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His hand slid up over my hip and around to the front of my jeans where he unsnapped the button and dragged down the zipper.
“I’ve never felt like this,” he said, as he worked my jeans down. When they were finally around my ankles, I stepped out of them, then he pressed his lips to my lower stomach. “Only you, precious.”
I clamped my eyes shut as he lifted my shirt and grabbed his hand to remove it from my body. I panicked. My shirt was the only barrier I had between my scars and the world. Removing it would give him a part of me I wasn’t ready for.
He leaned back; his eyes leveled with mine. I had hurt him. “Don’t cover up. This is different for me, too.”
He had seen my scars before. I nodded. I could give him what he needed. I lifted my arms for him, and he swiftly removed the last of my coverings. My hands moved to my chest to hide my scars. He tossed the unwanted garment across the room and looked up at me with a smile. “Let me love you.”
I bit my lip to keep from grimacing as I dropped my hands to expose the scars. He stood and leaned his head against mine and then sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, causing me to forget my scars altogether.
He ran his fingers down my chest then twisted me until the back of my legs hit the bed, and we fell, a tangle of limbs and hands moving, exploring. Our hips molded together, and we moved against one another. His arms tightened around me, crushing me against his chest. I was swimming in a raw sensation as his hands slipped between my legs.
I wrapped my legs around his torso, telling him what I wanted with my pleading moans. Our kisses became tender and infinitely more. It was like we were getting to know each other on an intimate level. I was breathless and dazed, unprepared for all of this, but my body ached for more than just kisses and touching—for more of him. And I knew he did, too. His body shook like mine.
The fireworks shot off, and he wasn’t even naked yet.
****
Clay Carter
I squinted as the light poured into the room via a large picture window.
A boat drifted by in the distance, but the most alluring sight was Annie snuggling her head onto my shoulder. She was so damn beautiful.
Her breath warmed the pillow. I never intended to spend the night, but I didn’t know I could make love for hours.
I’d always been selfish in bed, but I relished in loving her and watching her explode. I was almost afraid if I stopped, I would wake up alone and realize it was all a dream.
Her body was a work of perfection only marred by those scars.
I traced over the curve of her breast, paying special attention not to focus on the scars. She squirmed in her sleep. I thought I would have to beg her to expose herself to me. But she did it because she wanted to share herself with me in a way, she had never shared herself before.
I brought her arm to my mouth and kissed her wrist, her palm, and each individual tip of her fingers before kissing a line down her arm to her elbow. I hated waking her up and facing the problems in our life. If she was sleeping in my arms, I could pretend that this was forever, but we both knew the world would have a say in that.
I kissed over each of her eyelids, never being more afraid to see the green of her eyes.
She stretched. “Good morning, sunshine,” she said against my mouth, as I moved my lips over hers.
I could get used to morning kisses. A statement I never thought I would utter.
I continued kissing various spots on her body, hoping to convince her to stay as she learned all the lies of her past.
“What’s wrong? You’re panicking,” she asked, twisting until she was over me and mounted a leg on each side of my hips.
“Thinking of what we have to do today.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
I stopped kissing her body and focused on my response. “Facing the family drama. Learning all the lies.”
She bent down to kiss my lips. “Not here, here I’m the good girl from the wrong side of the tracks who fell in love with the bad boy.”
I put both hands on each side of her face and smacked my lips against hers. “So, I’m the bad boy, and you’re the good girl?”
She smiled against my lips. “You want to disagree?”
No, I didn’t.
I never believed being with a girl could be like her. She was everything I ever wanted. But once again life taught me that I didn’t get to have what I wanted. However, I would give her the answers she needed, including answering her questions about the past.
And I would love her unconditionally.
Epilogue
A Year Changes Everything
Clay Carter
She’s 21, I’m 20, and I could start fires with what I feel for her. I still remember the day my soul whispered, “She’s the one.”
Our luggage strapped in on top of the Jeep, my cane sits snug between us, and Annie thumbs through the songs on her iPhone as we cruise down the interstate.
Annie’s hair is down and ruffling around her face as she leans her head out the open car window. A soft smile flirts with her lips. She is calm and peaceful, just the way I like to see her.
She’s talking about the paint colors she had chosen for one of my newest flips when the sun caught the diamond on her left finger. I couldn’t stop smiling at the idea she had finally taken our relationship to the next step.
In the backseat, I hear a cry, my baby’s cry. Annie twists around to place a pacifier back into her mouth. Blakely quiets at once. I glance over at Annie to take in the soft profile of her face. Annie rocks the car-seat and sighs when Blakely drifts back to sleep.
Sometimes, it screws with my head to see Annie tending to Blakely. Those sparks shoot out again and surround my heart. I wasn’t a man who deserved that little angel in the back seat and sure didn’t deserve to have Annie as my wife.
I was not only broken but selfish and all too familiar with screwing up. Annie didn’t give a flip about my mistakes — she loves me despite them.
Annie loves not only me but Blakely, too.
And that would be enough for now.
But I couldn’t wait to finally …
Have a family with Annie and see her belly grow with my child.
True Love doesn’t have a happy ending …
True love doesn’t end.
About the Author
Jana Worthington is the atypical blonde who fell in love with romance novels when she was in junior high school and needed an escape.
She was born and raised in Alamo, Tennessee, and attended Dyersburg State Community College and Jackson State Community College where she graduated with a degree in Emergency Medicine.
Jana currently lives in Tullahoma, Tennessee with her husband, Danny, and their two children, Tiffany and Neyland.
When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, you can find her watching The Middle or the ID channel.
She started writing to get the stories she kept in her head down on paper for her daughter to read. (You do a lot of daydreaming on days MS keeps you on the couch.)
She fell in love with writing after that and is thrilled to create a world in her head and present it to you so that you can experience it, too.
She’s not sure where this writing journey will take her but either way, she knows it will be a fun new adventure and is super excited about sharing her unconventional stories.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
About the Author
About the Publisher
JM Worthington, Broken
