Page 115 of Tempt Her

And drifting away.

“You’re going to have me, Ford, making me yours, and I’ll love it.” Her thighs start trembling. Her lips too. She’s working hard for us, seeking our orgasmic end. It’s in her eyes. I can’t stop staring at her. She’s the edge we will fall over and never hit the ground. “And you’ll love me too. I know it.” Her body grinds so fucking hard for it, her breath and voice thinning, while I have none. Her legs shake with mine, with white heat, white light everywhere, ready to let go. “Oh god.” She bucks in my grasp. “Ford.” Her shoulders heave, the tight pulse of her pussy soaks my cock with her lust… and I’m gone.

I hang on to her eyes, and I let go.

Releasing all my desire and fear inside her, I see stars. There’s no breath. Not even this muscle in my chest hurts. It’s just her.

I love her.

I surrender.

I collapse.

I can’t move.

“Ford.” She shakes my jaw. “Ford,” she searches my eyes; sheisan angel. “Ford, what’s wrong?”

The pain leaves me. “I’m married.” The damage is done. “I have a daughter.” I’m finally free. “Sorry, I lied.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Alerts buzz on my wrist.

I check, and… Ford’s pulse is critically low.

What the fuck?

I’m parked by the curb, down the street from Stacey’s house, while pine trees bend, dangerously close to falling on my truck. The eye of the storm blew over, and here comes the destruction, the “dirty side,” the most deadly part of a hurricane.

But I can’t focus on that.

I call Ford.

“Ford’s dead.” But it’s Stacey’s gasping voice answering his phone.

“He’s got a pulse,” I tell her, but it’s dropping while I throw open my car door to rain that feels like a thousand knives. “Can you unlock the front door? Is it clear?”

“It’s already unlocked.” It sounds like she’s crying. “And Gentry’s asleep.”

“I’m on my way,” I tell her… and run.

Ford’s done this before. Twice when we were fucking, Ford passed out. That’s got to be what they were doing. It’s too much for his heart sometimes. And the stress of worrying about Stacey too? He’s too stubborn to admit it.

Quietly, I enter the front door with clothes dripping wet. I know the house so well; it’s seconds before I find her in the upstairs bedroom at the end of the hall.

She’s naked and leaning over Ford, giving him mouth-to-mouth.

“Baby, I got this.” Gently, I pull her aside and check his pulse. Yeah, it’s faint, but there.

“He just died on me,” Stacey cries. “He was inside me, and he came, and then he just died.” She sobs. “I fucked him to death.”

I can’t help it. I laugh. “You didn’t fuck him to death.” Compressing his chest, I’ve almost broken his ribs before. “Pull his pants up for me.”

She dresses him while I keep pressing, and the notifications on my watch provide relief. His pulse is rising.

Once she has him ready, I take out my phone and quickly text Luke our code—111. November first. It’s Ford’s birthday and Luke’s order to meet me at the hospital.

“But what’s wrong with him?” I’ve never seen Stacey so upset. “He’s barely breathing.”

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