Hope's Redemption (Redemption Road Book 2), page 18
He’d sold his house and we’d bought our own place about halfway between Redemption and the French Quarter. A cozy little ranch style with a big back porch for me and a big garage for him. I loved it and I think I’ve talked him into helping me plant a garden in the spring.
It was all sickeningly domestic really, and I’d been loving every minute of it. Honestly, though, I hadn’t mentioned it to him yet, I’d been contemplating just getting married in the backyard and saving ourselves all the money and hassle of a big to-do.
As I watched him shove laundry from the washer into the dryer, looking mighty delicious in no shirt and just his gym shorts, I figured I could probably get my way—especially since I’d just been on my knees for him in the shower, and gladly.
Lord, I had it bad for that man.
He glanced over with a grin, as if he could hear my thoughts. “Are you looking at my ass?”
“What if I am?”
He uncoiled to stand and padded my way in his bare feet. Running his nose along the side of my jaw to my ear, he kissed the shell of my ear as he twined our hands together and brought my hand to his lips, my diamond ring sparkling in the sunshine. “You’re asking for trouble.”
I hummed in pleasure as his lips met mine and he backed me into the cabinets with his hard body. He lifted me up on the countertop and pressed between my thighs, snaking his hands under my sundress.
I hadn’t bothered with panties, so his fingers slid right through my wet seam as our kiss deepened.
“So wet,” he murmured against my lips.
I nodded, my hips bucking against him, seeking pressure.
He didn’t disappoint, pressing two fingers deep.
“Oh . . .”
He kissed me to oblivion while he worked me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit.
But I needed more. I needed him.
“Tobias, please,” I cried, pushing at his shorts with my heels.
He yanked me down, ripping his hand free, and carried me to the bedroom. I landed on the bed with an oomph as he landed on top of me, his hard cock inside of me in the next moment, barely giving me space to think or breathe.
Our hands intertwined above my head as he fucked me hard and fast, our eyes locked.
I wrapped my thighs around his hips and went with the sensations only he could create in my body.
It had always been like coming home between us. I had no idea how I ever walked away from him.
My body began to quake.
It was too much . . . my eyes started to slide shut.
“Look at me, Hope,” he grunted between thrusts.
I refocused, squeezing his fingers tighter.
“I love you,” he said, his voice sandpaper soft. “So fucking much.”
I bowed up beneath him as our orgasms crashed over us and he collapsed. I kissed his sweaty temple. “I love you, too.”
He breathed for a moment, then rolled to the side and threw an arm across his face. “Aren’t you doing some girly shit with your sisters today?” he asked after a minute.
I turned to curl into his embrace. “With Faith, yeah. We’re supposed to be planning Grace’s baby shower.” I glanced at the clock. “She should’ve called me by now.”
I frowned. It wasn’t like her to be late. I also wanted to update her on what else I’d dug up about our mystery half brother. Since my PI had gotten us a name, I’d gone into full-blown stalker mode. I now knew a whole lot more about him. Where he lived, what he did for a living, his hobbies, his dating history. Basically, everything except what we really wanted to know . . . about his relationship with our father. I had his contact information now, but I hadn’t reached out. I wouldn’t do that without my sisters, and I wasn’t sure if they wanted to do that or if they wanted to leave this whole mess alone.
Except he’d shown up at the reverend’s funeral.
That meant he knew about us.
What the hell did that mean? Didn’t he wonder? Was he bitter that he and his mother had played second fiddle to us, the “first” family?
The questions had been eating at me for days.
Tobias’ fingers idly slid up and down my spine as I felt him melt into the mattress.
My cell rang, making him groan, but I jumped from the bed.
I was confused to see Grace’s smiling face on my screen instead of Faith’s. “Grace?”
“Hey—”
“Did Faith ask you to call? Damn, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess if she’s changed the plans—”
“Hope!”
“What?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m here at the hospital with Faith.”
I blinked. “Hospital?”
“Yes. Mateo’s on his way over as well, but . . .” Her voice cracked as emotion clogged her throat.
I spun to find Tobias sitting up in bed, his eyes trained on me.
“What happened, Grace?”
“Two men attacked her outside the church when she was getting into her car.” Her voice ended on a sob. “I was on the phone with her. They stabbed her and left her bleeding in the parking lot. She’s in surgery now.”
My vision began to tunnel, going dangerously dark. I immediately sunk to my haunches so I could breathe. “How bad?” When she didn’t say anything, I screeched at her. “How bad is it, Grace? Tell me!”
“She lost a lot of blood, Hope.” Her voice was tissue paper thin and brittle. “They asked me to call the family and to start praying.”
Pray?
I clawed at my throat as if that would let the fear out. Faith—my baby sister—she needed us. She needed prayer. She believed in it like no one else, but I didn’t—I couldn’t do that anymore. My prayers never—
“Hope?” Grace was saying from somewhere far away.
“Yes,” I whispered, covering my eyes.
“We need you.”
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It was all sickeningly domestic really, and I’d been loving every minute of it. Honestly, though, I hadn’t mentioned it to him yet, I’d been contemplating just getting married in the backyard and saving ourselves all the money and hassle of a big to-do.
As I watched him shove laundry from the washer into the dryer, looking mighty delicious in no shirt and just his gym shorts, I figured I could probably get my way—especially since I’d just been on my knees for him in the shower, and gladly.
Lord, I had it bad for that man.
He glanced over with a grin, as if he could hear my thoughts. “Are you looking at my ass?”
“What if I am?”
He uncoiled to stand and padded my way in his bare feet. Running his nose along the side of my jaw to my ear, he kissed the shell of my ear as he twined our hands together and brought my hand to his lips, my diamond ring sparkling in the sunshine. “You’re asking for trouble.”
I hummed in pleasure as his lips met mine and he backed me into the cabinets with his hard body. He lifted me up on the countertop and pressed between my thighs, snaking his hands under my sundress.
I hadn’t bothered with panties, so his fingers slid right through my wet seam as our kiss deepened.
“So wet,” he murmured against my lips.
I nodded, my hips bucking against him, seeking pressure.
He didn’t disappoint, pressing two fingers deep.
“Oh . . .”
He kissed me to oblivion while he worked me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit.
But I needed more. I needed him.
“Tobias, please,” I cried, pushing at his shorts with my heels.
He yanked me down, ripping his hand free, and carried me to the bedroom. I landed on the bed with an oomph as he landed on top of me, his hard cock inside of me in the next moment, barely giving me space to think or breathe.
Our hands intertwined above my head as he fucked me hard and fast, our eyes locked.
I wrapped my thighs around his hips and went with the sensations only he could create in my body.
It had always been like coming home between us. I had no idea how I ever walked away from him.
My body began to quake.
It was too much . . . my eyes started to slide shut.
“Look at me, Hope,” he grunted between thrusts.
I refocused, squeezing his fingers tighter.
“I love you,” he said, his voice sandpaper soft. “So fucking much.”
I bowed up beneath him as our orgasms crashed over us and he collapsed. I kissed his sweaty temple. “I love you, too.”
He breathed for a moment, then rolled to the side and threw an arm across his face. “Aren’t you doing some girly shit with your sisters today?” he asked after a minute.
I turned to curl into his embrace. “With Faith, yeah. We’re supposed to be planning Grace’s baby shower.” I glanced at the clock. “She should’ve called me by now.”
I frowned. It wasn’t like her to be late. I also wanted to update her on what else I’d dug up about our mystery half brother. Since my PI had gotten us a name, I’d gone into full-blown stalker mode. I now knew a whole lot more about him. Where he lived, what he did for a living, his hobbies, his dating history. Basically, everything except what we really wanted to know . . . about his relationship with our father. I had his contact information now, but I hadn’t reached out. I wouldn’t do that without my sisters, and I wasn’t sure if they wanted to do that or if they wanted to leave this whole mess alone.
Except he’d shown up at the reverend’s funeral.
That meant he knew about us.
What the hell did that mean? Didn’t he wonder? Was he bitter that he and his mother had played second fiddle to us, the “first” family?
The questions had been eating at me for days.
Tobias’ fingers idly slid up and down my spine as I felt him melt into the mattress.
My cell rang, making him groan, but I jumped from the bed.
I was confused to see Grace’s smiling face on my screen instead of Faith’s. “Grace?”
“Hey—”
“Did Faith ask you to call? Damn, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess if she’s changed the plans—”
“Hope!”
“What?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m here at the hospital with Faith.”
I blinked. “Hospital?”
“Yes. Mateo’s on his way over as well, but . . .” Her voice cracked as emotion clogged her throat.
I spun to find Tobias sitting up in bed, his eyes trained on me.
“What happened, Grace?”
“Two men attacked her outside the church when she was getting into her car.” Her voice ended on a sob. “I was on the phone with her. They stabbed her and left her bleeding in the parking lot. She’s in surgery now.”
My vision began to tunnel, going dangerously dark. I immediately sunk to my haunches so I could breathe. “How bad?” When she didn’t say anything, I screeched at her. “How bad is it, Grace? Tell me!”
“She lost a lot of blood, Hope.” Her voice was tissue paper thin and brittle. “They asked me to call the family and to start praying.”
Pray?
I clawed at my throat as if that would let the fear out. Faith—my baby sister—she needed us. She needed prayer. She believed in it like no one else, but I didn’t—I couldn’t do that anymore. My prayers never—
“Hope?” Grace was saying from somewhere far away.
“Yes,” I whispered, covering my eyes.
“We need you.”
Thank you for reading!
We hope you are continuing to love the journey through Redemption!
Are you ready for Faith and Adam’s story? We can’t wait to bring you the emotion and sexy times as we wrap up all the McMaster family mysteries as well as finalize all the dirty dealings of Redemption!
You can pre-order your copy now by clicking here!
Sign up for the Savvi V Newsletter for release information and to keep up with all things V!
Website
Vixens Reader Group
Amazon
BookBub
Goodreads
Books by Savvi V
Cameo Gentlemen’s Club Series
My Madame
My Songbird
My Violet
Operation V (Special Forces: Operation Alpha)
Loving Lex
Fighting for Finn
Redemption Road
Grace’s Redemption
Hope’s Redemption
Faith’s Redemption (Coming Soon)
Copyright © 2021 Savvi V
Kindle Edition
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover designed by LeTeisha Newton of Boundless Tales Designs
Savvi V, Hope's Redemption (Redemption Road Book 2)
