Blurb
Gage Evers wanted what he couldn’t have… Yet.
Lorelei Codianna needed him more than she has ever needed anything or anyone before.
This is the ninth book in the Kissing Junction series, so be prepared for all the flirty filth you can handle.
Gage and Lorelei have been waiting but the wait is finally over.
This is safe, steamy, and over the top. Read at your own risk.
Chapter One
Lorelei Codianna
I have been in this town for a year and a half, living with my foster mom, Karlene. I use mom lightly, as she is only about ten years older than me. She is more of an older sister than a mom. That was exactly what I needed though. Bouncing around Dallas, one shitty foster home after another, I expected to just age out in a group home, but I am a firm believer that fate intervened that night. Flooding at the group home had my social worker looking for emergency placement. Luckily, Karlene was set up for emergencies.
Do you know how often I’ve thanked God for that broken water main? It brought me to Gage. It also brought me to my first home. A home where someone cared about me, and not just the paycheck that came with me. I have been counting down the minutes until my eighteenth birthday, since Ryder’s “Get Out of Jail” Party in March. I am just down to twelve hours, seventeen minutes and thirty-four seconds. I look at my watch to be sure. I feel a smile break across my face. I argued with Gage at that party, like I always do.
The second day I was in Kissing Junction, I was at Sam’s tree farm asking for a job, he hired me on the spot. A week after I got the job, I saw Gage for the first time. At that moment, I felt my whole life shift into focus. As if he could feel me staring at him across the mini ice-skating rink that he was helping Sam build for the annual Christmas Light festival, our eyes locked. I was trapped in those ice blue eyes as he just walked away from Sam mid-sentence and started making his way towards me. I stayed stock still as he stalked towards me. That was the first day I had ever thought of having a man between my legs. In the thirty seconds it took for him to get to me, I had already pictured all the ways I wanted him to teach me what it was to be a woman. I expected him to say hello or ask me why I was staring at him, but he didn’t stop until his body was almost against mine. I could feel heat radiating off his body and it took everything in me not to touch him.
“Please tell me you’re eighteen?” His deep, raspy voice gave me goosebumps. I felt flush while I bit my bottom lip.
“I’m seventeen.” I answered, honestly. He groaned as if he was in pain. Shit, I should have lied.
“Looks like I am going to wait a year to fully claim you,” he said in a gravelly voice as he looked down at me. I sucked in a breath and stared up at him. I got lost in his amazing blue eyes once again.
He reached up and lightly ran his finger along my jaw.
“Make no mistake, just because I can’t touch you yet that doesn’t mean you aren’t mine,” he finished with a growl. I almost old-school swooned right there at the damn farm. Looking back, I most definitely should have lied.
Which brings me back to our argument that night, nine fucking long ass months ago. He drives me fucking crazy. I tried to get him to take me then. Claim me. Anything he wanted to do, right there in the bathroom of On The Shamrocks, like the little slut that I am desperate to be with him.
Alas, law-abiding citizen that he is, told me that we had to wait. He also reminded me to be a good girl and finish school. How cute is he?
He told me that he wished he didn’t have to wait. He said he had big plans for me the second I turn eighteen. Hence the reason for my mega countdown. My year of birth has been the biggest cock-block ever. He is going to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore. Fuck his kid into me so I could never leave him.
Like I ever would.
He knows me better than anyone else, but still, he’s worried about that. Foster kids are ride or die, and I would do anything for that man. Absolutely anything.
He also said many other things to me that night that would make a seasoned hooker blush, but I want it. I want it all when it comes to Gage Evers.