When it Raynes (Frost Industries Book 1) by Montana Fyre

Author:Montana Fyre [Fyre, Montana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780645485103
Published: 2022-05-26T16:00:00+00:00

22

Rayne

The simmering rage is still under the surface but having Emerson safe in my apartment has settled the beast at least to some extent.

I’m watching as she picks at the food I made her. I’m not much of a cook but I know my way around the kitchen enough to make an omelet and some toast.

At first I didn’t think she liked it, but each time she works up to taking a bite she lets out the little moan of appreciation that goes straight to my dick.

The more time that passes, the more color returns to her cheeks. She’s not reacting as I expected. From the way she clung to me like I was the only thing holding her together, I thought she would panic when I stepped away to cook for her, but she just watched me as I moved around the kitchen.

The only way I would have known something was wrong was the way she pushed the omelet from one side of the plate to the other. Well that, and the bruise forming on her cheek. Every time I look at her face, a new wave of anger crashes down on me. Even though I’ve seen it, even though I’ve felt the blinding rage over and over again since I scooped her into my arms, it doesn’t seem to calm the beast.

“Is something wrong with your food, sweet girl?” I finally ask, taking a long sip of whiskey. I’m hoping the amber liquid can help to calm me down, but no such luck so far.

Emerson’s eyes move to meet mine. They’re still dull compared to normal, but there is a bit more color than earlier. “No, it’s delicious.”

“Then why are you picking at it like it’s a plate full of Brussels sprouts?” I ask.

She opens her mouth to reply, but she just sighs and forces another bite into her mouth. “I thought I was hungry, but as soon as I took the first bite, I realized I wasn’t. I’m sorry for making you waste your time cooking for me,” she says quietly before taking another bite.

I reach forward and take the fork from her, not wanting her to force-feed herself if she isn’t hungry. I push the plate away from her and pat my knee.

Without being told, she stands from the chair and takes the few steps to sit on my lap. She relaxes the moment she’s settled, curling up against my chest like a sleepy kitten, her body content as long as it’s wrapped up in mine. The move makes me want to beat my chest like the fucking caveman I am when it comes to Emerson. She’s looking to me for comfort, and I’ll do everything I can to give her whatever she needs. Always.

“No time I spend on or with you is a waste, Emerson,” I whisper into her auburn locks. It’s drying in waves and all I want to do is run my fingers through it, but I’m trying my best to keep my hands to myself.

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