Trusting Again (Coming Alive Duet #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Coming Alive Duet Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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I gritted my teeth, glaring at him, but just like always, John didn’t back down. We were too alike and both too damn stubborn.

“Fine,” I snarled. “I don’t want this fucking baby, but I’m obligated to take care of it because I made a careless decision. And I’m so fucked up, I’ve got nothing to offer it but fucking emotional trauma. The fuck am I supposed to do here, John?” I asked him.

He grabbed my phone from beside me and pressed the button to turn it on. Then, he held it out to me. “Maybe start with talking to your men,” he suggested.

I tossed my phone aside. “I’m not in the mood to deal with them.”

He shrugged and stood to his feet. “Your choice.”

I narrowed my eyes at his back as he moved to the kitchen. Why did that sound a hell of a lot more threatening than it should have?

I jerked awake to a hand wrapping around my throat. My eyes locked on Blaze’s. His jaw was clenched, and his features were pinched tight with anger. My heart thumped erratically in my chest.

I was definitely in trouble.

“Ignoring me doesn’t make me go away, sweetheart. Don’t know when you’re going to get that through your thick-ass skull.”

I swallowed thickly beneath his palm, and a cold, sinister grin tilted his lips. “I needed time alone.”

He arched a brow at me, his smile dropping as if it was never there. “So, instead of simply saying so, you decided to take the childish route and ignore us, making us worry about your well-being.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. I hated this shit. Why did they have to give a damn? “I’m sorry,” I whispered, and I really was. Tears burned in my eyes. Ever since my anxiety attack in the doctor’s office, my emotions had been super close to the surface, and it took almost nothing to make me cry. I was hitting a mental low.

“Talk to me,” Blaze ordered, his hand not moving. And I was thankful for it. His touch kept me grounded.

“I’m freaking out,” I blurted before I could allow myself to think twice about confessing it.

He gripped my chin with his other hand, and my heart rate slowed, making it a little easier to breathe. “About?”

I opened my eyes. He was still hovering over me, his blue eyes locked on mine—steady and unrelenting. I relaxed a little. “This baby.”

He hummed. “You want to tell me why?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t sure I could confess that to him yet. He grunted but didn’t say anything more. “You need to call Jonah and let him know you’re okay.” My eyes widened. I was surprised he wasn’t fighting me more on this. He took a seat on my bed, releasing me. I slowly sat up. “I’ll let you have today.” He glanced over at me. “You need tomorrow, too?”

I silently nodded my head at him and twisted my fingers in my blankets. He nodded and leaned over, pressing his lips to mine. “Then we’ll leave you be. But don’t shut us out, Montana. Next time, I won’t be so nice.”

I smirked at him. “Wrapping your hand around my throat while I was asleep was being nice?”

He flashed me a grin that had my heart doing cartwheels. “You know me better than that, Montana.” He kissed me again. “Text Jonah. And when we text to check in, we expect responses, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I mocked, feeling a little better.

He gripped my chin and pulled on my bottom lip with his thumb. “Watch that mouth, sweetheart.”

With that, he strode from the room. I turned on my phone, and once my phone was done going off with texts, I pressed Jonah’s name and sent him a text.

I’m sorry for ignoring you. I just need some time. I’m okay. -Montana

His response was almost immediate.

Take care of yourself. We’re both here when you’re ready. -Jonah

I sighed, reading his message three more times.

I didn’t deserve either of them, but for some reason, they weren’t giving up on me.

6

Jonah

I was tired as fuck when I finally closed the shop for the day, but Sunday evening, I’d promised Montana I’d take her out for dinner. It was damn time Blaze and I started doing couple-y shit with her, and this was one of those things. I knew Montana didn’t care either way, but I wanted to start this all off on the right foot with her.

When I got to my place, I took the quickest shower in history and dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black t-shirt before pulling on a hoodie over it. I wasn’t taking her anywhere fancy. My bank account couldn’t take it, and I knew Montana wouldn’t like it if I did anyway. She was simple, and she wanted simple things. Hell, to be honest, she didn’t want much of anything at all.


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