant that when he was on the job, the man paid in cash so he couldn’t be tracked back to a place.

Which was smart, because otherwise someone could do what I’m doing now and find him and track him anywhere he ever happened to go.

Leaving the page up, I picked up my phone and shoved it into my pocket.

Once I was up, I headed toward where she was standing in the door looking at me.

Her face was full of flames, which meant that she likely more than remembered the night before.

Stopping in front of her, I tilted my head slightly.

“You know that you’re mine?” I asked.

She swallowed and nodded. “I do.”

“You gonna stay living here?” I asked.

She nodded. “I am.”

“You gonna let me marry you again? This time in front of everyone?” I kept at it.

She didn’t say anything this time, just gave me a fierce nod.

“You love me?”

Her breath hitched. “I do.”

I grinned then and dropped a kiss onto her upturned mouth. “I love you, too.”

A weak laugh left her. “I know. You made me understand your intentions last night.”

I pulled her in by cupping her ass, making sure that she felt the erection tenting my pants.

“I’ll see you in about thirty minutes,” I said.

She grinned at me weakly. “Okay. Be careful.”

I gave her a look.

“It’s not me that has a hit out on me,” I pointed out. “Plus, I think I can handle my own.”

Turns out, I could handle my own up to a certain point.

• • •

I used my phone app to order our food as I sat in the parking lot and waited for it to arrive.

I was deep in thought, my eyes on the phone in my hands, and not the area surrounding me, so that had to be why I allowed them to get as close as they did.

Then again, there was only a certain