Making Their Vows Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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“You don’t understand. My father…he…” She has to stop for breath, visibly trying to calm herself down and I can’t help it, I slow my stride and kiss her forehead, cheeks, the crown of her head, holding her tighter in my arms to comfort her. “North, my father isn’t a good person,” she whispers. “He’s in league with a really dangerous man. And h-he threatened to have you killed if I didn’t break things off.” Her chest starts to heave. “Oh God, I could be putting you in danger right now.”

I’m too overcome with fear that she’s been gravely hurt to fully process this news. But I hear it all the same. I hear the most important part and my heart starts to beat again for the first time in five days. “You didn’t…want to leave me?”

“No!” she cries out. “I’m dying without you.”

Her words wind me, knock my breath right out of my lungs. “This is real. This is real? I know I’m not having a fantasy, because I’d never daydream of you getting hit.”

“It’s real. I’m here.” We reach my car then and I sit her on the hood while I unlock the door, then pick her back up and gently place her in the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt. Before I can close the door, she snags my wrist. “I don’t know what to do, North. I’m scared. I can’t stay away from you, but I could get you killed.”

“Listen to me, Gracie, we’re going to figure this out. Together. Knowing you want me? That’s all I need. No one is keeping me from you again. I fucking bleed with love for you,” I say thickly, hands shaking violently. “Let them come for me.”

“I love you,” she whispers, laying her head back against the seat, the affection on her face slaying me where I stand. “I’d bleed for you, too.”

“You are bleeding for me,” I rasp, throat on fire. “Please let me make sure you’re all right, beauty.”

She nods and I exhale jaggedly, closing the door and running for the driver’s side.

Grace is okay.

She’s okay.

She’s okay.

I repeat those words to myself on a loop while leaning against the hallway wall outside of her hospital room, still shirtless, eyes bloodshot. The nurses made me leave Grace’s room in the ER so they could ask her some questions. I know they’re asking my girlfriend if I’m the one who gave her that knot on her head—and I’m glad. I’m glad there are people in place to protect her, even if the very suggestion that I’d hit her makes me sick to my stomach.

They want to keep Grace overnight as a precaution only and I’m not going to leave her side for a goddamn second. I’ve already called Tulip, who is safe at home, letting her know where I’ll be. She cried and apologized when I told her Grace got in the middle of my fight, blaming herself, but I wouldn’t allow it. There’s no one to blame here. Grace and I were born on the opposite side of the tracks. Money and status and public perception are the culprit. They’re what kept us apart.

But I’m not allowing that to happen anymore.

Grace could never look anything less than beautiful, but one look at her face and I can see the toll it took. To be separated from me. We share one heart, one soul. Being away from each other isn’t an option. Five days without us has stolen her healthy glow, surrounded her eyes with purplish shadows. I can’t stand to imagine what she’s gone through. If she experienced half of my pain, I don’t know how she’s even breathing right now.

The nurse comes out of the room holding a clipboard and nods at me. “Well,” she laughs. “Someone certainly loves you.” Her eyes skate down my chest, in a practical, motherly way. “I’m going to check and see if we have scrubs in your size. I doubt you’re going to leave your girlfriend—”

“You’ve got that right.”

Again, she laughs. “And you can’t sit here half-dressed all night.”

I nod once. “Thanks, that would be great.”

“Stay here.”

Pacing, eager to get back into the room with Grace, I watch the nurse disappear into a supply closet and step out a moment later with a blue garment. It’s a little tight, but I manage to get it over my head and down my chest, arms and torso. With one more nod of gratitude for the nurse, I reenter the dark room, my heart pounding out of control at the way Grace smiles at me, reaching out her hand.

I cross the floor and take it, holding her palm to my cheek.

Can’t believe I’m touching her. Can’t believe she came back.

“They’re not going to call my parents. I’m eighteen, so I have the option,” she murmurs. “But when I don’t come home tonight…I don’t know what’s going to happen.”


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