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Authors: Racquel Reck
Epilogue
Two months later…
Shay
Morgan’s arms wrap around me and squeeze me to his body. I soak up the loving embrace. He’s been out of rehab for a week now and will be leaving again to go on tour in a couple of days. He’ll be back for Christmas, but leave again after that to wrap up his tour. I wish we had more time. But this tour is to raise money for victims of domestic violence, and he feels strongly about it, which makes me love the man even more.
“Mm…” Morgan kisses the side of my neck. “I love waking up to this every morning.”
I squint at the clock. “It’s three a.m.” I groan and close my eyes. Our daughter just started sleeping through the night last week, and I want to take full advantage. “Not time to wake up.”
His hand roams from my hips up my nightshirt to cup my left breast. His morning wood presses against my ass, and I can’t help but grind into it. Arousal coils tight down below, and I want that hand to travel south. I’m tired, but my body doesn’t seem to care. It never cares about sleep when I’m with Morgan.
He nibbles my lobe as his fingers roll my nipples. “Tell that to my cock.”
I scissor my legs and moan. He has a way of making me become a puddle with his words. I turn to face him and my lips meet his in a kiss that goes from gentle to furious in
a matter of seconds. My hands glide over his sculpted warm chest, memorizing each cut for when I’m alone and he’s away.
He laces his fingers into my hair and massages my head. Tearing away from my mouth, he paints kisses down my neck then presses me back into the mattress. “God, I love you.” He grinds into me and his hand moves down my side to my thighs. “I
wanna marry you.”
I freeze. “Why? What we have is good. Why do we need it on paper?”
He props himself up and looks down at me. It’s dark, and I can’t see his face, but the tension in his stare is there, all the same.
“Because, Shay. I want you to have my last name. You’re mine, and I want everyone to know it.” He reaches over, hits the dim light on his nightstand and opens the top drawer. He pulls out a velvet box and opens it. Inside is an impressive rock in an elaborate setting made of silver or white
gold.
It’s freaking gorgeous.
I sit up. My heart does a double pound in my chest as I take the box. He’s given me so damn much, he really doesn’t have to give me more. Hell, he gave me Carla, brought Ben back home to me, bought me my new shop and taught me how to love the right way. Now this? What more can this man do? Suddenly the document I have in my top drawer seems so small in comparison.
I look up from the box and there’s that unsure look on his face again. The one where he rolls his lip ring between his lips.
He’s scared I’m going to say no.
It’s important to him.
“I never believed in marriage.” I stare down at the ring. “My parents are still married, but the whole time growing up, I never saw them kiss. Not once. They were both too busy with their own careers to care about silly things like love. They frowned on public displays of affection. Their
marriage was just another business deal.” I sigh and take the ring out of the box.
It really is a beautiful ring.
“We love each other and that should be enough. Why enter into a contract when what we are is so much more than that?”
He takes the ring from me and grabs hold of my left hand. “Because marriage is not supposed to be a business deal.” He slips the ring on my ring finger. “It’s a symbol of our bond. A promise that no matter how much the connection might strain, we’re married, and we’ll work through it. I never believed in it either. I watched my parents ruin each other.”
He half laughs. “When I died, for that brief couple of minutes, I saw my dad. It could have been a hallucination, but the message rang true. They didn’t destroy each other. They destroyed themselves. They shouldn’t have been married in the first place. Their connection wasn’t strong enough. But you. Me. What we have is. We’ve been through so much and bounced back. You straightened my ass out. You’re a gift. One I will cherish for as long as I live. So yeah, I wanna marry you.”
Tears trickle down my cheeks. My heart warms and feels like it’s going to burst. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’m scared to take this leap with him, but he—
we
deserve this. I found someone who loves my kids and me unconditionally. I owe it to him and myself to make it work. “Yes.”
I throw my arms around him and kiss him, pouring all my love, all my devotion into it, and try to articulate the depth of feeling I have for this man who’s changed my life.
He breaks away and pulls my nightshirt over my head, then presses me down to the mattress. His hands slowly stroke down my body as he plants kisses around my breasts. “These are mine.”
My back arches up off the mattress and his cock grinds against my panties. I love the way he feels. The way
he loves me.
He glides down, peppering butterfly kisses along the way. He stops when he reaches the waistband of my boy-shorts. His tongue entices a warm wave of arousal and he places his mouth over my panties between the juncture of my legs. I arch again. Pressing myself into him, aching for him to remove them, but not wanting to miss out on the assault of his mouth.
“Morgan, please…”
He laughs. The vibration from it awakens every cell in my body. I can’t take much more of his slow torture. I grab his hair and try to pull him up to me, but he grips my waist to keep me from doing it. I give up and fall back to the bed. He wants to take his time, and who am I to stop him?
He moves my panties to the side and laps up my essence. Pressure slowly builds and he slips his finger inside, his tongue on my clit, rotating slow circles at first, then he sucks it hard.
A surge of power breaks free, sending my back into an arch. “Morgan.”
My breath heaves and my thighs vibrate. Pussy clenching, all I want is him inside me.
He sits up and relieves me of my panties. His hand travels lightly up my legs. His ice blue eyes blaze with love and lust. He could
tame me with that look alone. I’d give him anything he wants, because he’s given me so much. His fingers dip inside me. With his other hand he presses against my mound. He watches everything he’s doing. Sheer determination paints his face as he tries to bring another one out of me. But I don’t want his fingers. I want his cock.
I stare at the tent in his black boxer briefs and lick my lips.
Rubbing my too sensitive clit, he catches my gaze. “Not until you come for me again.”
Everything explodes. Warm pulses through my muscles have me floating on a cloud of euphoria as I arch
back and close my eyes.
Morgan
There’s nothing compared to this visual. Her body shaking, rolling her hips for more of what only I can give. My dick grows impossibly harder, supersensitive to every brush of cotton from my briefs and demanding to be freed.
She said yes and it’s forever hers for the taking.
I pull down my briefs and slide up her body, running the head of my cock over her warm slickness. My mouth meets hers and my chest fills with love as her fingers lace into my hair. She tugs me closer to her like she wants to climb inside me.
She’s my other half.
She’s my soul.
And she’s my wife.
I slide into her body, seat myself to the hilt and stop. Tearing away from our kiss, I look down into her gorgeous, sea green eyes. She tries to move her hips, but I stop her. The tightness in my sack threatens that this will be over before we even begin and I want to go slow.
I take in every feature that is Shay. From the beauty mark on the side of her left breast to the tattoos that sporadically cover her. The tiny butterflies, skulls, and stars that paint her neck, to the words of poetry down her sides and Ben’s full name across her heart. I’ve seen them all before, but now I’m seeing them in a new light. She’s lived a hard life and I want to spend my lifetime making it up to her.
She tries to move again.
I stop her. “Wait a minute.” I lean down and brush my nose with hers. “I want to take my time with you.”
Her eyes roam my face and she cups my cheek. “I don’t know how to go slow.”
“I do.” I move out of her then slowly re-enter.
Her eyes roll and close.
“No, look at me.”
They snap open.
I continue my torturous assault on her body. She moans and squirms trying to get me to pick up the pace, but I want her at the highest point I can take her before I give her what she needs. Her muscles grip around me, coaxing me to lose my control. It’s too much for me to take. The building need moves my body faster. My balls move up like they want to vanish into my body. Drawing on sheer will to slow myself down, I flip us and hold her still for a minute. Not shooting bullets before she has a chance to take what she needs.
She stares down at me and my hands leave her waist. Her hips move slowly then she circles them. Her pussy feels fucking amazing. She picks up the pace and her full breasts bounce and tease me. I want nothing more than to suck the shit out of them, but they’re filled with breast milk.
I grip her hips and slam her down onto me. The pulls on my cock, the breathy sounds she makes, the smell of our lust, cranks me higher. “Fuck.”
I’m about to lose it. My dick throbs, every muscle in my body constricts and it’s all the warning I get. I pull her down to me and cup her face. Staring into her eyes, I explode inside her. Pulse after warm pulse shoots through me as she rides me into oblivion.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I feel the warm waves of her own climax through mine. I finish before she’s done, but let her finish before she collapses to me. Her warm, erratic breaths skate across my chest as my heart tries to slow down. The only sound in the room is our breathing as we come down from our high. Shay’s my perfect drug.
We lay wrapped in each other’s arms, and when we’ve both calmed down, we stay like that. I’m still inside her and quickly going limp but don’t want to break that connection.
Her hands lazily run along my arms. “Morgan.”
“Hm…”
“I know you love Ben like a son.”
“Yup, no question.”
She smiles against my chest. “He loves you too. And he’s so young.”
Where is she going with this?
She rolls over, reaches into her nightstand and pulls out a folder. Handing it to me, she says, “He thinks of you as a father.”
I sit up and open the folder. Scanning the document, I see it’s an adoption form. “You want me to make it legal?”
She shrugs and climbs up to sit beside me. “Only if you want to.”
This woman couldn’t surprise me more. I love the thought of them both carrying my last name. But is this what she really wants, or is she doing this for Ben? “Believe me, I want to. But Shay, you said you didn’t want to marry me before because marriage was like a contract. Isn’t this the same thing?”
She plays with the sheet between her hands.
Yup, nervous and not what she really wants, even though I have the papers in my hand.
She looks up at me. “Yes, it’s a contract. But it’s more than that to me and him. I wasn’t going to marry you until you made me realize how it would be. But that doesn’t mean that Ben doesn’t deserve your last name. I wanted him to have it. So this was the solution. But if you don’t want to ad—”
“I do. I just want to make sure you’re okay with it.”
She smiles wide and throws her arms around me. “You’ve given me so much. I don’t deserve a good man like you.”
I let go of the papers and wrap my arms around her, then kiss the top of her head. “You’re wrong. You deserve a man better than me and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure I’m him.”
THE END
Frozen Afflictions
Afflictions Book Two
Coming Fall 2014
Forever burning in a craving.
Bebe Wiseler hasn't had an easy life. Forced into prostitution at the early age of thirteen, she learned all to quickly how to please a man. If it wasn't for her brother giving Bebe a shot at a real job she might have ended up like all the other whores who roamed the night streets. Dead. But something did die in Bebe. Every day she fights the strong sexual urges that push her to do horrible things.
Frozen emotions of the cold hearted.
Tryst Kelly’s parent's made him want for nothing growing up. Well, except for their love, turning him into an emotionally closed off man. But it's not just their lack of care that's made him this way. He can't blame them really. He did something in his past. Something that's unforgivable. Nothing can make the hallucinations that plague him go away. Not his band. Not his new found friends. And when the dead start to rise he can't protect himself or the woman he loves from the truth.
The dead stand in the way.
Bebe is the only woman who can make him feel. Tryst is the only man who truly cares. With two brothers dead at Tryst's hands and Bebe spiraling out of control, they fight to keep their love affair secret. It's about to blow up with the resurrections of their shared past.
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To You
Thank you for taking
a chance on this indie author. Your support is invaluable and I hope that I can continue putting out books that suck you in and make you feel. This is just the beginning of the series and I’m doing my best to make the sequel blow this one away.
The Girls
Every single one of you has encouraged me and supported me through the making of this novel. From the time it possessed me for two weeks and got written, to the pain staking cuts and revisions. You’ve laughed with me over my crazy antics when I couldn’t get my characters to shut up. Had late night brainstorming sessions with me and calmed me down when something wasn’t going right. It was your eyes that helped me through this process and your belief in me that helped me take on the world of indie publishing. I can’t thank you girls enough. Okay, maybe I can, individually.
Nicola, my girl across the pond, you my friend have kept me laughing. Your eyes on my mock ups for my cover were a big help and your support during the time I was getting ready to publish
were just what I needed. Thank you for being there.
Dia
, you have a beautiful heart, your words and encouragement through this have meant the world to me. If it wasn’t for you Ben would have the voice of a fifteen year old. You helped me so much with his character I can’t thank you enough. I can’t wait until your sequel to Worth The Fall comes out. *Bouncing in my seat.* Can I say who it’s about? Can I? Don’t worry, I won’t spoil it.
Spice, my technical guru, thanks for introducing me to Red
Abept and Scrivener. LOL. Yeah, and right now you’re thinking, “Okay so that’s what she’s thankful for?” No, there’s more silly. You have motivated me so much, pushed me to reach for my career goal. Just like your Titan men, you are a force to be reckoned with. I have enjoyed all our convos and you always seem to be there when a question needs to be answered. You’re an amazing author and one I strive to be like one day.
Shex
, you have been with me from the gate when we both started on CC. I remember you were the first one to give me encouragement and made me feel like my stories weren’t boring. I swear one of these days I will publish It Lies Within. You’ve been there through every horrible crit and been my source to vent to. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t know the girls. Well, maybe Dia. But you turned me on to Jamie and Cristin’s books and brought me into the fold. I can’t thank you enough for that. I’m so proud of you for publishing your two books Wicked Wind and Wicked Waves and I’m looking forward to seeing Wicked Flames on my CC shelf. Thank you for all your support on Razor’s Edge.
Sparks, you definitely spark motivation into my ass. Thank you for putting up with my constant questi
oning on how to break onto the indie scene. Your wit and amazing personality can not be matched. Your take on the male perspective was just what I needed. You helped me out a lot with Morgan who I struggled with because I wasn’t used to writing an alpha male who’s also a happy go lucky pot head. Your suggestions rocked. I’m so proud of you and all you have accomplished, and like I said to Spice. You are an amazing author and I can only hope that one day I will be as great as you.
The Beta readers.
Thank you to those who took time out of their busy schedules to read this over for the final time before editing. You all caught my last minute eff ups after I revised.
Toshia
, girl can I say how amazing you are? Not only did you beta read and love my story but your support means more than words can say. You helped me out with my plot holes and steered me in the right direction to obtain bloggers. Your knowledge of what the everyday reader likes and doesn’t like helped me out with my final revisions. You have been a big support and I can’t thank you enough. I’m glad I made a new friend in you.
Sharon, thank you for taking so many looks at this novel. After reading chapter after chapter over and over again I’m sure it got boring but you hung in there and gave me you
r honest opinions. Including the last minute format checks. If it weren’t for you looking them over I would have ripped my hair out that day. ;)
Clare, thank you too
for hanging in there. You read sooo many drafts I swear you were going to get sick of Morgan and Shay but you didn’t and your support through everything has also been invaluable.
Melisa, your opinions where right on so many levels. You caught all my flaws with Ben’s character. And I can’t thank you enough for your i
nsight and taking this on as a beta read.
Carolyn, Thank you so much for going over this a final time and catching all the things that were missed. You helped out a ton and I’m truly grateful to have you as a friend and
crit partner.
The bloggers
Thank you for taking the time out to read my ARC and post reviews. We all know that it’s reviews that sell the book and I couldn’t have done this without each and every one of you.
Critique Circle.
This site has helped me more than I can say. From the novels that never got off the ground to this one. You have provided me with the tools and resources to improve my writing. I’ve laughed, cried, got frustrated and learned so much in a little over two
years time. Thank you for your support of indie authors like myself.
Tiaclare
, your consent encouragement has meant more to me than I can say. You were there for me when I started to doubt myself and new just what to say to keep me on task. You motivated me and cared for my characters.
Susieq
, your kick in the ass straightened me out when something wasn’t working. Without your tough love I wouldn’t have brainstormed and reworked the things that needed to be reworked. I can’t thank you enough for hanging in there and powering through.
Basb
axter, I thank you for catching my plot holes. You did a fantastic job pointing out where things didn’t make sense because of what was in the chapters beforehand. All the little things I missed you caught them.
Ginella
, you looked at this from the everyday readers stand point. It let me know that the reactions I wanted to give the readers were conveyed right. Thank you for your insight.
Linda, your wit had me cracking up. All your thoughts on what was happening in the story and all the mistakes I made
, you helped me notice them in a way that was positive. You have been my critique buddy since I started in 2012 and stuck with me through novel after novel I’ve posted. I loved all your crits and chatting with you about life in general. Thank you so much my down south grammar guru.
Thanks to the others that have put in time on my novel,
Vtiem, Amy33, Rookie, Sukura, Imjustdru, Eve, Etyrrell, Robbers, Onechoice1, Angel-g, Juliettexo, Karenginth, Catherine, Sheridan, Annika, and Jkenney,
My Family
Thanks to my husband and children for understanding how important this is to me. When the house was a tad bit messy, you cleaned it for me. When I had a dead line, Andy you took over for me and watched the kids so I could write. I couldn’t have done this without your support, both financially and physically. You all mean the world to me.
Laurie
Esslier, my fantastic mother in-law. If it weren’t for you this book wouldn’t have been edited. You took a chance on me and believed in me. I can’t thank you enough for always being there when I need you.
Cousin Billie
, owner of Demographic Tattoo’s in Farmington, Michigan, thank you for answering my research questions. You helped me out both in business and the process of doing a tattoo. Not only that, you gave me a really hot idea for a scene. ;)
Wes Reck, my brother in-law and owner of Angry Chair Tattoo’s, you also answered my tattooing questions. Thanks so much for your insight. Your knowledge m
ixed with Billie’s helped me bring Shay’s shop to life.
Morgan
’s song for Shay
Past on Repeat
Verse 1-sing
There’s secrets behind those lips
Ones that I haven’t missed
Don’t think I can’t see right to you
I know about the pain
The hurt from someone else’s gain
You’re guarded and I know why
Chorus- Screaming
Blast that past on repeat
He’s the razor between us
Keep slicing that vein
Blood isn’t enough
As your soul fades
So do, so do, so do
I
Verse 2-sing
Selfish fuckers are all the same
Make that cut deeper he’ll never change
Don’t ask me to hold that knife for you
He throws you down the stairs
Beats you so you know he cares
What twisted reality do you live in
Chorus- Screaming
Blast that past on repeat
He’s the razor between us
Keep slicing that vein
Blood isn’t enough
As your soul fades
So do, so do, so do I
Verse 3-sing
Staying doesn’t mean you’re strong
Your weakness lies in his every wrong
Power comes from kicking him out of your life
For every hit you took with his fist
Instead you could have had my kiss
Don’t let him come between us
Chorus-Screaming
Blast that past on repeat
He’s the razor between us
Keep slicing that vein
Blood isn’t enough
As your soul fades
So do, so do, so do I
Verse 4 - Shouts this
I can save you
Don’t let him come between us
