Synopsis
Colton Kingston’s livelihood has been reduced to a pile of black ashes by a tragic act of arson. After sending away the woman he’s loved since the tender age of five, a dark hateful revenge threatens to overtake his heart. Colton knows pushing her away is the only way he can keep her safe.
Paige Summer’s has endured her fair share of obstacles in the past, and refuses to give up on Colton and the life they share together. As interferences try to tear them apart, Paige is determined to stand by Colton’s side and remind him of their love and its strength.
But at every turn, tragedy continues to strike and more devastation falls upon them.
Will Colton and Paige’s love be boundless? Or will revenge conquer their fate?
Excerpt
Boundless Fate~Colton POV~
Pulling Paige into my bedroom, I shut the door, and we continued into the bathroom. The Jacuzzi was already filled.
“Oh, you really did draw me a bath,” Paige said.
I spun around to see her standing in the middle of the room with her arms wrapped around her middle. A look of uncertainty in her eyes left me momentarily speechless. As much as I didn’t want to see it there, I couldn’t really blame her for feeling that way.
I gradually closed the space between us and pulled her into my arms. “Yes, I did,” I answered at last.
My hand came to her cheek, and I wiped away a smudge of dirt.
The feel of her skin instantly ignited my desire for her. It had been a long fucking week, and I wanted nothing more than to have some time to relax with Paige in my arms. I fought against my need to have her, still unsure of what the future would bring. More importantly, I needed to get Paige cleaned up and tucked into bed before she collapsed on the floor at my feet. Her brown eyes were heavy with sleep, and her clothes were dirty from a hard day of grueling work.
I set my hands on either side of her and glided them down her waist until I grasped the hem of her shirt. “Come on. Let’s get you washed up and into bed.”
Paige didn’t fight me as she lifted her arms to remove her shirt, and I tossed it aside on the tile. She stood before me in a black sports bra with a white Nike sign that dipped between the beautiful curves of her breasts.
I’d never seen her wear one before, so I asked, “Since when do you wear these?”
“Since my physical therapy has become more intense, I bought them to be comfortable.” Paige shrugged nonchalantly.
“Oh.”
I slipped my fingers under the hemline and tugged upward. Paige’s whole body moved forward with my movement. It seemed the damn material was glued to her.
Going with a different tactic, I inched the elastic band up one side at a time. “You know how you feel about me chomping on a toothpick?” I asked as I finally had the sports bra halfway up her breasts.
“Yes.”
“That’s how I currently feel about you wearing a sports bra.” I made sure my movements were gentle while working the tight material up and over her head. I threw the bra over to the trash can placed to the left of the toilet. “Consider these things banned from use.”
“So, would now be a good time to tell you I bought five of them?” she inquired, her tone laced with amusement.
I repositioned my hands and unclasped her pants. I dragged her jeans and panties to her ankles in a torturously slow pace, letting my palms glide along her bare legs. With every downward inch, I felt myself hardening at the feel of her.
“I hope you saved your receipt,” I said while assisting her out of her clothing. My voice roughened with need at the sight of her beautiful body bare to my ravenous eyes.
I bit back the overwhelming desire to take her, and I stood, repeatedly reminding myself it wasn’t a good idea, given my unresolved predicament with Hank. Plus, Paige was tired.
“I didn’t, so you’re stuck with them,” she breathed.
Paige distracted me by moistening her lips as she inched her way closer. She peered up at me with her stunning brown eyes and slipped her hands beneath my shirt. Her fingertips brushed along my stomach before inching my clothing upward.
Hardly holding on to my control by a mere single thread, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Surely you didn’t think I’d let you strip me naked without returning the favor.”
My shirt was gone in the blink of an eye. I was unable to steady the incessant drumming of my heart as I told her, “The bath was for you. I already took a shower.”
She slowly shook her head from side to side and snuck her hands beneath the seam of my jeans, unbuttoning them. “That’s not the way this works, cowboy.” She lowered my pants and took my briefs along with them. “If I have to soak my muscles, so do you.”
After I kicked my pants away, Paige closed the gap between us and pressed herself against me. As my erection pulsed against her stomach, my breathing altered, becoming rough and ragged, and the atmosphere charged between us.
It was just her and me.
She set her hands on my chest and guided them up my shoulders, her touch igniting my skin along her path. It was heavenly. The raw need to claim her pumped heavily in my veins, and my willpower slipped by the second.
Paige was mine, and she’d always be mine. Nothing was going to ever change our fate. I’d simply have to find another way to keep her safe while she was at my side where she belonged.
“All I want is to protect you from afar where I know you’ll be safe”—my fingers grazed up and down her sides—“but you’re making it unbelievably hard to keep my hands off you,” I admitted with utmost honesty.
“Well, I love your hands on me and what they do to me, so you’ll have to find another way because I’m not leaving you—ever.”
Fuck.
We weren’t going to make it to the bathtub.
Pulling Paige into my bedroom, I shut the door, and we continued into the bathroom. The Jacuzzi was already filled.
“Oh, you really did draw me a bath,” Paige said.
I spun around to see her standing in the middle of the room with her arms wrapped around her middle. A look of uncertainty in her eyes left me momentarily speechless. As much as I didn’t want to see it there, I couldn’t really blame her for feeling that way.
I gradually closed the space between us and pulled her into my arms. “Yes, I did,” I answered at last.
My hand came to her cheek, and I wiped away a smudge of dirt.
The feel of her skin instantly ignited my desire for her. It had been a long fucking week, and I wanted nothing more than to have some time to relax with Paige in my arms. I fought against my need to have her, still unsure of what the future would bring. More importantly, I needed to get Paige cleaned up and tucked into bed before she collapsed on the floor at my feet. Her brown eyes were heavy with sleep, and her clothes were dirty from a hard day of grueling work.
I set my hands on either side of her and glided them down her waist until I grasped the hem of her shirt. “Come on. Let’s get you washed up and into bed.”
Paige didn’t fight me as she lifted her arms to remove her shirt, and I tossed it aside on the tile. She stood before me in a black sports bra with a white Nike sign that dipped between the beautiful curves of her breasts.
I’d never seen her wear one before, so I asked, “Since when do you wear these?”
“Since my physical therapy has become more intense, I bought them to be comfortable.” Paige shrugged nonchalantly.
“Oh.”
I slipped my fingers under the hemline and tugged upward. Paige’s whole body moved forward with my movement. It seemed the damn material was glued to her.
Going with a different tactic, I inched the elastic band up one side at a time. “You know how you feel about me chomping on a toothpick?” I asked as I finally had the sports bra halfway up her breasts.
“Yes.”
“That’s how I currently feel about you wearing a sports bra.” I made sure my movements were gentle while working the tight material up and over her head. I threw the bra over to the trash can placed to the left of the toilet. “Consider these things banned from use.”
“So, would now be a good time to tell you I bought five of them?” she inquired, her tone laced with amusement.
I repositioned my hands and unclasped her pants. I dragged her jeans and panties to her ankles in a torturously slow pace, letting my palms glide along her bare legs. With every downward inch, I felt myself hardening at the feel of her.
“I hope you saved your receipt,” I said while assisting her out of her clothing. My voice roughened with need at the sight of her beautiful body bare to my ravenous eyes.
I bit back the overwhelming desire to take her, and I stood, repeatedly reminding myself it wasn’t a good idea, given my unresolved predicament with Hank. Plus, Paige was tired.
“I didn’t, so you’re stuck with them,” she breathed.
Paige distracted me by moistening her lips as she inched her way closer. She peered up at me with her stunning brown eyes and slipped her hands beneath my shirt. Her fingertips brushed along my stomach before inching my clothing upward.
Hardly holding on to my control by a mere single thread, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Surely you didn’t think I’d let you strip me naked without returning the favor.”
My shirt was gone in the blink of an eye. I was unable to steady the incessant drumming of my heart as I told her, “The bath was for you. I already took a shower.”
She slowly shook her head from side to side and snuck her hands beneath the seam of my jeans, unbuttoning them. “That’s not the way this works, cowboy.” She lowered my pants and took my briefs along with them. “If I have to soak my muscles, so do you.”
After I kicked my pants away, Paige closed the gap between us and pressed herself against me. As my erection pulsed against her stomach, my breathing altered, becoming rough and ragged, and the atmosphere charged between us.
It was just her and me.
She set her hands on my chest and guided them up my shoulders, her touch igniting my skin along her path. It was heavenly. The raw need to claim her pumped heavily in my veins, and my willpower slipped by the second.
Paige was mine, and she’d always be mine. Nothing was going to ever change our fate. I’d simply have to find another way to keep her safe while she was at my side where she belonged.
“All I want is to protect you from afar where I know you’ll be safe”—my fingers grazed up and down her sides—“but you’re making it unbelievably hard to keep my hands off you,” I admitted with utmost honesty.
“Well, I love your hands on me and what they do to me, so you’ll have to find another way because I’m not leaving you—ever.”
Fuck.
We weren’t going to make it to the bathtub.
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Alicia Rae is a Contemporary Romance Author who lives in Dekalb, Illinois, with her husband and three beautiful boys. Alicia has a passion for reading all types of romance, writing to bring a story to life, and photography.
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