Page 117 of Wish You Were Mine

His grin was feral. “Yeah, Summer. My girl.”

He drove into me again, starting a rhythm that slowly drove me higher and higher. All I could do was cling to him and take what he gave me.

I kissed him as we moved together. His pace never eased. It wasn’t fast, but it was relentless. There was no escape from the sensations pouring through me. My head landed on the pillow, and I stared sightlessly at the ceiling as he filled me over and over again, winding me tighter and tighter.

When his movements became jerky, I knew he was close. I grabbed his ass and tilted my hips. His name spilled from my lips as our gazes locked. His eyes were liquid chocolate. Dark, rich, and intoxicating.

“You gonna come for me?” he asked, dragging his mouth down my throat.

I whimpered, unable to speak.

“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

I touched my lips to his and let myself go, meaningless words falling from my mouth as I came. He stiffened and thrust deeper inside me than he’d ever been. Another wave of pleasure crested, and I cried out. His cock twitched as he emptied into the condom. I held him close and shut my eyes, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

We lay together, unwilling to separate, until the shriek of his phone once more broke the silence.

“Damn,” he muttered.

I laughed weakly. “You said it.”

He reared back and carefully climbed off me, his soft dick slipped from my body. He removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it in the bin. Then he looked around, grimaced, wiped his hands on his belly before grabbing his phone.

He pushed a button on the screen and raised it to his ear. As he listened, all the color drained from his face.

“We’ll be there soon,” he said, and ended the call.

He turned to me, ashen. “Marcy is missing.”

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ASHER

“Missing, how?” Summer asked, gaping at me.

I drew in a slow breath and tried to control my rising panic. Losing it wouldn’t help anyone. “Frannie left Marcy alone in the kitchen for a few minutes, and when she came back, she was gone.”

Summer frowned. “Surely Dean has her.”

I shook my head. “Dean was outside shoveling the drive. Frannie has already checked. He doesn’t know where Marcy is either.”

“She’s a baby. She can’t have just gotten up and walked away.”

My stomach knotted. “Exactly.”

That was what I was most scared of. If Frannie had left Marcy in a highchair, as she’d said, and neither of her parents had moved her, then someone else must have done. She couldn’t have gotten down by herself.

I held out my hand to Summer and when she took it, I pulled her to her feet. “I wish we could lie around and have a lazy morning, but I told Frannie we’d drive straight over.”

“Of course.” Her tone was brisk now, and she pulled her hand away and started opening her drawers and tossing items of clothing on the bed. “Let’s get moving. Are you going to feed Cookie first?”

“I fed her earlier, when Liam called. She’ll be fine.”

I hurried to the kitchen, quickly cleaned myself, and found a set of clothes in the bag my parents had packed. I’d run out of underwear, so I had to go commando. I’d just have to hope nothing sensitive would get caught in the zipper of my jeans.

I grabbed my jacket from where it was slung over the back of the sofa and glanced out the window. Snow was falling heavily. Good thing we’d left the chains on Summer’s Ute last night because we’d been too tired by the time we got back to her place to remove them.

Summer appeared in the doorway, a bag slung over her shoulder and the keys in her hands. “Ready?”

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