glance at the clock.
Snare catches my look, his brows knitting. “What, you got a hot date?”
I laugh, the lie startled out of me. “I watch a little girl, and she's coming back at two.
Snare grunts. “Fine. Hide me.”
I raise my eyebrows. “It's not that.” My lips tweak. “I'm too damn beat to explain everything in the middle of the night.”
His thumb caresses the side of my face. “Agreed. But we're coming up with a plan for Riker.”
“I'll explain more later, but he's trying to force me to lie about our past as a key witness.”
His face hardens. “Why?”
“Micah and Denny. They're of age and coming against him. My mom's in a coma.”
Snare's face rears back. “What the fuck?” he hisses.
I nod. “Yeah. The twins want to keep him away from my mom—from them.”
“So in his fucking pea brain he thinks you're going to walk in there and give him a pass for what happened?”
“Yeah.”
Snare scowls. “Fuck that.”
I smile.
“I like seeing that,” he admits in a satisfied growl, pressing a fast kiss to my open mouth.
Snare moves to the edge of the bed, and my eyes are glued to the fine view of his ass. He must keep in shape because every bit of him is ripped and bulked up. He's not a small man full of lean cuts of muscle. He's large and bulky, the outline of a six-pack and the shadow of the rest but not sculpted. Just a gorgeous chunk of male.
He turns, and I watch his cock harden under my gaze.
Snare palms himself, lifting his heavy erection. “I love you looking at me like that, but if you don't stop, I'll fuck you again, kid or no kid coming back.” His inky eyebrows rise, the scar moving with the motion in clear challenge.
I blush, the heat making me dizzy. “Okay, you're right.” I shake my head with a small laugh.
Snare hops into his pants, jerking them up commando style with a zip and button. Stuffing his sizeable cock inside the denim isn't easy, and he softly curses as he shifts the load around. “Only you could make me get it up twice in an hour.”
I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a giggle, mourning him leaving already. So quickly my convictions leave me in Snare's presence.
Moving to the edge of the bed, I open my arms, and his strong, warm body fills them. “I'll be back early afternoon. Got a job to do. Then we pick up your shit and leave.”
My heart thumps between us. I think about it. This place. Lola. The Crawl. What guarantee do I have that things will work out between me and Snare? If they don't, then I've lost my job and have to start over. Then there's Jaylin—she does't know she has a dad. Riker... he'll try to force me.
“Hey—whoa. Calm down.” Snare's hand covers my furiously beating heart. “We do shit together. Face shit together. Riker's not going to take a piece out of you, Sara. We're adults. We head him off at the pass, claim Micah and Denny for our own if we have to.”
“Our siblings.” I say, thinking of my stepsiblings.
Snare nods. “Our blood.”
I hug him, pressing the profile of my face against his chest while he holds me tight.
If only things were that simple. Call me cynical, but after five years of surviving and loving Snare's memory, the real Snare has shown up, along with all the problems that came with loving him.
Jaylin hasn't been explained, and she's real. My daughter needs me.
And I don't know how Snare will feel once he knows he might be taking in not only his stepsister but also a child he never knew he had.
*
I softly shut the door, so tired I feel like I have sand embedded behind my eyelids.
My hand hovers over the knob, wanting to look at a sleeping Jaylin yet again. Make sure she's safe.
Instead, I turn to Lola. “Thanks so much.”
Lola looks me over in my sloppy pajamas, my hair a mess from not even combing it out when it was wet. I'd been busy with Snare . “You look frazzled.” Lola cocks her head. “Tell me how things went at VIP.”
I hold up a palm. “Not now, it's two
Snare catches my look, his brows knitting. “What, you got a hot date?”
I laugh, the lie startled out of me. “I watch a little girl, and she's coming back at two.
Snare grunts. “Fine. Hide me.”
I raise my eyebrows. “It's not that.” My lips tweak. “I'm too damn beat to explain everything in the middle of the night.”
His thumb caresses the side of my face. “Agreed. But we're coming up with a plan for Riker.”
“I'll explain more later, but he's trying to force me to lie about our past as a key witness.”
His face hardens. “Why?”
“Micah and Denny. They're of age and coming against him. My mom's in a coma.”
Snare's face rears back. “What the fuck?” he hisses.
I nod. “Yeah. The twins want to keep him away from my mom—from them.”
“So in his fucking pea brain he thinks you're going to walk in there and give him a pass for what happened?”
“Yeah.”
Snare scowls. “Fuck that.”
I smile.
“I like seeing that,” he admits in a satisfied growl, pressing a fast kiss to my open mouth.
Snare moves to the edge of the bed, and my eyes are glued to the fine view of his ass. He must keep in shape because every bit of him is ripped and bulked up. He's not a small man full of lean cuts of muscle. He's large and bulky, the outline of a six-pack and the shadow of the rest but not sculpted. Just a gorgeous chunk of male.
He turns, and I watch his cock harden under my gaze.
Snare palms himself, lifting his heavy erection. “I love you looking at me like that, but if you don't stop, I'll fuck you again, kid or no kid coming back.” His inky eyebrows rise, the scar moving with the motion in clear challenge.
I blush, the heat making me dizzy. “Okay, you're right.” I shake my head with a small laugh.
Snare hops into his pants, jerking them up commando style with a zip and button. Stuffing his sizeable cock inside the denim isn't easy, and he softly curses as he shifts the load around. “Only you could make me get it up twice in an hour.”
I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a giggle, mourning him leaving already. So quickly my convictions leave me in Snare's presence.
Moving to the edge of the bed, I open my arms, and his strong, warm body fills them. “I'll be back early afternoon. Got a job to do. Then we pick up your shit and leave.”
My heart thumps between us. I think about it. This place. Lola. The Crawl. What guarantee do I have that things will work out between me and Snare? If they don't, then I've lost my job and have to start over. Then there's Jaylin—she does't know she has a dad. Riker... he'll try to force me.
“Hey—whoa. Calm down.” Snare's hand covers my furiously beating heart. “We do shit together. Face shit together. Riker's not going to take a piece out of you, Sara. We're adults. We head him off at the pass, claim Micah and Denny for our own if we have to.”
“Our siblings.” I say, thinking of my stepsiblings.
Snare nods. “Our blood.”
I hug him, pressing the profile of my face against his chest while he holds me tight.
If only things were that simple. Call me cynical, but after five years of surviving and loving Snare's memory, the real Snare has shown up, along with all the problems that came with loving him.
Jaylin hasn't been explained, and she's real. My daughter needs me.
And I don't know how Snare will feel once he knows he might be taking in not only his stepsister but also a child he never knew he had.
*
I softly shut the door, so tired I feel like I have sand embedded behind my eyelids.
My hand hovers over the knob, wanting to look at a sleeping Jaylin yet again. Make sure she's safe.
Instead, I turn to Lola. “Thanks so much.”
Lola looks me over in my sloppy pajamas, my hair a mess from not even combing it out when it was wet. I'd been busy with Snare . “You look frazzled.” Lola cocks her head. “Tell me how things went at VIP.”
I hold up a palm. “Not now, it's two
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