Katie In Denver (In Denver Series Book 3) by R. Colora Read Free Book Online Page B

make me feel better— she always does.

Chapter 8
    Katie
    I barely got any sleep last night between everything that happened and the calls that kept coming from an unknown number. I'm running on about two hours. I've changed my number twice and changed my cell phone number twice but for over a year I keep getting calls all day and night, and the person on the other end is always silent. 
    Stretching my body out, I somehow feel rested. I roll over to look at my clock, and I’m startled by Michael sitting on the chair by my bed. I move so fast I roll off the bed hitting the floor with a thud. 
    “What the hell, Michael? How the hell did you get into my house? And why are you in my bedroom?”
    I get up from the floor and fix my camisole top and sleep shorts with rainbows on them. Grabbing my robe, I cover myself up and go to the bathroom just leaving him sitting there. I brush my teeth and wash my face then walk back out to my room.
    He leans back in the chair crossing his arms. I throw my hands up waiting for an answer. 
    “I couldn't sleep. I tried, but I kept thinking how hurt MJ looked so I drove here at 4 am. When I came to the gate, they wouldn't let me in, so I had them call your dad. We had coffee and a long talk, and he let me in, he said it would be good for me to be here when MJ woke up. You know, to show him I'm here.”
    “OK, so why the hell are you lurking in my bedroom watching me sleep like some weirdo?”
    “Katie,” he says, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees. When he says my name, it turns my inside to liquid. 
    He takes a minute before finishing. 
    “Katie, I never got over you. I made a mistake because I was high and drunk and stupid, but I want you back—I want my family. I thought about you every day. I drove myself crazy thinking about you, and I know I will have so much to prove to you, but I have known since I picked up your wallet that you were my soulmate, the only woman for me. If you need time to get there, I will wait, but I'm telling you now you’re mine, and I'm yours.”
    I brace myself for the lie I’m about to tell.
    “Michael, I'm not the sixteen-year-old girl you left behind anymore. The puppy love feelings I had for you are gone, I will always have love for you because you are the father of my child, but the feelings I had for you died.” I walk to my dresser pulling out underwear, a bra, some jeans, and a shirt. When I turn around, Michael is standing in front of me 
    “When you were sleeping you moaned and said my name. You rubbed your thighs together like you used to do when I got you all worked up I bet if I slid my hand down the front of those tiny little shorts, your pussy would be soaked for me.” 
    I feel myself flush and my breathing speed up as he steps closer. 
    “I know I fucked up, baby, but don't lie to me and don't lie to yourself.” His lips were on me so hard and so fast I forgot where I was for a second I wrap my legs around his waist. He rocks his cock into the wetness of my shorts.
    “See, I told you, baby, soaked.” He pulls my camisole down and starts placing kisses down my breastbone. Spinning us around he lays me on the bed. As he takes my nipple in his mouth, the sensation is overwhelming. Sliding his hand down into my sleep shorts, he starts rubbing circles in my clit. I want to tell him to stop, but it feels so good. Sliding two fingers into my throbbing pussy, I gasp. 
    “Michael, please.” I don't know if I'm begging for him to stop or never to stop. 
    “Damn, baby, you’re so tight.” He has two fingers moving slowly while he rubs my clit with just enough to pressure to make me see stars as I cum. He kisses me hard one more time and adjusts my clothes. “Get dressed, baby, our son is gonna be up soon.” With that, he walks to the door 
    “Katie, do you love me?” he asks with a hopeful look in his eyes. 
    I close my eyes; I can't lie anymore. “I have never loved anyone else, Michael. You were it for