Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(87)

“And I packed him his pajamas and enough bottles to get us through ten o’clock. So after dinner, I’m taking you home and f*cking you against the wall, maybe on the stairs, and definitely in the kitchen. ”

“What.” This time she breathes the word as heat floods her eyes.

“Come on, Emmy. I knew if I’d asked you about this, you’d have said no. I haven’t been alone with you since he was born. I packed his bags and dropped them off with Brett this morning after the gym. It works out for everyone. I get to have loud sex with my wife without fear of waking the baby, and Jesse gets her baby fix for the week.”

“I don’t know…” she starts, but the door opens and Jesse comes skipping into the shop.

She addresses Collin first. “Hey, cutie!”

“Jesse, I don’t know about this,” Emma says as Jesse plucks him from her arms.

“Em, it will be fine,” Brett says as he joins the group.

“Oh and the best part. I was worried about the whole car seat switch, so Brett’s just going to take the SUV and leave us the BMW.” I smile eagerly.

“Be careful with my baby, *,” he snaps as he hands over the keys.

“I could say the same.” I look down at Collin, who’s giggling while Jesse blows raspberries on his cheek.

“Come on, sweetheart. It will be fine,” I urge.

She finally relents. “Yeah, okay.”

“I’ll text lots of pictures,” Jesse promises, using Collin’s hand to wave over her shoulder as they walk away.

Emma’s eyes look a little teary as the door closes behind them, so I pull her into a hug. After pushing her hair off her shoulder, I place a wet kiss on her neck. She immediately relaxes into my arms.

“He’ll be fine. He loves Jesse.”

She nods, biting back the tears as Paul comes out from the back.

“You ready, man?”

I turn to Emma and ask, “We ready?”

“Did you draw it?” she asks, referring to my soon-to-be new tattoo.

“Yeah. I did.”

“Then I’m ready.” She stands on her toes and pecks my lips.

Two hours later, I finally stand up and look in the mirror.

“Holy shit. That is gorgeous!” Emma gasps when she sees my newest additions.

I had the word Stolen filled in with green ink—the same color as the bird’s eye. I didn’t need that word anymore, but I wanted to keep it as a reminder of how I got here. In a grey section at the tail of the bird, I had the word Reborn added in sky-blue ink—almost the exact shade of Emma’s and Collin’s eyes. But my absolute favorite part is the addition of their names. On the left side of the bird’s body, I had Emmy added vertically in black script, and on the right is Collin.

“What the hell are you going to do if we have more kids?” she asks from behind me as she inspects every inch of my new markings.

“Are we having more kids?” I ask with a laugh.

“Well yeah, eventually.” She steps around in front of me.

“Okay, two more, but that’s it. I like to keep things symmetrical,” I say, and she stands on her toes to kiss me.

“I love it. Like a lot. Maybe even more than I love you,” she teases, kissing me again little deeper.

“You hungry? Because I really want to skip dinner right now. That wall at home is calling my name.” I pull her tight against my body. Then I slide my hand down the back of her pants, cupping her ass like no one can see us.

“Yeah, that’s definitely a better idea.”

We finish up and I all but throw my credit card at Paul in a rush to get out of there and get home. No sooner than I sign my name on the receipt, I grab Emma’s hand and drag her to the parking lot. Just before we get inside the car, I suddenly swing her around and push her up against the door, kissing her with a deep and promising kiss.

“You know that’s permanent, right? No getting rid of me now,” she explains against my mouth.

“That’s the plan, Emmy. That’s the plan.”





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Among the Echoes


“I don’t know who you truly are, Riley. But tiny flashes of that woman whisper around the room between us. I will find the real you among the echoes—and I will make her mine.” –Slate Andrews





Not too long ago, I decided to start writing. It was a huge decision for me and quite possibly one of the best ones I’ve ever made. Along the way, I have met some truly amazing people who have selflessly given their time and support to me. I have also seen the true colors of the friends I have had for years as they have blindly taken my back during this new endeavor. I can’t thank everyone who has helped me, but here is where I try.

To my family: I love you. I don’t think I will ever be able to say that enough.

Mike, you have listened to me talk books for more hours than I care to admit. Thank you for keeping the wild animals that we call kids while I go away to signings, and all the nights where I lock myself away to meet deadlines. I kinda love you….a lot.