Ruined Vows Read Online Stasia Black

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“Wait, what were we talking about?” Isaak trails after me.

Nothing, sweet man. Nothing at all.

“I could scrub your back?” he asks, sounding hopeful.

Good. His mind has obviously moved on to other things.

“No! I’m gross! You can shower after me.”

I slam the door in his face, then pull out my phone to arrange everything for tonight, grinning down at the little screen.

FORTY-FOUR

ISAAK

I stare at the closed door, frowning.

What the hell does Denver have to do with me not wanting to risk her safety because of my nightmares? And what’s this about a surprise?

That’s never anything I want to hear my girlfriend say. I hate surprises.

Wait. Fuck. Is she my girlfriend?

She just got out of an engagement. I itch the back of my head. She might not even want anything long-term right now.

But wait again.

Has she even let that fuck-wad back in Dallas know she’s out of the engagement? Then I remember who we’re dealing with here. Not only did the fuck-wad make it clear to her on more than one occasion that he wanted an “open” situation, he also fucking assaulted her.

She’s done with him, and I don’t care when he fucking learns about it. He better hope I’m not around when it goes down, though, or I might be just a little too tempted to give into my fantasies of making him bleed.

Fuck. I’ll just have to make her my girlfriend as soon as possible.

I mean, within reason.

Like tomorrow.

Or we could make this a real road trip. It’s just another eleven hours to Vegas, and I’ve already proven I’m good at driving overnight.

I sigh and fall back on the bed, then laugh and scrub my hands down my face. Damn, Red sure is a firecracker.

So don’t fuck it up like you usually do.

I scrub another hand down my face. I’m not going to. I’m not going to fuck it up.

Things are different now. She’s not engaged to the jackhole. She picked me. For once in my whole goddamned life, someone picked me.

Are you so sure? That insidious fucking voice continues. Or are you just the convenient rebound? Someone with muscles to whisk off for a week of fucking, but not the kind you exactly take home to Mommy and Daddy’s mansion?

I sit up quickly, feeling like my chest is burning.

No one ever keeps you. They always give you back in the end.

I drop to the floor and start doing pushups. This is an old habit from the group homes when I was desperate to grow any muscles to hold my own against the bigger kids. Just doing a bunch of pushups made you look like a badass, too, and even that helped keep bullies away. Plus, I always liked how the pain and strain made my mind clear.

Everything gets nice and quiet when your muscles are screaming and you’re huffing for breath. It’s one reason that I’m usually in the gym training as hard as I do.

Returning to my vigorous training schedule since we’ve been at Domhn’s place has helped me keep my sanity these past few weeks. Especially since Kira and I stopped fucking. That’s another way I’ve learned can help channel this… this destructive energy is what I’ve learned to call it.

Memories. Voices. All the bad shit bubbling right up to the surface. It’s how I got to as good as I was right up until I met Kira. I hadn’t had a nightmare in forever and was being great about staying in the moment and just living my life.

Then she comes in and blows everything to shit. The thing is, I don’t even care. Because what did I really have before her? A shit-long list of routines that made me feel a little less crazy.

But I was barely living.

I haven’t felt so connected to… to life… or to who I know I used to be inside in⁠—

—In a decade.

Since the day I told Elmer’s to ride in the truck ahead of mine.

“Shower’s all yours,” comes Kira’s voice.

I look up to find her standing there, dripping, in just a towel.

I reach for my bag to shove something in my pocket before popping to my feet and prowling towards her. But she just wags her finger at me when I try to peel the towel off and unwrap the present, squealing and hopping away across the room.

“I’m ordering room service. Get showered, or you won’t be ready by the time it gets here!”

“What if I don’t care about room service?” I step into her, pressing her back against the wall. I’m instantly hard.

Her big eyes blink up at me. “I had donuts this morning from the gas station but you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

I grin at her. “I had quite a meal last night on the road. And I’m hungry for more.” I trail a hand up the outside of her thigh and under the towel to her warm, moist skin.


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