Page 105 of Where We Promise

Jamie kept going, increasing his speed as his cock slid in and out of me.

“Missed this, Pen. We’ve barely even had time to start, and I have so many plans for us. So many different ways I plan to fuck you, to have you,” his teeth gently bit down on the lobe of my ear, while his cock hit somewhere deep inside me, “to completely own you.”

My head rocked against the wall as his deep strokes continued to hit that desperate place in my core, until finally an explosion of heat and stardust seized me in one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I was screaming, or moaning, my nails gripping my husband’s shoulders while I began to float away. I vaguely sensed Jamie cursing and then he froze completely, pulling out of me in a rush. I felt his slick cock bob against my stomach, pulse once and then with a loud groan, his release coated my skin. He kept me against the wall with the sticky mess between us, all while he worked to catch his breath.

“You okay?”

I didn’t ache or hurt; it was the last day of the fourth week, so maybe I had healed enough.

“I’m okay.”

Jamie peeked at Connor to make sure he was still sleeping and then carried me into the room. He gently set me on the bed, staring down at the mess he’d made, his eyes focused and intense.

“Clean up, Pen then go talk through whatever you have to talk through. Because I know this shit was a lot to take in, but I’m not sorry and I know you slightly hate me for it. I’m not going anywhere, so take all the time you need.”

I decided to head into town and take some time at The Drip, with just Connor.

I knew Harris was outside, but all I needed was a little time to think. I pulled out the letter that had arrived a few days ago, but I hadn’t had a chance to read yet. My thumb traced over the return address as a hole seemed to open inside my chest.

Miles had written me back.

I carefully ripped into the letter as I stared over at Connor, seeing he was peacefully sleeping in his car seat.

I took a deep breath as I began to read.

Dear Penny,

It was good to hear from you. I know I didn’t handle things well when your mom passed. I know I didn’t show my emotions well, but I was in love with her and when she died, it felt like a part of me died too. Then I lost you…and I know I didn’t make it seem like you were welcome here, but again that was the grief talking.

I’d like to see you. To meet your new baby…was it a boy then?

What did you name him?

I heard that you got married, Penelope. Not sure how to process that or the fact that I wasn’t invited. It hurts but I understand.

Sounds like you’re still living with the Stone Riders…sounds like they have a bit of a complex system on their grounds set up. A house on the back of the property, and the front…sounds confusing. How do you even get to it, and are you staying in a cabin…where’s that located on the property?

Maybe I could set up a time to see you and the baby? I’d really like that.

Look forward to hearing from you,

Miles

I reread certain parts of the letter and was a little apprehensive about some of his questions regarding the property, but maybe he was just trying to get the logistics, so he could picture it. I wanted to write to him, to talk and express how conflicted I was over Luke being killed and the confusion it created in my heart. I was in love with my husband, but I was angry with him.

Something churned in my gut that I needed to be careful with what I said. I would have told Jameson, but what if he decided to kill Miles next? What if he decided to kill anyone that was perceived wrong, or that had defected and wasn’t loyal to him?

How far did this new possessive behavior stretch?

I wondered if Miles knew about Jamie trying to throw his hat in the ring before I started dating Luke. I had so many questions for my mom, and while I was annoyed, I knew whatever she’d done was to protect me. There was no way to change the past, so it wouldn’t do any good to be upset over it. Still…had he known? Did everyone know but me?

I folded the letter up and placed it back in my diaper bag. I needed to get someone else’s perspective on this and talk it through.

THIRTY-THREE

JAMESON

THREE WEEKS AGO

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