Riding Blind (Hell Ryders MC Book 3) by J.L. Sheppard

Author:J.L. Sheppard [Sheppard, J.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: erotic romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Published: 2018-05-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Her head pounded so hard she swore it’d split in two. Eyes swollen, she refused to try to part them. No wonder. Last night, she cried for hours. She’d only sobbed so much once. Still, she knew she had to try. She couldn’t stay in bed.

She slid her eyes open and remembered where she was—Bryce’s bed. On her side, her gaze landed on the door leading into the bathroom. Her back pressed against the heat of a body. That same warmth snaked around her waist. Carefully, she angled her head to look down and found an arm wrapped around her waist, his arm. One of his legs in between hers, his face at her neck as his breaths heated her skin.

It felt good. She woke up every day for more than five years wishing she had this. It was bittersweet knowing it meant nothing to him and everything to her, and even knowing that, she’d give an arm to wake up like this every day for the rest of her life.

God, she was pathetic. Sleeping beside the man who destroyed her was stupid. Wanting him was weak. Still loving him was pathetic.

He tightened his arm around her waist. Then he shifted. She stilled, holding her breath. He rubbed his face against her shoulder blade inhaling as he glided a hand to her lower abdomen and pressed his hips against her. Feeling the length of his shaft on her butt, she jumped slightly.

A second later, he spoke in his groggy, deep voice. “Fuck.”

She held her breath, hoping to God he’d go back to sleep. No way in hell he’d look at her and not know how much she enjoyed waking up like that.

“Know you’re awake, Em.”

Her chest warmed. He used to call her “Em” all the time. He was never much for pet names, only “babe” when he teased her, but he’d called her “Em” all the time. Even though she’d been living at the compound for close to a month, he never called her Em or by her full name, not until last night. She wasn’t that stupid to think it meant something though. He probably felt bad for her. Poor, weak, pathetic Em going all those years still loving a man who never loved her, loving a man who broke her.

She didn’t know what she expected. She never imagined seeing him again, never imagined telling him why she left. He made her, and she had. All it cost her—more heartbreak. He’d been shocked. Of course, he never knew she knew and proved it last night. And the fact he didn’t have anything to say, not an excuse, not an apology, was because it was the truth. He broke her again, and she had to watch him walk away. Ironic that the last time she’d run away.

That hadn’t been enough for him. He forced her in the shower, making her think he cared about her getting sick when he’d been the one to leave her outside for hours. Then he made her sleep in bed with him.

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