Series: Things That Matter #3
Caleb and I were done keeping secrets from each other. Everything needed to be
resolved before his trial; first and foremost, the depth of deceit we’d failed
to unravel. The stakes were higher. And as our past, present, and future
collided, we should be on the same page. But what if I knew something that
would destroy him, and us?
I would do anything for him. Anything for us.Caleb
My father was a liar, a manipulator, a killer. He was—me. Only, the
longer I’d been away from him, the more those broken pieces of myself had been
gravitating back together. Because the mind was a powerful thing. And love—was
a weakness. A strength. A four-letter word for loyalty. Where was mine? Not in
the hands of the man who’d made me this way. So I didn’t have to wonder what
would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. Instead I wondered,
could I stop it?
followed Paige through the mirror as she walked over to the weight rack. I
didn’t want to include her in everything that went down for her safety, but it
was the only way to prevent her from taking off again, trying to do it on her
by the five-pound weights, wistfully dragging her fingers over them before
picking up one in each hand.
arched. “What are you doing?”
a month. My arms are weak. I just need to”—she bit her lip as she curled first
one and then the other dumbbell—“work them out a little.”
to her and plucked the weights from her hands before setting them back onto the
rack. “This isn’t starting slow. Two-pound weights are. Better yet, no weights
at all.” I touched her stomach. “You were a personal trainer. You know to use
your core even when you’re only doing curls. With the added weight, it’ll be
too much stress on your stomach.”
doing some wall pushups and a few other exercises this week, you know that. But
they aren’t enough.”
but I don’t want you to push too hard too fast. If you pull something, it’s
going to take you twice as long to recover.” I bent and retrieved my weights
from the floor and set them on the rack. “We have to go anyway. That was
Stuart. We’re meeting with him and Langley.” My arm dropped around her
shoulders as I guided her to the door.
being my boyfriend doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do.”
“I still know what’s best for you. But if you really want to work out your
arms, I could think of a few ways. Massaging my back. Rubbing my—”
the gym opened, revealing a guard standing in the hallway, so I lowered my head
and whispered in her ear, “Cock.”
past few days, she’d started to do this thing where she casually cupped my dick
and balls, and it had been driving me fucking nuts. It didn’t help that I got
embarrassingly hard every time she touched me. Like I was getting this second.
she murmured, and I peered down to see she was smiling.
suck.” She didn’t need to see the desire in my eyes to know where my mind
will.” She looked up, and my eyes grew hazy with desire as we continued out the
door and down the hall.
pent-up need to fuck her was making me fear the moment I finally did. Hard,
possessive. Caveman-style, I was sure. I was also sure her body wasn’t ready
going to do with that mouth?” I muttered under my breath, my cock throbbing.
few ideas,” she said as a matter-of-factly.
“Tell me. Later. In detail.” My hand circled around the nape of her neck, and I
caressed. “I would love to hear them.”
Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since.
Her favorite genre is romance with a little angst, which is why she writes
sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a bit more in depth, but so
much fun to read.
without sugar and milk. Apart from reading or writing, she loves to snowboard,
even when she’s catching an edge and face-planting in the snow. She absolutely