Semua Bab Solid Muscle (Unseen Enemy 5): Bab 61 - Bab 69

She peeled off her tank top and tied it tight and high on her thigh. It hurt like hell, but she gritted her teeth and tightened it more. She took a deep breath and fought to stay calm, knowing that she wasn’t alone out here. Hunter was OK and he was up to something, she was sure, and all she had to do was follow his lead. He wasn’t going to let her die here behind this fucking fallen log.A noise from the direction of the cabin startled her, and she spun on her knees to see what it was. Then something flew through the air towards her, something shiny but heavy, and she instinctively raised her arm in front of her face. The thing fell about six feet away with a thunk and she dropped her arm and stared at it, trying to make sense of what she saw.A gun?Fuck me. A gun.Cordelia slid down on to her stomach and she crawled. Her thigh screamed in protest and her head spun, but she could crawl and so she damn well did. She got to the gun, grabbed it, crawled back to the log. She leaned back

He kissed her again, his tongue stroking her lips almost lazily. "No more fooling around?""No." She pulled his t-shirt off and ran her hands over his muscled torso. "I need you inside me, Hunter, and I mean now.""Fuck, yes," he growled and yanked off his jeans and boxers, his fingers shaking as he opened and rolled on a condom. "I need this. I need it like I need to breathe.""Me too." Cordelia gasped when he flipped her over on to her stomach and stretched her arms over her head. Her fingers tightened on the pillow. "Hunter...""Is this hurting you?" Carefully, he slid her legs open with his knees, lowered his upper body on to her back. "Tell me."She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes bright with love and lust. "You'd never hurt me, babe. Never.""No way." His lips were hot and tender now, moving slowly over her upper back, ghosting kisses on her shoulders. "All I want is to make you feel good.""I know how you can do that.""Oh, yeah?" He pushed her legs wider, extended hi

“So.” Nigel came over to Olivia and fussed with her dress. “You ready to do this, Liv?”“God, yes.”He grinned and offered her his arm. “Shall we?”She took it. “Damn right we shall.”They stood in the hallway outside the chapel, watching her friends and mother walk down the aisle. Olivia longed to peek in, but she forced herself to wait. She wanted her first look at Dallas to be when their eyes met and he saw her in her wedding dress.“OK, doll… here we go.” Nigel gave her one last look-over and nodded. “Perfect.”The bridal march started up, there was the sound of people standing and turning, feet scuffling on the floor. Olivia took a deep breath, glanced at Nigel.“Thank you for everything,” she said. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”“My pleasure.” He squeezed her hand. “I’ve loved every second of it.”They shared a smile and then as one, they turned and walked through the door.Right away, Liv’s eyes went to Dallas. There he was, somehow even bigger and broader than usual

Selena ducked into the ladies’ room, yet again. She was nervous to the point of paranoia: she was sure that the prosthesis were slipping, though every time she glanced down at herself, they appeared to be fine.She checked under the stall doors for other wedding guests, making sure that she was completely alone. She hesitated, then locked the bathroom door from the inside. No way she wanted anyone catching her checking things under her dress. No way she was ready to tell anyone that she worked with what she’d decided to do. Not yet; maybe not ever.Selena undid the zipper at the side of her flirty little dress that showed off her long, lean legs. She slid the straps off her toned shoulders, pulled the dress down to her waist. Now she was just in her bra from the waist up, and she bit her lip as she regarded the surprisingly – almost mockingly – sexy white lace bra. Yeah, everything looked fine.She met her own eyes in the mirror, took a deep breath. Slowly, reluctantly, she slipped on

“Mom?” Sean said suddenly.“Yeah, kiddo?”“Are you happy?”Startled, she stared over at her son. “Happy?”“Yeah.” He was gazing right on back at her, suddenly looking so much older and wiser than his ten years. “Are you?”“Yeah, sweetie, I am.” She felt troubled and puzzled at his question. “Why are you asking?”“Because.” He shrugged. “Because I want you to be happy.”“I am.”“You haven’t been, though. Not for a long time.”Startled again, she asked, “What do you mean?”“You haven’t been happy, Mom. I’ve seen it on your face.”She laughed now, surprised at having her ability to read faces turned back on her so decisively. “You can see that, huh?”“Yeah.”“OK, Sean. No lies between us: I haven’t been happy for a while. That’s true.”He nodded.“I’ve been worried about you and stressed at work… and Granny’s great, but in the end, lots of stuff falls on me alone.”“I know.”“But now I feel better at work, way more confident. You’re doing better, and I think the surgery the doctors are t