I've had this book on hold for awhile, because I so many things going on that I couldn't plot this story. I'm hoping to continue it now! :) Stay tuned.
Ansley's mouth tasted like sin, the kind that consumed you from the inside, demanding your attention whenever it neared. I felt wound tightly before my mouth met hers, and I slowly began to unravel. Everything about her—her taste, the soft feeling of her lips, the slight moans and the way she tugged on my shirt—it formed molten lava in my veins. I'd been so wrapped up in her that if I hadn't hit the door out of frustration of wanting to rip her clothes off, I wouldn't have noticed that it was left opened. Ansley's eyes opened wide, her mouth puffy from the pressure of kissing me. I tugged her behind me, grabbing the knife from my boot, I kicked the door opened, causing it to swing inward. "Stay behind me," I whispered, feeling her wrap my T-shirt into her fist. I tip-toed into the door, the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the sight of the living room. The couch had been turned over, my duffle bag riffled through, my clothes scattered around the floor. It didn't take lon
"Mrs. Sanders, I need to see you. Alone," Mr. Heckles said from his office, which was located across the hallway from his human sexuality class, in a little alcove beside a small IT room. Reluctantly, I glanced at Madden, who'd been distant the entire morning. As if our kiss from the day before hadn't clouded my mind from studying like I needed to, or his freaky nightmare hadn't scared the pee out of me, his pissy attitude during our run really put me in a mood. "I'll be right back," I mumbled, hiking the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder as I walked into the room. His office was small, with bookcases filled to the brim with every book known to man. I had no idea what he wanted from me, and it made my skin crawl with nerves, and my stomach fall to my butt. "Close the door," he said, waving his pen around, not looking up from his laptop. Madden's gaze lingered on mine, from across the hallway where he waited, as I shut the door and sat down in front of him. He typed something
I let the annoyed look that Ansley tossed me roll off my shoulders, as I took Remy's hand in a firm handshake. I didn't like the way he smiled at Ansley, or the way she returned it.I'd just told her we needed to stop our … interactions, and now this. We had enough problems, and I didn't need to add to my list with some guy trying to get into Ansley's pants.Remy lifted his brows. "Girlfriend, huh? I would have never thought Sammy would want his little sister and friend to date."Ansley crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk. "Yeah," she said. "Me either."I ignored her glare, stepping onto the step beside her, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "Turns out I'm a better sparrer than Sammy."Remy chuckled. "Good thing for you then," he said, smiling at Ansley. "I'm around back working on my four-wheeler. If y'all need anything, let me know. I work a lot at a local boxing gym. Are you two in school?""Ansley's is school. I was honorably discharged, and I'm in the midst of getti
Joanna, the pitcher, shoved me from behind and slung her arm over my shoulder. "Are you coming to Hogs with us?" she asked, pushing her sweaty hair from her forehead.I fought my instinct to look at Madden for permission, but when I did, he stared off in the distance. Slowly, I followed his line of sight, to the nearest parking lot where someone stood staring our way.It was hard to tell if it was Marcus or not from the distance, however Madden must have thought it was him, because his body was tensed, both hands curled into fists."What's going on with G.I Joe?" Joanna whispered into my ear.I bit back my chuckle, glancing at Remy standing beside Madden. "Good game," he said. "You really showed out, out there.""Thanks. I think I do want to go to Hogs. I need to speak to Cindy Kate anyway."Joanna smacked my shoulder, and jogged off with some of the other girls. Normally I would go find Sarah, but she'd disappeared right after the game, probably distraught since Madden called her out
Madden I'd broken so many rules already. I'd become involved with my job on a personal level, kissed it, pushed it away, and now I had her pressed against her brother's bed, with every intention of sealing the deal. What Ansley didn't know was that after this, I knew I'd never be able to turn back. It'd been torture to turn away after our kiss, but now that I knew how snug and perfect I fit between her thighs, it was over. It was a nightmare dressed as my wildest daydream. Ansley had no chance of backtracking. I'd grovel like a little girl, and plead for her to stay, because she tasted too good to turn back now. Ansley fisted the covers beneath us, a slew of curses filtered through the air, her fingers traced my deltoids and up to my neck. My need for her tingled over my skin, leaving fire in its wake, while I kissed a hot path down her throat, hating the fabric that separated us. If it hadn't been her softball uniform I would have torn it to shreds—, "Wait," she said shoving aga
Despite the obvious of someone breaking into my apartment and destroying my stuff, things were looking up. The barrier standing between Madden and I had finally collapsed.And boy how I enjoyed the crumble.He made me feel like a whole person. Everything about his touch made me soar. It'd been better than I ever imagined. It was a recipe for disaster if my dad or brother found out, but I was willing to take the heat if Madden would, too.Madden let my study in Sammy's room, giving me some quiet time, that I desperately needed, but my mind was racing.I couldn't stop thinking about his touch. About the way his callused hands felt on my body. I bit the end of my pen, and smiled to myself.Professor Heckles emailed me about meting at the library to gather some printouts for class. Madden mentioned moving softball practice, but I wasn't sure our Coach would be down for that.I couldn’t give it up. I had a full-ride for softball, and I needed that money to pay for school. The money I made
The man rummaging through Ansley's things scurried off as soon as I let go of his t-shirt. The truth was the person responsible could have been anyone. Marcus wasn't the type to do things himself, so it was most likely one of his dad's cartel friends, or someone he hired.We'd never find out from the homeless man rummaging in her things, and since the apartment complex lacked any security cameras, that would be a dead-end, also.Ansley stared into the door of her apartment before sighing. "I have over an hour before I'm scheduled to meet my professors. I guess we need to pick this up—,""Ansley!"The apartment manager, a balding man with a quick walk and a hooknose stopped feet from Ansley. "I've called and left messages. My other tenants are complaining about the mess," he said, gesturing toward the parking lot where some of Ansley's clothing was scattered around."We're here to get it, Alberto," she snapped.He folded his arms. "I need to know what's going on? You haven't been here
My entire body began to shake on the ride to the police station. He'd killed her. Shot her in the back like a coward. The blood … it sprayed—spewed from her like being hit with a water gun. My eyes began to build with tears, and my bottom lip trembled.They would kill us. I knew Marcus was crazy, but I hadn't realized he was only the tip of the iceberg. His family seemed out of control, on a frenzy of killing and doing as they pleased.Madden reached over and placed his palm against my knee. "Calm down, Ansley. We're going to fix this."I wanted to believe that. But I saw the look on that man's face and it was emotionless. Heartless. The lack of empathy chilled my veins. There was nothing normal about that man's face. He lacked that part of a human that made them human. And to my surprise, Marcus looked scared. I'd never pegged him for a murderer, but if he continued down the same road, it didn't seem out of reach for him. His family would pull him down further into the darkened pit
Ansley's nerves spiked when I pulled into a gas station outside of town, and filled up my truck. I pretended not to notice the way she glanced in the review mirror or slightly over her shoulder on the way over. She had every reason to be freaked out. Seeing someone get killed wasn't for the weak of heart. I'd never forget the first time I saw someone die overseas. The fear in his eyes as his life slipped away from him. The blood leaking from his chest after the shot, it ran dark and into the gravely sand beneath him. It haunted me for weeks after that, until it became so normal that it wasn't a surprise to see the light fade away, and all you could do was pray it didn't happen to you. When I slid back into the driver's seat with a couple Coke's and chicken strips from the store, Ansley didn't budge. I started the engine, and glanced over at her. "Hungry?"She turned to face me, underneath her pretty eyes were swollen from crying, and I knew nothing I could say would wash away those
My entire body began to shake on the ride to the police station. He'd killed her. Shot her in the back like a coward. The blood … it sprayed—spewed from her like being hit with a water gun. My eyes began to build with tears, and my bottom lip trembled.They would kill us. I knew Marcus was crazy, but I hadn't realized he was only the tip of the iceberg. His family seemed out of control, on a frenzy of killing and doing as they pleased.Madden reached over and placed his palm against my knee. "Calm down, Ansley. We're going to fix this."I wanted to believe that. But I saw the look on that man's face and it was emotionless. Heartless. The lack of empathy chilled my veins. There was nothing normal about that man's face. He lacked that part of a human that made them human. And to my surprise, Marcus looked scared. I'd never pegged him for a murderer, but if he continued down the same road, it didn't seem out of reach for him. His family would pull him down further into the darkened pit
The man rummaging through Ansley's things scurried off as soon as I let go of his t-shirt. The truth was the person responsible could have been anyone. Marcus wasn't the type to do things himself, so it was most likely one of his dad's cartel friends, or someone he hired.We'd never find out from the homeless man rummaging in her things, and since the apartment complex lacked any security cameras, that would be a dead-end, also.Ansley stared into the door of her apartment before sighing. "I have over an hour before I'm scheduled to meet my professors. I guess we need to pick this up—,""Ansley!"The apartment manager, a balding man with a quick walk and a hooknose stopped feet from Ansley. "I've called and left messages. My other tenants are complaining about the mess," he said, gesturing toward the parking lot where some of Ansley's clothing was scattered around."We're here to get it, Alberto," she snapped.He folded his arms. "I need to know what's going on? You haven't been here
Despite the obvious of someone breaking into my apartment and destroying my stuff, things were looking up. The barrier standing between Madden and I had finally collapsed.And boy how I enjoyed the crumble.He made me feel like a whole person. Everything about his touch made me soar. It'd been better than I ever imagined. It was a recipe for disaster if my dad or brother found out, but I was willing to take the heat if Madden would, too.Madden let my study in Sammy's room, giving me some quiet time, that I desperately needed, but my mind was racing.I couldn't stop thinking about his touch. About the way his callused hands felt on my body. I bit the end of my pen, and smiled to myself.Professor Heckles emailed me about meting at the library to gather some printouts for class. Madden mentioned moving softball practice, but I wasn't sure our Coach would be down for that.I couldn’t give it up. I had a full-ride for softball, and I needed that money to pay for school. The money I made
Madden I'd broken so many rules already. I'd become involved with my job on a personal level, kissed it, pushed it away, and now I had her pressed against her brother's bed, with every intention of sealing the deal. What Ansley didn't know was that after this, I knew I'd never be able to turn back. It'd been torture to turn away after our kiss, but now that I knew how snug and perfect I fit between her thighs, it was over. It was a nightmare dressed as my wildest daydream. Ansley had no chance of backtracking. I'd grovel like a little girl, and plead for her to stay, because she tasted too good to turn back now. Ansley fisted the covers beneath us, a slew of curses filtered through the air, her fingers traced my deltoids and up to my neck. My need for her tingled over my skin, leaving fire in its wake, while I kissed a hot path down her throat, hating the fabric that separated us. If it hadn't been her softball uniform I would have torn it to shreds—, "Wait," she said shoving aga
Joanna, the pitcher, shoved me from behind and slung her arm over my shoulder. "Are you coming to Hogs with us?" she asked, pushing her sweaty hair from her forehead.I fought my instinct to look at Madden for permission, but when I did, he stared off in the distance. Slowly, I followed his line of sight, to the nearest parking lot where someone stood staring our way.It was hard to tell if it was Marcus or not from the distance, however Madden must have thought it was him, because his body was tensed, both hands curled into fists."What's going on with G.I Joe?" Joanna whispered into my ear.I bit back my chuckle, glancing at Remy standing beside Madden. "Good game," he said. "You really showed out, out there.""Thanks. I think I do want to go to Hogs. I need to speak to Cindy Kate anyway."Joanna smacked my shoulder, and jogged off with some of the other girls. Normally I would go find Sarah, but she'd disappeared right after the game, probably distraught since Madden called her out
I let the annoyed look that Ansley tossed me roll off my shoulders, as I took Remy's hand in a firm handshake. I didn't like the way he smiled at Ansley, or the way she returned it.I'd just told her we needed to stop our … interactions, and now this. We had enough problems, and I didn't need to add to my list with some guy trying to get into Ansley's pants.Remy lifted his brows. "Girlfriend, huh? I would have never thought Sammy would want his little sister and friend to date."Ansley crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk. "Yeah," she said. "Me either."I ignored her glare, stepping onto the step beside her, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "Turns out I'm a better sparrer than Sammy."Remy chuckled. "Good thing for you then," he said, smiling at Ansley. "I'm around back working on my four-wheeler. If y'all need anything, let me know. I work a lot at a local boxing gym. Are you two in school?""Ansley's is school. I was honorably discharged, and I'm in the midst of getti
"Mrs. Sanders, I need to see you. Alone," Mr. Heckles said from his office, which was located across the hallway from his human sexuality class, in a little alcove beside a small IT room. Reluctantly, I glanced at Madden, who'd been distant the entire morning. As if our kiss from the day before hadn't clouded my mind from studying like I needed to, or his freaky nightmare hadn't scared the pee out of me, his pissy attitude during our run really put me in a mood. "I'll be right back," I mumbled, hiking the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder as I walked into the room. His office was small, with bookcases filled to the brim with every book known to man. I had no idea what he wanted from me, and it made my skin crawl with nerves, and my stomach fall to my butt. "Close the door," he said, waving his pen around, not looking up from his laptop. Madden's gaze lingered on mine, from across the hallway where he waited, as I shut the door and sat down in front of him. He typed something
Ansley's mouth tasted like sin, the kind that consumed you from the inside, demanding your attention whenever it neared. I felt wound tightly before my mouth met hers, and I slowly began to unravel. Everything about her—her taste, the soft feeling of her lips, the slight moans and the way she tugged on my shirt—it formed molten lava in my veins. I'd been so wrapped up in her that if I hadn't hit the door out of frustration of wanting to rip her clothes off, I wouldn't have noticed that it was left opened. Ansley's eyes opened wide, her mouth puffy from the pressure of kissing me. I tugged her behind me, grabbing the knife from my boot, I kicked the door opened, causing it to swing inward. "Stay behind me," I whispered, feeling her wrap my T-shirt into her fist. I tip-toed into the door, the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the sight of the living room. The couch had been turned over, my duffle bag riffled through, my clothes scattered around the floor. It didn't take lon