He’s no less obstinate once he’s discharged.“You shouldn’t have paid my bill,” he complains.
I’m still skeptical that he’s been released so soon, but luckily, the bullet missed the bone, so as long as he rests, he should recover well.
“Sorry that I saved you from thousands of dollars of medical debt,” Lucky responds without an ounce of apology in his voice.
I set a glass of water at his bedside.“Is there anything else we can do?”
“Yes,” Sterling grunts, catching my wrist and pulling me close with his good arm.“You can come here.”
He’s propped up against the headboard of his king-size bed, taking up space, and there’s no mistaking what he wants.Not anymore.
He’s here, and he’s ours.No returns, no refunds, no more running away.
Beginnings always feel powerful, and this is so much more than a beginning.It’s the whole damn story.The lead, and the answer, and my future, wrapped up in one.
We’re linked together now, all three of us.
* * *
Make Your Choice:
more please*(go to 81)
oh, wonderful.there’s an epilogue(go to 84)
go back(go to 71)
Fuck.The elevator is taking too long.
“Come on.This will be faster.”
I grab Sterling’s hand and don’t wait for a reply, amazed that he’s letting me drag him to the stairwell.I’m half convinced this is a dream.That I didn’t really kiss him and he didn’t really kiss me back, and I’m about to wake up, back in that room with Tegan.
Sterling stops me at the second step, crowding me against the wall and teasing his lips over mine.“Slow down.”I can taste the humor in his voice, feel it as he pulls me into a deep, dragged-out kiss.
His grip, my God.He lifts me with ease, pressing his weight into me.I can’t get enough.
I need more.Need him closer, harder, faster.
He groans when I scratch my nails across his scalp, and finally—finally—he gives me what I want.
“Eager,” he says, pulling back from the kiss as he rocks into me.
Through denim and cotton, I can feel the hard line of his cock, impressive already, and I need it inside of me now.
“I saw you go into the other room, and I wasn’t sure I’d see you come out,” I pant, gripping him tighter with my thighs.
“I needed to know you were safe.”The drag of his thumb along my jaw makes me ache, slow and gentle, in direct opposition to how frenzied I feel.
There’s too much clothing in the way.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want, Mia.”
“You.It’s always been you.”
I yelp as he picks me up and carries me the rest of the way.
