The Letters (Carnage #4) by Lesley Jones Read Free Book Online

They’re still wide, but now, they’re also shining with unshed tears.
    What the fuck is she getting upset for?
    “Was it bad, your dream? A nightmare?”
    She watches my throat as I swallow, and despite still feeling a little shaky and disoriented, my dick stirs to life when she licks her lips.
    “C’mere.” I gesture with my head and hold out my arms. Now, it’s my turn to watch as her throat moves when she swallows. My erection not giving a shit about the inappropriateness of his appearance.
    “Are you pissed off with me?” she asks quietly without making an attempt to move towards my open arms and waiting lap. Which doesn’t make me in the least bit happy.
    “Why the fuck am I pissed off with you, Kitten?” My voice sounds croaky from sleep. I watch as she laces her fingers together and sets them on top of her knees, rolling her thumbs around and around each other.
    Georgia looks nervous. Georgia doesn’t do nervous. I’ve no clue what could be going through that complicatedly beautiful mind of hers.
    “My meltdown at lunch time. You’ve stayed up here all day. You’ve not even seen much of the kids.”
    I feel like I’m living in a parallel universe. I must still be foggy from sleep because I feel like I’m missing something.
    “What the fuck are you talking about?” My question comes out harsher than I intend, but I’m baffled.
    “You were pissed off with me earlier when I had my meltdown of Georgia proportions. You carried me up here, and we must’ve fallen asleep. Harry came in and woke me up because he was starving. We promised the kids TGI’s tonight, remember? I woke you up, and you said you were coming, but you went back to sleep. I ended up taking them on my own.”
    “Wha, wait, wait, wait. What time is it?”
    “Just after twelve.”
    “At night?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Fuck. I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember saying that I was getting up.” She’s still kneeling next to me, looking all wide eyed and sorry for herself.
    “Come the fuck over here, Kitten. I won’t tell you again.” She silently slides herself into my waiting lap, and her scent is all it takes to calm my racing heart. I kiss the top of her head.
    “I thought I’d finally fucked things right up this time,” she says into my neck. I feel like a complete prick.
    “The jetlag must’ve hit me and then kicked my arse. I’d never stand you and the kids up, babe. I’m surprised you would even think for a minute that I would.”
    I move her legs to either side of my hips and pull her in close so I can look into her face.
    “You really think I’d do that?” I ask her. She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a long breath.
    “I thought I’d driven you to do that.” She blinks repeatedly, but it doesn’t keep her tears at bay. They hang from her dark lashes, and my gut twists at the thought of her feeling shitty the whole night.
    “I’m so sorry about earlier, Cam. It was so unfair of me to behave like that. You’d just come home and I laid all that shit on ya.”
    I don’t think I can remember a time when I’ve seen Georgia so emotional. Opening this bloody box has had a bigger impact on her emotions than I think even she was expecting.
    I’ve never known her to be insecure, especially about us. Not that she’s ever let on to me and I’m pretty good at reading my wife.
    “Baby, please don’t cry. Of course I didn’t stay up here on purpose. There’s nothing you could say or do that would keep me away from you. Not even a meltdown of Georgia proportions.”
    She finally smiles and her blue eyes sparkle. She rakes her fingers through my messy bed hair, which is badly in need of a cut.
    “I don’t deserve you,” she says while kissing my neck.
    “Well, you’ve got me regardless. I need to shower and clean my teeth, baby. I want those little shorts and that vest gone by the time I get back. I need to taste you, and then I need to fuck you.” I’ve already lifted her out of my lap and am headed to