Page 63 of Wicked Truths

“I agree, and I promise to be honest with you from here on out. No secrets. No lies. Only the truth.”

“Me too, Rhett, but first I need to be honest with you about something.”

Here it comes. The information that’s been driving me crazy since I’ve heard it.

“About your boyfriend?”

Her head jerks back as if that was the last thing she expected me to say. “Huh?”

“They guy that was dragging you to the car. The guy I shot. He said he was your boyfriend.”

She leans her head back and laughs. I’d probably join in if I knew what was so funny.

Leaning forward, she lays her hand on top of mine. “Jax wasn’t my boyfriend. Sure, he might have been there for me when I needed to clear you from my mind, but it was never anything serious, and besides, I haven’t talked to him in months.”

My heart beats faster as jealousy fills my veins.

Am I really jealous that he’s touched her? Yes.

I stare at her, unable to contain the growing jealousy. I don’t want to picture another man’s hands on her, or her screaming out in pleasure as another man fucks her.

I squeeze my lips into thin lines as I try to gather the words to convey my feelings. “I want to make my intentions very clear. From here on out, no one, and I mean no one except me, will touch you again. You’re mine. Tonight, tomorrow, forever.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re so bossy.”

I shrug. “Take it or leave it. You’re mine and only mine.”

“Does that mean you’re mine?” She breaks her gaze from mine.

“Chessie, look at me.”

She immediately returns her gaze to mine.

“I have been yours and only yours since the night you bumped into me.”

A small smile forms on her face. “I loved the surfer innocent you I met years ago, but I have to admit, I love the new darker you even more.”

I raise an eyebrow and give her a smirk. “Oh, so you love me?”

Her smile turns into a grin. “Of course I do.”

“Well, in case you didn’t hear me before at the grocery store, I never stopped loving you, Francesca.”

She removes her feet from my lap, climbs over to my side of the couch, and presses her lips to mine.

Our lips move slowly against each other, trying to savor the calm and quiet moment.

Things will change and life will get crazier before it settles back down, but for now, I just want to take my time tasting my woman.

My tongue snakes out and swipes along her lower lip. She greedily tangles her fingers in my hair as she presses her chest against mine.

My phone chimes with a message, but I ignore it. Whatever they have to tell me, they can tell me later.

After I’m reunited with Francesca.

She grinds her core against my growing erection, letting out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, I miss this. It’s been too long.”

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