Rescued (Wrecked, Book 2)
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Lorrie’s semester started off hopeful but ended in disaster. Now, she’s even more lost and confused than she was at the beginning of the year. As Lorrie flees to the only family she has left, she has to come to terms with how things ended with Hunter.
Hunter has fought for so long to keep the truth from Lorrie in an effort to protect her, but that has only caused more heartache and pain.
Realizing his mistake, Hunter has made a vow to get Lorrie back, but is it too late?
Will Hunter be able to overcome his own demons and help Lorrie through her pain, or are they destined to keep hurting each other?
Caroline have to worry about in twenty years is their tattoos, they’re in pretty good shape.” Sweat prickled across my skin. I had to keep reminding myself that nothing really bad was happening. I was just being nervous and assuming things that weren’t necessarily true. Hunter and I hadn’t really had a chance to talk too much about his condition. I made a mental note to ask him more questions about it as soon as we were able to get some alone time. He shook his head. “I guess I’m on an island
fuzzball next to his face this morning! Which one is it, the one with the spot on his back?” I smiled with her. “That must’ve been Taylor, she woke me up too. Did Uncle Stewart go off to work already?” She nodded. “Mmhm, just a few minutes ago.” Hunter put a plate in front of me, with scrambled eggs and slices of bacon. My stomach grumbled its approval loudly. “Breakfast’s served,” he said, with a small wink just for me. Then he turned to my aunt. “Would you like some more food, Ms.
skin erupted in goosebumps as he came. Even through the condom, I could feel the warmth of his cum. He collapsed against me, spent. “Wow,” I said, running my hand through his hair. We held each other for a few minutes. Finally, he pulled himself up and then out of me before removing and neatly tying off the end of the condom. He reached to the front of the car and put it in a cup holder. I made a mental note to be sure we threw that away as soon as possible. He came back and hugged me close to
be cheerful. “First time?” she asked. I nodded. “Okay, I’m going to need you to fill out this form and give it back to me with two forms of ID. You can just cut in line when you’re done. Pens are over there.” I thanked her and took the form over to a nearby table. When I got there, I wiped the sweat away from my forehead and tried to focus on filling out the paperwork. The form mostly consisted of questions about my identity, the identity of the person I was going to visit, and whether I’d
side. Wherever you go, I wanna be there with you.” I half-heartedly tried to pull myself up by grabbing the arms of his wheelchair, but slipped back down and fell hard on my butt. I shook my head. Marco had won. I would never know why my mom had been killed. I would keep being haunted. Nothing was going to change. “I don’t know—” I mumbled, shaking. “I don’t know if I have anywhere to go from here.” His face locked into intense focus as he stared into my eyes, his own gray irises aflame. He