Unexpected Lovers by Sandy Sullivan Read Free Book Online

about her falling down that canyon trail. She’d cried to him about her pain and for him to help her. He’d chuckled at first, but a moment later, it had turned into a full-blown evil laugh. She’d pay for not dying out there like he’d planned.
    I know. I’ll tie her up out in the middle of the desert and let her die slowly from thirst. But first I’m going to fuck her ass until I can’t move anymore, then I’ll leave her. She’ll die knowing I took what I wanted and left her there alone. No one will ever find her until she’s nothing more than a dried up corpse.

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    “Whitney?”
    “Out here,” she called when she heard Ryan’s voice. She’d been in their home for two weeks, and they had already established somewhat of a routine. Brett and Ryan kept their days opposite so one of them was home with her all the time. Today was the first day both of them had been gone, and she loved having the house to herself for a change. Now, she could get around a bit on the cast and could at least take a nice sponge bath. What I wouldn’t give for a long, hot shower! I bet I’d smell a lot better. She lifted her arm and sniffed.
    “Hey.” Ryan leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
    “Hi. How was work?”
    Grabbing the patio chair across from her, he straddled it with his lean, hard-muscled thighs, and she stifled a sigh.
    “Long and grueling, especially knowing you were here alone.”
    “I’m a big girl, Ryan. I did just fine before I met you.”
    “So, what did you do all day, princess?”
    She cocked an eyebrow at his title for her. That’s a new one.
    “I watched television, made some lunch, came out here, and sat in the sun for a while, and listened to some of the CDs in Brett’s cabinet.”
    “Uh-oh.”
    “What?”
    “You touched Brett’s CDs.”
    “Did I do something wrong? He said to help myself to whatever.”
    “I’m kidding, Whitney. Relax.”
    “Ass-wipe.”
    He flashed a wide grin, which sent shivers down her arms.
    “What are we having for dinner?” she asked.
    “What are you making?”
    “Me?”
    “You don’t know how to cook?”
    She had to think about that one. Actually, she liked to putter around the kitchen, but she didn’t think she had that much freedom in Brett’s home. “Yes, I can cook. In fact, I love to cook.”
    “Then what’s stopping you?”
    “It’s not my house.”
    “Brett wouldn’t mind.”
    “As meticulous as he is? You’re kidding again, right?”
    “No. I’ll even take you shopping since I’m home early, if you’d like.”
    “Really?”
    “Yep.” He stood and held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
    Ryan swept her up in his arms, and even though she grumbled that she could walk, really all she wanted to do was cuddle up next to his warm skin and press her nose to his neck. The urge to run her tongue along the tanned column almost overcame her until he set her down in the living room.
    He didn’t drop his arms from around her waist, and they stood chest to breast for what seemed like hours, both breathing the same crackling air surrounding them. She’d known he’d wanted her from the first time he kissed her. But this was the first time he’d shown any inclination to kiss her again.
    “Ryan,” she whispered, tipping her chin up.
    His head dipped toward her, and she could almost feel his lips when the phone rang.
    He growled low in his throat, pressing his forehead against hers for a second before he dropped his hands and moved toward the table.
    “Hello?”
    Whitney leaned against the arm of the couch, listening to the one-sided conversation. From what she could hear, she gathered it was someone for Brett.
    “No, he’s not here.”
    She cocked her eyebrow with a little tip of her lips into a smile.
    “Sorry, Pam. He won’t be home until later. He’s at work.”
    Ryan rolled his eyes, and Whitney fought the giggle bubbling in her throat.
    After a few moments, he finally hung up and moved toward her. She tipped her head