Chapter 130
Chapter 130
“The debt’s not totally squared, but it’s manageable now. You don’t have to worry about anything. And since that’s all taken care of, I’m going to get my own place p>
Ma took an unsteady step backwards, reaching for the table for support. “What?” she asked faintly.
“I said, everything’s taken care of. The house is still yours, the credit cards are paid off. Now that that’s settled, I’m going to be moving back out p>
“You’re leaving? Ma asked in a small, hurt voice. She was suddenly the fragile husk again, the ghost who’d drifted aimlessly in the months after Dad’s death.
“Not right away,” Chloe said quickly. “But, you know, soon p>
Her mother seemed to shrink even more.
“Well, not soon–soon,” Chloe amended weakly. “But eventually. I’ll have to save up for the security deposit and a couple months‘ rent to be safe p>
At that, her mother seemed to revive a little.
Simultaneously exhausted and relieved, Chloe said, “A few months, probably p>
“What, like six p>
“I don’t know,” Chloe hedged, well aware that she could not handle another six months of living at home with her mother. “But, I want you to be prepared for the fact that I’m moving out, okay p>
Her mother nodded, looking thoughtful. That look made Chloe nervous, but it was better than seeing her mother look totally crushed.
Chloe pulled herself up with the stair rail. “Alright, I’m going to shower and then I’m going to bed p>
Ma nodded distractedly. “Don’t forget you have to be at Aunt Louisa’s at two p>
Chloe clenched her jaw and said nothing, climbing the stairs with more force than necessary.
Several long, exhausting hours later–a few inadequate hours of sleep, a couple frustrating hours trying to walk Aunt Louisa through signing up for Medicare, and then a few more stolen hours of sleep back at home–Chloe stepped outside to head to Amos’s. At the bottom of her steps, she nearly stumbled, a scream rising in her throat as a dark figure materialized out of the shadows beneath the maple tree in front of the house.
The scream died when she realized it was Amos, emerging only as a faint squeak. Still, her heart pounded against her sternum, a surge of unspent adrenaline making her want to flee.
intimate “I can hear your heart racing,” Amos said, his voice lower and darker than usual. The sound of it sent heat pooling low in her core, muscles tensing in anticipation. Amos let the shadows fall away from his form, streetlight falling across his face like a well–placed theatre light. His expression was feral, hungry.
“What if I ran?” Chloe asked softly.
His smile was predatory. “You wouldn’t get very far p>
Well, that was encouragement if she ever heard it. She spun around, all of her earlier exhaustion forgotten, and sprinted for the narrow gap between her house and Marcus Weaver’s. She’d expected Amos would at least let her get to the alley behind the houses, where the garages and fences would provide all sorts of hidden nooks and crannies for him to feast on her.
But she was wrong. Halfway to the back of the house, big arms wrapped around her. A truly surprised scream tore out of her, but it didn’t
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mautont, because one of Ames’s hit harte was presed over her mouth. He held her pinned against his body, a pury thrumming in his chest. He was hard, and he bee her feel the full length of him pressed against her ass.
The bare ne here he murmured. His tongue swept out to trace the curve of Chloe’s ear. She whimpered, grose flesh racing over her neck and back. She was still high on adrenaline, and she knew Amos liked a struggle, so she gave him all she had. She twisted and hucked in his grasp, truly patting all her effort into escaping his hold
She had no chance. Laughing at her efforts, he pressed her up against the house, his weight pressed against her back. The bricks scraped her
she hauled in desperate breaths through her nose, muffled cries sounding incoherently against Amos’s hand.
“Why are yoa singgling?” he asked tauntingly. Tm too strong for you. Why not just enjoy what I’m going to do to you? ”
Chice renewed her struggles, hips shoving back against his, pressing the hot, hard brand of his erection against her ass again. He shoved his whole body against hers, pressing her flat against the wall. His hips worked in subtle flexes, grinding his cock against her. He bent his head, tracing his nose up and down the side of her neck.
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