Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(102)

Silence.

“Please… please… Uncle.”

I would beg him on my hands and knees if I needed to.

“You will always be my niece, Briggs, and I will always be your uncle… in any life you choose,” he forewarned and immediately hung up before I had the chance to say anything.

I didn’t give it anymore thought, walking back into the apartment I looked over at a sleeping Austin.

Finally feeling hopeful.





<>Austin<>


I woke up at the crack of dawn with a sleeping Briggs in my arms. I couldn’t remember the last time I watched her sleep. She was usually out of bed before me and that was if she even slept at all. She was lying on my arm, curled around it like a stuffed animal. Her memory blanket placed on top of both of us.

She was a sight for sore f*cking eyes.

She looked like an angel with her hair spread out on the pillow and her pink pouty lip that she loved to bite was sticking out.

Damn, I was a lucky son of a bitch.

It had been over two weeks since I stopped using. I wasn’t even taking pain pills. And I owed it all to the woman in my arms. For the first time in over a decade I was completely sober.

It was the craziest f*cking feeling. Ever.

It was like I had been on a roller coaster for years and it finally came to a halt. Except I couldn’t find my balance no matter where or how I stood, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t scare me. There were triggers all around me.

Fuck, this apartment alone was a trigger.

A part of me felt like I was just living in the gray area, hoping that I would soon find the black or white. I didn’t want to relapse. I swear on my love for Briggs that I wanted to stay sober, but it was such unfamiliar territory for me.

As if it were a new world, one that I hadn’t existed in since before my car accident. Somewhere along the way I let the darkness and the demons, creep in through the cracks.

I never thought people could become so weak to the point of letting anything control their lives. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever become one of them. I knew I was slowly killing myself from the first time that needle went into my arm. There was no going back for me. There was no going forward either. I was at a standstill with no place to go but down into the dark abyss of addiction.

Being able to see our baby girl didn’t help, all it did was add fuel to my already burning fire. Taking down everything in its wake.

Including Briggs.

She was burning alive because I was already dead.

I couldn’t even remember the last time I touched her, the last time I f*cking tasted her, or the last time we f*cked. Let alone made love. I used to pretty much live inside, her day in and day out. It was my favorite place to be. Buried balls deep inside her.

I could see her nipples through the cream color satin of her tank top that had rose up while she slept. I softly caressed her stomach with my knuckles, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She felt like silk against my fingers as I slowly made my way down to the edge of her panties, slipping my fingers into her warm welcoming heat.

She stirred, and her body told me to keep going even though her eyes were still closed. My fingers moved slowly at first, and with each elevated breath that escaped from her lips, I moved them faster and more precise.

She moaned, fluttering her eyes open.

“What’s going—”

I pushed my fingers into her opening. Her head rolled back against the pillow, and her back arched off the bed.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful,” I groaned, watching her come undone time and time again. My thumb played with her clit while I continued to f*ck her with my fingers, wanting nothing more than to make her come for me. I intercepted her hand and placed it above her head when it moved toward my cock.

“No, baby. Let me take care of you,” I murmured.

“I want to take care of you too,” she panted.

“All you do is take care of me.”

“Austin,” she whimpered as I thrust my fingers in again.

“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see those blue eyes.”

She did just as I hit her g-spot harder and with more determination. I let go of her hand to grab onto her hip for leverage. Thrusting harder and harder.

“I love you, Daisy. I love you so f*cking much.”

That was her undoing. Her * clamped down, riding out her orgasm against my fingers. And I loved every last second of it.

“We need to talk, babe,” I coaxed before I lost the nerve. “We need to go. We need a fresh start. I can’t stay—”

“I know. No more running away, Austin. I think it’s time that you went back home.”

I frowned, lowering my eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean I need to go back home? I’m not f*cking living without you, Daisy. You are my home.”

“Calm down. I meant with me. I think we could make a really nice life in Oak Island. I loved it there, and it’s where your family and friends are. I want that. I want that more than anything else. To be apart of the place you used to call home.”

I took a deep breath, contemplating what she said. I could see it in her eyes. Everything she just shared was something that she really wanted.

After all those years, after everything I put her through, put us through.

I would give her the world if I could.