Page 3 of Preyless
I stood with him, rubbing the sweat off my hands on to my denim jeans before extending a palm out for him to shake. “Yes, sir. I’ll text you with any questions I have.”
On a cracked phone that had…zero minutes on it.
I’d need to correct that as soon as possible.
At least the hotel had full access to Wi-Fi.
He nodded again, shaking my hand politely before passing me with a smile. “Welcome to the Wooded Lodge, Rory. And call me John, would you? I’m old, and probably old-fashioned,but the ‘sir’ still makes me feel like I’m one breath away from a cane.”
I nodded with him, a hint of a smile on my face.
I watched out the windows as he left the building and began making the trek to his car. The sun had begun to set, filling the sky with streaks of oranges and pinks—even hidden behind so many of the trees near the forest trails by the beach—and I felt a semblance of peace gnawing at my insides for the first time in months.
A semblance of warmth, even.
A breath of relief flew out of me at the realization.
I got the job.
I escaped my husb—ex-husband.
I had a place to live…even if it technicallywasmy job.
Everything was looking up from here.
It was finally time for me to heal—one way or another.
ONE
AIDEN
ONE YEAR LATER
“Honey, I’m home!”my singsong voice echoed as I entered the foyer of our townhome and hung my keys next to Casey’s on the hooks by the door, showing he was here, too. I smiled appreciatively at the sight, and even more so at the dirty thoughts that immediately followed. Exhaustion marred every inch of my existence after the workday, and yet, all I wanted to do was bury my cock in my boyfriend until he was putty in my hands before forcing him to milk the frustration out of me, stroke by stroke.
I grunted at the thought.
Fuck.
The thought alone had me growing stiff in my uniform.
I was nothing if not obsessed with the man down the hall.
He was my everything. I’d marry him tomorrow if I could.
To fully claim him. Toownhim.
The thought gave me pause, as it often did, as I began to unlace my work boots.
I sighed tiredly. God, did I ever want to call Casey myhusband.
But there had been one thing holding me back for years at that point. And while it probably didn’t make sense in the heads of others, it was more than vital to me, to the dynamic of us and how we would last with such a unique need.
A family.
A woman.
A woman just for us.
