Chapters (37)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- About This Book
- 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
- Chapter Thirty
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Excerpt The Tangle of Awful
“Go home,” I growl, unable to keep from nipping Willa’s bottom lip. “We’ll talk about this later.”
I don’t wait for them to answer. It takes everything in me to pull away from Willa to retrieve her bags. I toss them into the house and take her hand, tugging her along after me.
“Wait,” Willa says, breathless. “What about Dempsey?”
“Hugo is dealing with it,” Gemma assures her. “Don’t worry.”
If I know anything, it’s that my brother will get Dempsey out of jail before his ass even warms the bench. The main concern today was Willa and now she’s here with me. Everything is going to be okay.
“Bye, children,” I grunt out, smacking the button to close the overhead door. “Don’t just walk in unless you want to see something you can’t unsee.”
“Eww,” Gemma complains over the sound of the door closing.
As soon as they’re gone, I close the garage door to the house and then press Willa against the wall, locking her in with my hips.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, studying her tearstained, puffy face.
Her smile is breathtaking. “I am now.”
“You brought bags with you.”
Pink darkens her cheeks and she chews on her bottom lip. “It was probably presumptuous—”
“You’re moving in with me.” I press my forehead to hers. “No question about it.”
She nods and closes her eyes before a sigh of relief escapes her. “Thank you.”
“I want you here,” I murmur, my hands sliding down her front to the button of her jeans. “I need you here. I don’t think you understand how much you’ve gotten inside me, sweetheart.”
A tremble ripples through her. “He touched me… I want it gone. I want you. Everywhere.”
The feral desire to claim her, marking her all over with my scent and seed is overwhelming. I’m not gentle or careful as I strip her clothes from her body. The tear of my own shirt isn’t enough to jar me as I yank it away with haste and eagerness. With one, two, three beats of my heart, she’s naked. I’m naked. We’re finally together.
“Get it wet,” I command, my voice husky. “This will be quick.”
Her nails rake down my naked chest as she kneels. A hiss rushes past my lips when her breath tickles my shaft. My dick jumps in anticipation. She curls her small hand around my massive cock and sets to licking the damn thing like it’s a sweet treat.
“Such a fucking tease,” I growl. “You’re killing me.”