Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)

“If there is one thing Sarah is, it’s a survivor.” I try to fake a smile, but that’s all it is—fake.

“Thanks,” she returns with a sad smile. “You sure you don’t want a drink?”

“I shouldn’t. I’ve got to work in the morning.”

“You still a cop?”

“Yep.”

“You think you can sweet talk the nurses and get me back to see Sarah?” she asks without even a glimmer of humor in her eyes. Despite how hard I try, I can’t stop the smile from crossing my lips.

“Probably, but the uniforms outside her door don’t respond nearly as well to my charm,” I respond dryly, and her smile immediately grows to match mine.

“Well, it’s obvious you don’t try hard enough then.” She smirks, and I let out a small chuckle.

“Emma Jane, it was really nice to meet you.”

“You’ll keep me informed, right?”

“Of course.” And before I have a chance to flirt any more, I force myself to walk away.





“MARRY ME.” I thrust inside her so hard it pushes her up the bed and slams her into the headboard.

She answers the same way she always does. “No.”

Her rejection never gets easier. She loves me. I know she’ll spend the rest of her life with me, but I want more. I want to share a last name and make beautiful redheaded babies with her. I just want her to be mine. I don’t know why I need a marriage certificate to do that. She’s never been anything but mine since the day I first laid eyes on her.

“Manda, fucking marry me. You’re wearing the ring, so stop playing games and set a date.”

“I’m not playing games.” she whispers while moving to flip me.

I roll over and settle on my back as she begins to slowly ride me. She’s beautiful. The very idea of her tight, slender runner’s body moving over me is enough to finish me off, but it’s more than that. She owns me.

Reading my mind, she leans over, whispering into my ear, “I’ll love you for the rest of my life.” Her voice is distant and sad. It immediately causes worry to flood my veins.

I try to open my eyes to get a read on her, but they won’t budge. I struggle motionlessly underneath her, desperate to see those emerald greens. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t force my body to cooperate. Oblivious to my struggle, she never stops moving—harder and faster as the minutes pass.

Suddenly her scream pierces through the darkness. “Caleb!” It’s not pain or pleasure. It’s pure unadulterated terror.

I’m paralyzed against the bed, but I can’t grab her or save her from whatever demon that has taken hold. All the while, her relentless rhythm on my cock never falters. I fight under her, trying to see her, touch her. But I can’t move. It’s too dark, and my arms must weigh a thousand pounds.

“Manda!” I try to yell as fear rushes through my body, but no sound escapes my throat.

I strain, immobile under her touch. Her voice suddenly changes, and words I don’t immediately recognize hit me hard.

“I’m not my sister.”

I freeze as my mind tries to process who said it. Suddenly, a tall blonde with blue eyes flashes into my mind.

“I’m not my sister,” she repeats.

“Emma?” I silently whisper. She continues to move, and images of her dance through my blindness.

“Oh God, Caleb, yes!” she sighs as her body pulses around my cock.

My eyes suddenly open, and the shit storm known as my life rushes back into focus. Sitting on top of me is a raven-haired beauty. By any man’s standard, she is insanely sexy, yet the very sight of her makes my stomach turn.

“Get off me.” I roll to the side, causing her to fall to the bed.

“What the hell?” she shouts as I stand, snatching off the condom and gathering my clothes from the floor.

“What the fuck was that, Lisa?”

“That was me getting off, you dick.”

“No. I wake up from a sound sleep to you riding my dick?”

“Fuck you, Caleb. You started that shit. Don’t act like I was raping you or something. I woke up to you sliding into me. You should be thanking me. I might have been half asleep but I at least had the good sense to use a fucking condom.”

“Shit!” I run a rough hand through my hair. “I’ve got to get out of here.”

“Manda again?” she asks quietly, rising to her knees.

“Don’t you say her name. Ever,” I say to the wall, not wanting to make eye contact with her. I don’t even bother to offer her a second glance. I barely tug my jeans over my ass before I’m out the door and pulling on my shirt as I walk to my truck.

This isn’t the first dream I’ve ever had about Manda, but it is most definitely the first time she has ever morphed into a different woman. And of all women for her to become, it had to be Emma fucking Erickson. I shouldn’t be thinking about her, and she sure as shit should not be invading my dreams. But as I drive home, I can’t stop thinking of those two seconds she was riding me. The way it felt with her long blond hair sweeping over my face and her blue eyes piercing into mine. Worst of all, I can’t help but remember the way it felt when she came, even if it was Lisa I was inside. Fuck.