Piecing Together Sydney (A Sydney West Novel Book 3) (25 page)

BOOK: Piecing Together Sydney (A Sydney West Novel Book 3)
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“Yes, I’m not plastic. What’s your excuse? I bet you—”

“Don’t piss off the person with a gun, Syd,” I murmured.

“Either shoot us or let us go. I’m done with games.” Syd tossed the pipe over the ledge. It clanged when it hit the floor. I was lost. Was she trying to get us killed?

Lizzie let out a dark chuckle. “You’re acting like you’re the one with all the cards, when it’s me.”

I took a step back, using myself as a shield. Sydney was the only person I needed to protect. If it wasn’t for me being a bonehead, we wouldn’t be here right now. I should’ve heard her out and stayed. If we lived, I’d always believe Sydney.

I pressed my back to Syd, but before I knew it, I was falling down the stairs. I hit Lizzie on the way down and the gun went off. Everything became a blur.

“You okay? Sorry about that. Go call the police!”

I gathered myself and found Sydney on the floor, sitting almost like a mermaid, holding Lizzie at gun point. I moaned from almost every bone aching, but gave her a thumbs up. I moved toward the stairs, but I didn’t want to leave my future wife down in a basement with a lunatic. “You sure you’re okay with her?”

“Yes, fucking hurry!”

I ran as fast as I could, searching the kitchen for a damn phone. The main line was cut, but I did find Lizzie’s phone in her purse. I dialed 911 and told the operator who I was and the address on a nearby magazine. I heard a gun go off and quickly scrambled back to the basement.

Please, not Sydney! I can’t handle losing her. Not this way. Not after everything we’ve been through. She was my other half. My wife. The woman I wanted kids with. The only one I saw growing old with.

I stood on top of the stairs with the phone to my ear. “Sydney!”

“I’m okay. Tell them we need an ambulance.”

“We also need an ambulance. Lizzie was shot.”

“Anyone else?”

I saw Sydney come up the stairs. She looked like an angel. “No, just the woman who attacked us.”

“Okay, help should be there in ten minutes.”

We locked Lizzie down there and waited in the kitchen. Sydney wouldn’t stop shaking. The gun was fused to her hand. I gently got her to release it. That was the last thing we needed the cops to see when they arrived.

I held Sydney for the first time in what felt like ages. Even though my skin and bones hurt like I was hit by a truck, I felt at peace knowing Sydney was safe.

The cops came, and we gave our statements. Lizzie was taken out in a body bag. We were cleared of any crime since we were kidnapped and held against our will. At least we didn’t have to worry about court. Now we just had to get married after all this chaos. And I thought a school shooting was bad enough.

 

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When we got home, everyone celebrated like I won some kind of prize. My mom was obsessed with me. I even had to talk to my lowlife father on the phone. He kept saying how happy he was that I lived. He was a pain in the ass, but I’d deal with him for my sister’s sake. I thought over my life as he went on and on. I hated the man, but Sydney was right. I needed closure, and for that, I had to forgive him, so I invited him and his stupid new family to our wedding. I thought the man was going to burst into tears. The day just never ended. I loved seeing everyone, but it was too much, and it was ridiculous. I should’ve never left. It was kinda my own damn fault.

 

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When Sydney and I could finally be alone in our bedroom, I had to make the most of it. Bruises dotted my skin and it hurt to move certain ways, but I needed to feel my woman against me. I needed to be inside her again, to feel like we were one living being.

My shirt came off and fell to the floor. She gently traced the marks on my flesh. Sadness brought out the blue in her eyes. “Baby, I’ve missed you so much. This bed wasn’t the same without you.”

A tear escaped her hold, and I brushed it away. “I’ll never leave you, Syd. You’re my one and only.” I kissed her perfect lips, moving her backward toward the bed. “Now it’s time you got naked, woman.” I unhooked her bra and tossed it to the ground. Her panties melted off of her as I pulled them down and threw them away.

She fell back on the bed and didn’t fight to be on top. My lady let me have complete control.

Her naked body was the best thing I’d ever seen. Better than any art piece. It was hard to not sound cheesy when I admired her. I climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed. She spread her legs for me, welcoming me back home.

“I missed your breasts.” I cupped each of her breasts and kissed them lightly. I sucked on her left tit, feeling the softness of it. She tasted better than heaven. I rolled her other nipple, teasing it. When her nipples grew hard, she’d moan and arch her back.

“Jason!” Her screams made my dick ache for her. I licked my way down her stomach and nipped her hip, making her laugh. “Baby, please. I don’t want any more teasing.”

My dick couldn’t agree more. I missed slipping inside of her, seeing her eyes roll into the back of her head as she came close to exploding.

I snagged a condom from the nightstand and glided it onto myself. She was always wet and ready for me. Tonight wasn’t any different. I slid into her like I always belonged there. She was made for me and I for her. I couldn’t believe how long it had been since I made love to my woman. I dove into her, and she ran her nails down my back. There was nothing better than seeing my woman come undone and then having her do the same thing for me. It was pure magic between us.

Sydney fell asleep on my chest. Her arm was wrapped around me, as if she was afraid someone would steal me away in the night. I couldn’t imagine what she went through while I was in hell. I was never going to walk out on my girl again. She had changed so much in a year, and I needed to respect that. We both changed a lot.

Her lips twitched and her left foot moved on top of my right leg. “Jason, please don’t go.” She muttered.

Shit, now she was having nightmares.

I held her close to my chest. “Shh, Syd. I’m never leaving you again. I’ll always be right here.”

A sigh escaped from her and she moved her head, placing a cheek on my collarbone. Damn, this woman was perfect. Even with her imperfections, she was fucking perfect. I never put much thought into having a real relationship so soon, and then Sydney came into my life. She tested me and gave me something to look forward to. I couldn’t believe in a couple weeks the goddess in my arms was going to be my wife. How lucky was I?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Acknowledgments

 

To my readers, thank you for reading Sydney’s books and finishing her journey. I hope you enjoyed her story. Never forget that I love each and every one of you! I have many more books to edit and write, so be on the lookout. Let me know what you thought via social media or leave a review on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and/or Goodreads. It means the world to me to know what my fans think.

To my mom, for being my best friend. Thank you for proofreading this book and making sure it shined.

To Haley, thanks for having my back and being my editor. Also for helping me make the book cover. You’re a lifesaver, for Syd and for me.

To Whitney, thanks for the years of friendship.

To all my beta readers and CPs over the years for all your help and advice.

To all the bloggers and fellow authors who help keep my spirit going and help whenever they can.

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

Brittney Coon graduated Magna Cum Laude from Arizona State University with a Bachelor of Science in Communication and a minor in Film and Media Production. Brittney has always been creative and turned to writing to share the stories playing through her head. In her spare time she reads, watches
Friends
, attends rock concerts, is an amateur photographer, and hangs out with her cats. She currently lives in Arizona.

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