PROMISES (Book 2, The Unspoken Love Series)
Promises are worse than lies.
and Lincoln Gates have been in love since high school. Their friends have
envied their devotion to not only each other, but also the life they’ve made
together. From the
in, their relationship is perfect. One mirrored of fairytales. But behind the
door, Morgan isn’t feeling as fulfilled as she once did. She wants more. She
wants the glass slipper and
the happily ever
What Lincoln and
Morgan don’t anticipate is that a horrific event is about to make them
second-guess their wants.
PROMISES on January 16th
“What happened to us, Lincoln? Where did things go wrong?” she mutters
uneasily. Tears slowly find their way down her cheeks.
“I wish I had the answer, but I don’t.” My voice wavers.
“I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this. I’m losing myself.
I hate who I’ve become,” she shakes her head regretfully.
“I hate that I’m hurting you.”
I get up and sit next to her. I place my hand under her chin, lifting
her face so I can see her. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know you love me. That’s never been the problem.” Her faint smile
holds a touch of sadness.
How do two people that love each other repair what has been broken? Can
we? Seeing her sad is breaking me. I’m such a dumbass for not realizing how
much she’s hurting watching her best friend get something she wants so bad.
Something that I’m not willing to give her.
The ride home takes about an hour with the city traffic this time of
night. With Morgan’s hand clasped with mine we enter my apartment. The sound of
the door shutting echoes in the living room. I turn the lock and toss my keys
on the table next to the door.
I follow Morgan in to the bedroom. I lean down and place a gentle kiss
against her lips. The touch of her lips is a delicious sensation. I raise my
mouth from hers and gaze into her eyes. Christian was right. They are sad. How
haven’t I noticed how much this is affecting her?
She pushes up against me to meet my lips again. Morgan showers kisses
around my lips and along my jaw. Her breath smells sweet, like the fruity
cocktail she was drinking at the wedding reception. The kisses are slow and sensual
that drive me wild. My mouth swoops down to capture hers. She parts her lips
granting me access to her tongue. Her tongue tastes sugary. My lips recapture
hers, more demanding this time.
I pull away from her and gaze into her dark brown eyes. My hands make
their way to her face, cupping her cheeks. “I love you, Morgan,” I say against
She bites her lip, and a groan passes through my lips. My chest heaves
uncontrollably. It’s been a few weeks since we’ve been intimate.
Slowly my fingertips pull the zipper of her dress. Once it reaches the
bottom, her strapless dress falls to the floor. Her flawless body stands before
be in a lacey black strapless bra and matching thong.
I gently outline her nipples, causing her to suck in a quick breath. Her
nipples harden immediately from being teased. I gradually work my way to the
clasp at the back undoing it. Her bra falls to the floor and I can’t help but
lean down and take her nipple into my mouth.
Her hands pull on my hair. I press kisses, feathery and light, followed
by little love bites as I make my way down her body. Morgan shivers and arches
against me. I guide her toward the bed until the back of her thighs hit the
Morgan complies and I take her breast into my mouth and suck hard. She
moans, when I bite her nipple.
When I look up, I see a mark on her breast. I sucked a little too hard.
I should feel bad, but I don’t. Instead, I feel proud. Possessive. I love
leaving my mark on Morgan.
I rip her panties off and throw them to the side.
Morgan gasps and looks down at me. “They were brand new,” she says
“They were in the way… I’ll buy you new ones.”
I continue to torture her with kisses along her stomach, her hip, then
her thighs. My hands stroke the inside of her thigh. I explore the sexy curves
that lead to her tight little ass.
“Stop teasing me,” she pleads.
When I find her clit, I suck on her sensitive bud. She cries out and
grips my hair and grinds against my face.
I lick her, kiss her, torture her with my mouth until she is chanting my
“Lincoln, oh, God.”
I smile as I bite her clit, then suck on it.
“Don’t stop. Just like that.” Her orgasm hits her hard. She pulls my
face against her and grinds against my face. Her other hand grips the sheet as
she cries out.
Her back arches off the bed and her body trembles.
I don’t give her time to recover as I make my way up her body, trailing
kisses along the way.
“Who do you belong to, Morgan? Tell me.” My voice low and demanding.
“You,” she moans “Always, you.” Her voice unsteady. She closes her eyes.
“Look at me, don’t close your eyes. I need to see your eyes. You need to
know who is doing this to you.”
She blinks, then her eyes blaze up at me.
(Book 1, Unspoken Love Series)
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