Piecing Together Sydney (A Sydney West Novel Book 3) Read Free

soon-to-be husband. “You read my mind!”
    He smiled, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet. “After all that driving, I think you deserve some coffee.”
    Amelia and Hunter entered the house, walking like a pair of zombies. She only had her purse. Hunter carried four bags in.
    Amelia poked her head into the kitchen. “We’re going to crash, and then maybe later we can go out for dinner?”
    “All right, but if we hear—”
    She cut me off by waving a hand in the air. “I’m tired, Syd. We’re not going to have sex. Though…” She looked me up and down, as if there was a code written on my skin. “I don’t know if we should leave you two alone. You’re going to—”
    Jason came to my side and made an X across his heart. “We’ll be good.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Mmm-hmm. You’d better not wake me up.” She took Hunter by the arm and dragged him to the guest bedroom.
    “Guess this pot is all ours.” I smiled greedily. I hated sharing my black coffee. Amelia always had to add a bunch of cream to hers.
    Jason kissed my lips. He had the perfect lips, soft and demanding at the same time. “Go sit down and I’ll bring you your mug when it’s done.”
    “You’re my hero, Mr. King.” I swayed my hips as I walked toward the living room. “Don’t be long.”
    His smile made the skin around his eyes wrinkle. “Don’t worry, soon-to-be Mrs. King.”
    I blew him a kiss and wandered over to my bookcase. My summer photo album was on the top shelf, covered in a layer of dust. Within those glossy pages was twenty-one years of summers. The first part was of me being a kid with my parents, but the last six years were filled with parties and nightclubs. I sat down on the couch and looked through last year’s photos.
    Amelia and I at the beach was the first one. There were blurry pictures of neon signs and one picture of Brad Penn if I turned the picture a little to the light. As I turned pages, the craziness faded. A picture of Amelia and Hunter sitting on a porch caught my attention. I didn’t remember that one. Did Amelia add things to my album?
    I licked my lips in confusion and flipped the page. The next two pages were filled with Jason and me at the state fair. There was one of us and my stolen Scooby-Doo. A picture of our faces in cardboard cutouts. A picture of me in front of the Ferris wheel. Another of Jason leaning against a pole, trying to act cool and failing. The last one was from the photo booth when we dressed in Wild West clothes.
    Jason sat down next to me. “Here.” He handed me a mug full of beautiful coffee.
    “Thank you!” I took a sip. The warmth slid down my throat, making me moan for a second at the richness.
    He took my album out of my lap. “That was a fun day. Wasn’t it?”
    I nodded, swallowing. “Yes. One of the best.”
    “That damn Scooby. I saw you pack him.” Jason glanced at me sideways. He had on a poker face, but his eyes gave him away.
    “Hell yeah. I love him.”
    He nudged my arm. “Not as much as me though, right?”
    I downed the rest of my coffee, delaying my answer. “Hmm…”
    His silver eyes searched my face, but I held a perfect blank face.
    A moment passed, we stared at each other. I couldn’t take it anymore. My mask cracked as I laughed. “Jason, of course I love you more.”
    He took my mug and placed his and mine on the coffee table. “I waited all day for this.” His hand was on my thigh, going up. I moved my legs apart. He rubbed my spot, making me wet instantly.
    “Amelia doesn’t—”
    Jason put his fingers to my lips, killing my words. “Just don’t scream…”
    His mouth was on my collarbone, moving lower. His other hand was at my back, trying to undo my bra as his left continued to rub me down south.
    I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. He tore off my shirt and unhooked my bra. His shirt peeled off, and we were chest to chest. I straddled him, rubbing myself on his member, awaking it.
    Jason’s eyes rolled back. I sealed my lips to