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Snared(94)

By:LL Collins


“Not only that.” April smiled as I adjusted myself. God, she made it so hard to think. “I want to be there for Robbie.”

She . . . wanted to be there for Robbie? “You do?” It came out little more than a whisper.

“Yes. I want to . . .” April broke eye contact, seemingly nervous about what she was going to say.

“You don’t have to be worried to say what you think. I want to hear every single thing you have to say, all the time.”

“I want to be his family,” she said. “I want us to raise him. Together. I know that’s probably too much, too soon, but I—”

I grabbed her, fisting her hair with my good hand as I took every emotion running amok in my body and poured it into kissing her. She gasped as I assaulted her mouth with mine, sucking and biting until we both started ripping at each other’s clothes, in desperation to show the other how serious we were about what was happening here.

I slid my fingers under her dress and into her wet center, groaning when she clamped down around me. She’d already ridded me of my shirt, and she was working her small hands on my pants at this moment. I sighed in relief when her hand found my hard length. I curved my fingers and pressed against her, hitting the spot I knew would send her directly over the edge. Using my mouth, I bit the strap of her dress and pulled it down, baring her chest to me. God, she was beautiful.

I suckled her nipples as she rode my hand, her caress against my fevered skin almost making me lose it in her hand. “Beau, now.”

I shifted so she could shove my pants down far enough and, without taking her dress or underwear off, I sank inside her. A line of expletives I wasn’t used to hearing from April came from her mouth as I filled her to the hilt. I loved her in every way. The prim and proper April, the caring and motherly April, and the hot as fuck dirty April.

Her head fell back as she rode me. I moved my good hand from her hip down to where we were joined, feeling her tighten up as I began to circle her. “That’s right, April. Give it to me the way you want it, baby. That’s right. Ah, that right there. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Yes.” April shut her eyes as she continued to ride me. God, I could get used to this. “Beau, you fit so perfect inside me. I love every second of being with you. Do it harder, baby. Harder. I need to . . .” She didn’t finish her thought because I did as she requested and we both shuddered as our release hit us at the same time. As I pumped into her, her eyes opened, and we watched each other come down from our natural high. Her face was flushed, and a smile played on her lips.

Her gaze left mine and traveled down my chest and abs. “Gets hotter every time,” she said, her fingertips making goose bumps break out on my inked skin. “But then again, look at you. How could it not?”

“Ditto, baby.” I cupped her full breasts. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

April smirked. “So I guess this insanely mind-blowing break-in of my couch means that you accept my offer to help you raise Robbie and come live down there with you?”

She shifted but didn’t move. I knew we were probably both a mess and I was still inside her, but I didn’t want to move. “I don’t ever want to be a reason for you to regret anything in your life,” I said finally. I tapped a beat on her hips.

“Beau Anderson, the only regret I would have would be if I let you go and didn’t do this. It won’t be perfect. It’ll be messy and stressful and sometimes the hardest thing we’ve ever done. But it’ll be ours. If you’re in, I’m in, one hundred and fifty percent.”

“Come home with me. Live with me. Wake up next to me every single day.”

I hadn’t a clue what she’d do with her house or how her family would react to that, but I had to have her. I couldn’t let her go.

She kissed me so softly I barely felt it. Her face a few centimeters from mine, our eyes locked in an unspoken promise. A week ago, I thought I had nothing. Now, I knew I had everything.



“Close your eyes,” Natalie said as we approached Robbie’s new bedroom. In the week we’d been in Orlando wrapping things up to get ready to come home, Natalie had been busy. When she’d taken Robbie shopping before she’d left Orlando she’d not only gotten the child more clothes than he could ever wear before growing out of them, but also had asked him to pick out a theme for his room.

He’d picked sports cars, which was interesting. We’d enjoyed our week together just as our “little family.” I’d talked to Dr. Mia in a few phone sessions, as well as Dr. Grant and Dr. Viola. My new meds were working well, and I was happier than I could ever remember being in my life. Because Bex had wiped out Beats, I hadn’t been able to show Robbie how to play or play myself since the day I’d been released from the hospital. I planned to take him to my home studio later today and let him bang the hell out of the drum kit.