Chapters (37)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Right at Him
- Ivan the Terrible
- I Blew It
- Don’t Give Up
- Whoosh
- Because We Love You
- Anytime
- Worth It
- Keep Putting in the Work
- Porn Preferences
- Us. Here. Finally.
- B
- Safe Place
- Fireman’s Hold
- Scratched the Surface
- Back on Track
- That Path Is Always Open to You
- Two Drawers
- Off
- Setup
- Tripped
- Stolen Base
- In Her Corner
- She Was Mine Before
- Fly Forever
- Deviled Eggs
- The Women
- Soar
- Discover More
- A Preview of "Dream Keeper”
- A Perfect World
- About the Author
- Also by Kristen Ashley
- Praise for Kristen Ashley
Every once in a while, she still texted him. Mostly hilarious memes and gifs and pictures of the funny faces made by the baby she had with her now husband.
So yeah.
Definitely worth sloppy blowjobs.
Sarong girl had only lasted the night.
Jordan had fucked his way through the Keys, stating, “One day, I’ll find the right one. And then playtime will be done. Since I want a lot of kids, I’m gonna have to get on that. So I don’t got a lot of time to have this kind of fun. Which means I gotta get what I can while I can get it.”
Jordan had been wrong, he didn’t find the right one.
But he was also right, he didn’t have a lot of time.
So it was good he took what he could get.
And had fun while it lasted.
Axl had pulled out the photos yesterday, their Sunday, and shown them to Hattie.
And he’d laughed when he’d told her about their time in the Keys.
Today, she’d found a frame and put Jordan—the real Jordan, the one he needed to remember, the one he got drunk with and laughed with and caroused with, the one who knew he’d be faithful to his wife and make a lot of kids—that Jordan was now in his house.
There was also Hattie’s note on the dresser, and when Axl could tear his eyes from the picture, and his mind from the memories, he picked it up.
Honey,
I’m at the studio.
Can you meet me there?
xx-Hattie
He felt a frisson trace up the back of his neck.
Because she didn’t text that or give him a call.
She put that note by that picture on her dresser.
And wanted him at her studio.
He dropped the note on the dresser, took another look at the picture in the frame, and calling good-bye to Cleo, who had no reply, he went back out to his Jeep and drove to her studio.
Her Rogue was parked outside of it.
She was starting week two of her time off from Smithie’s. There had been a lot going on before, with life, his mom and dad, another meet with her mom and boyfriend (that went a lot better, thankfully), Lottie’s bachelorette party, Mo’s bachelor party, and the wedding a week ago where Axl got to spend all day with her wearing that amazing bridesmaid dress celebrating their two friends getting hitched.
But when she could get there, she was in her studio a lot.
Including the last week, when she was up with him at six or earlier, and they kissed in the garage before getting in their respective cars and taking off for their days.