Broken Love (Broken #4)(65)

Ryder took my hand and squeezed it. Kate’s dreams of becoming a fashion designer were going to happen.

“We already decided the money will go into a scholarship account for young girls in Montana to follow their own dreams,” Ryder said when Michael started talking money.

“I do have one question though,” Ryder said. “Who will be finishing my sister’s other designs?”

My heart sank. I’d have given anything to have been able to finish them.

Michael sat back in his chair. “Oh, that will be done by our latest designer. She lives in America and is very familiar with Kate’s work.”

Ryder and I both looked at each other. What in the hell is he talking about?

“Who?” I asked a little too hard.

With a wide smile, Michael said, “You, Ava. You will finish Kate’s designs. The moment I saw your dress I knew that my sweet Kate brought you to me to finish the work she had begun, and so much more.”

I was positive I had just peed my pants. “Wait. What?”

Everything from that point on was nothing but a blur.





AFTER FILLING MY parents in on everything that had happened since we got to Paris, I was exhausted. Ava and I had been going non-stop since we landed in France. Between finishing up the deal for Kate’s designs, and then Michael offering Ava a position, things were insane.

Ava had called Jackson to let him know also. We had talked one other time since dinner that first night. I had asked him why he was still single and the only thing he said was no one had moved his heart like Kate enough to make him fall again. Ava was hell bent on making sure Jackson moved on and found happiness again. So much so, she and my mother planned a dinner where they invited a shit load of people, many whom were young and single. Jackson wasn’t interested though. He spent most of the night talking to Jennifer.

The water in the bathroom turned off as I made my way in. Ava was soaking in the tub. She had never looked so beautiful.

“So? What did Maurice say?”

She kept her eyes closed. “Well, after he called me a bitch about six times, he told me he was proud of me and that his little secret weapon would have gotten noticed sooner or later.”

I smiled and made my way over to her and sat on the edge of the giant tub. “You look tense.”

“I’m getting married tomorrow. I am tense.”

Moving my eyes to the faucet, I couldn’t help but notice the shower head was a hand held.

“Then I think it’s time to relax you.”

Her eyes opened as a smile slowly grew across her face.

“What did you have in mind?”

I stood and quickly got undressed and joined her. Lifting the shower head, I turned it on and adjusted the temperature.

“Spread your legs apart, Ava.”

Her mouth parted open as she did what I said. Placing the jetted water up to her clit, she gasped.

“Touch your breasts.”

She quickly did what I said. My dick was so hard it was throbbing as I watched her pull and twist each nipple.

“Ryder! Oh God!”

Her body trembled as she came. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Turning off the water, I watched her come down from her orgasm.

“Shit,” she mumbled.

“Feel relaxed now?”

Her eyes moved down to my rock hard cock. When she gave me a wicked smile, I knew my day was about to get even better as we made our way to the bed.

Crawling on me, she slowly sank down until I was balls deep inside of her. Our lips pressed together as she slowly moved up and down.

“Faster, Ava.”

It didn’t take long before she called out my name and I did the same, pouring myself into her felt better than ever.

She stayed on me while we both caught our breaths.

“Is it just me, or is sex in Paris better?” Ava asked, still sitting on me with my dick jumping inside of her.

“Sex with you is better each time no matter where we are, baby.”

Rubbing her nose against mine, she giggled. “Good answer.”

“How about we spend the rest of the day taking in the sites?” I asked.

With a huge smile, Ava nodded and jumped up. “Yes! Let’s get dressed. There is so much I want to show you!”

We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring Paris. Ava showed me all of her favorite shops and we went to one that had the most amazing dresses in Paris. Ava’s words not mine. “Kate’s designs will be in this store.”

I shook my head. “It’s bittersweet.”

Lacing her fingers with mine, she smiled weakly. “I know, but it’s also amazing at the same time to know your sister’s dreams are coming true. And that a scholarship is being made in her honor. Her life lives on and y’all should be so proud of her.”

Choking back tears, I nodded. “I am. I still wish she was here to see it all.”

Ava reached up and gently kissed me. “She sees it, Ryder.”

I cupped her face within my hands. “Thank you. Thank you for making this all happen, buttercup.”

A tear fell from her eye and slowly made a path down her beautiful face. Wiping it away with my thumb, I stared into those baby blues of hers.

“I wish I had known her. I think we would have been good friends.”

“She would have loved you and you would have loved her.”