Page 105 of Exes and Oh Hell No

A feral growl escapes him before his lips curve into a smile. “As if I’d let you escape.”

His lips claim mine, the promise in them contradicting the teasing expression on his face moments ago.

When he pulls back, his voice is raspy. “You forgot one very important thing. I’m not just obsessed with you. You’re the love of my fucking life. The heart that beats inside my chest belongs to you. The air I breathe, yours.” He rubs his nose back and forth against mine. “We’re forever, hummingbird.”

My heart gallops inside my chest. “I love you, my obsessive hockey center.”

I roll myself against his hard cock, forgetting where we are.

And that there’s a work crew that will be here any minute.

“Mmmm. I should take you inside and make you scream before the men arrive.”

A salacious smile curves my lips. “I wouldn’t say no?—”

He shoves the door open, balancing me on his lap as he climbs from Gram’s vehicle.

I laugh, tightening my legs around his waist and neck.

His long strides carry me to the porch and front door.

His lips are on mine, the kiss hot, passionate, and full of ownership.

I melt against him, not caring about anything except how he makes me feel.

But then he stops kissing me, his lips resting against mine.

My eyes fly open. “Ford?”

He pulls back slightly, his brows furrowing. “Why’s the door unlocked?”

Dread courses through me as I look over my shoulder, seeing the door slightly ajar.

A rush of fear bursts from my lungs as I look at him. “We locked it the last time we were here. I know we did.”

Ford lowers me to my feet. “Stay behind me,” he barks.

I nod, gripping the back of his sweatshirt.

The earlier desire I felt for him vanishes in the face of fear and dread.

He pushes the door open, unmoving for a moment.

He mutters curses as he walks inside.

I gasp as my eyes dart around the room.

No.

Why would anyone do this?

All the hard work and progress of the renovations—gone.

Someone vandalized the house, using spray paint to write horrific things on the walls that say,“Harper is a slut”and“That fat slut will fuck anyone.”

My mouth is dry, nausea welling inside me as I blink back tears.

Why would anyone say those things about me?

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