Page 105 of Finding Hope

Pleasure rumbles through my chest as I think of the handful of times I’ve tasted Britt’s pretty pussy.

Maybe after I deal with my haunted house – rolling the whole thing down, or having a priest come in and cleanse it, one or the other – maybe after that, I’ll ask her to move in with me. That feels a little… premature.

But I like her, she likes me, and we get along.

And that way I get to taste her pretty pussy every morning.

Sounds like a good deal to me.

I never officially asked Steph to move in with me. We were together a lot, but neither of us made the move. Seven years together and I didn’t ask the question. Then at the snap of fingers, it was too late.

I won’t make the same mistake twice.

I’m dragged out of my thoughts as we pull to a stop at the top of the lookout in the same spot we sat on the hood of my car and kissed.

The town lights flicker on and illuminate houses in the distance.

“We can see your house from here,” Britt murmurs quietly.

The music is still on, but it’s low, barely discernible. She points with her chin in the direction I know our estate is in, but I don’t look. I know it’s there. I’ve been up here a million times.

“We can see yours, too,” I reply conversationally.

She looks over at me with a soft smile. “I wanted to do something for you tonight.”

Her soft smile says she’s serious, but I’m not ready for serious.

I just wanther.

I want her smiles. Her laughter. Her happiness makes me happy.

“But the thing you wanna do isnota BJ, correct?”

“Correct.” Giggling, she takes her sunglasses off and throws them onto the dash. “I wanna tell you something, okay?”

I nod, because this sounds more serious than I can handle. This sounds like someone died, or she’s breaking up with me.

They’re the same thing in my world.

“Go on.”

Please don’t go on.

She unclips her seatbelt, turns in her seat, and lifts her leg so it rests over the middle console. Instantly, I place my hand over her thigh and anchor her close. If she’s breaking up with me, then I want to touch her, so I can stop her when she runs.

Resting her soft hand over the top of mine, she strokes my fingers and eases my heart. “I know what today is, Jack.”

I slowly lift my eyes to meet hers. “You do?”

“Yeah. As soon as you told me about Steph, I realized you guys are kinda famous. My brother was on the job that day. I remember when he got home that night, he was really messed up about it. A lot of his job messes with him, but that day was different.” She fusses with the hair tie on my wrist. “I couldn’t have known just how different it would be. That I would end up here, with the man that was hurt, the man who belonged to the girl who died.”

I close my eyes as a fresh wave of pain washes over me.

Diedis such a strong fucking word. It punches me in the solar plexus every time.

“So I know today is the twelve month anniversary.”

Unable to hold her gaze, I go back to studying her hand and the fingers rolling her hair tie. “Yeah.”

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