All Cried Out (All Falls Down Book 2)

by Ayden K. Morgen

  The media took my quiet exit from the FBI as a sign that the drama was officially over and moved on. We haven't seen a camera in months, and it's perfect. The storm has ended, and we're all still standing. More than that, we're all happy. Savannah and I are stronger than ever. Despite some bumps along the way, Lexi and Evans are crazy about one another. Katrina and Grayson recently announced their engagement, and Madeline is blossoming into an amazing young lady.

  I couldn't be happier with how things have turned out for everyone, and neither could my girl.

  She talked to her mom for the first time not long after I was released. There were a lot of tears, but there was also forgiveness and acceptance. They're working on their relationship, taking it one day at a time. I think some part of Savannah will always be sad over what happened, but she understands better why her mom made the decision she did. Knowing that her mom left from a misguided place of love rather than because Savannah wasn't loveable like she thought for so long has given her a new confidence. She's comfortable in her own skin for once. Watching her figure out how much she has to offer the world has been absolute perfection. When she finishes her degree, she's going to be a force to be reckoned with.

  "Do you need anything?" I ask when Samara stops kicking, lifting my head to look at Savannah. She looks gorgeous, her hair tangled around her on the pillows, her eyes bright and a smile of her face as she watches me. I slide my hand up her stomach to her breasts, stroking across one nipple with my thumb. It instantly hardens. So does my cock.

  It's not even been an hour since we made love, but I'm already dying to be inside of her again. Sex with Savannah was phenomenal before she got pregnant, but I can't keep my hands off of her now. Knowing she's carrying my daughter makes me crazy. So does the fact that she can't get enough of me. She's insatiable, and any lingering shyness or hesitation has vanished. She takes what she wants from me now, and isn't afraid to tell me what she needs to send her over the edge. I love every minute of it.

  "Yes," she groans, her gaze heating as her body arches off the bed at my touch.

  Kissing her stomach one more time, I prowl up her body, holding my weight on my forearms as my lips meet hers gently. Her hands find their way back into my hair, holding tightly as she pulls my bottom lip between her teeth and tugs. Her body molds to mine, trying to get closer.

  "Mmm, I think my girl needs me again," I murmur, kissing a trail down her neck. My teeth rake across the sensitive skin of her throat before I move lower, pulling one nipple into my mouth and biting gently.

  Her hand instantly tightens in my hair, a loud cry breaking from her lips.

  "You like that?" I ask, kissing my way to her other breast to repeat the motion.

  When she cries out again, I smile against her, flicking my tongue over one hardened peak. Her breasts are so sensitive since she got pregnant, which suits me just fine. I could spend hours worshiping them.

  "Jared, please," she groans, untangling one hand from my hair. It sweeps down my chest and over my stomach. Her fingers trail against my cock before she wraps them around me and pumps.

  "Fuck." I throw my head back, groaning. Sliding my hand down her body, I run my fingers through her folds. She's already soaked for me.

  She cries out loudly when I brush my thumb over her clit. It's even more sensitive, too.

  Soft moans and pants fill the air as we tease one another, my fingers moving inside of her in time to her movements on my cock. I love the way she works me, her fingers trailing over the underside of my shaft and then cupping my balls before she wraps her hand around me again. Within a matter of moments, I can't take any more. I need to be inside of her again.

  Flipping over, I lift her up to straddle me.

  "Ride me, baby," I murmur, grinding myself against her.

  She throws her head back and moans loudly before lining me up with her entrance and sinking down on me. Her hands go to my chest to steady herself. She sits still for a moment, adjusting to the feel of me inside of her, before she begins to move. Her hips lift and circle, pulling me deeper. Her breasts bob up and down, and she's watching me with her bottom lip between her teeth and a hungry look on her face.

  "Christ, you look good like this," I growl, thrusting up into her.

  "You're so deep this way," she says on a moan, like she can't quite believe how good it feels. She says the same thing almost every time she rides me like this. That awed tone makes me crazy.

  Locking my arms around her waist, I sit up, causing her to cry out when the change of position makes me slide in even deeper. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her fingernails digging in as I wrap my lips around one nipple, teasing her with my tongue.

  "Oh God," she groans, allowing me to lift her up and down my cock.

  Her belly brushes against me with every thrust, and that turns me on even more. I love feeling her stomach against me while I'm deep inside of her. Love for this girl overwhelms me every single time. She's carrying my baby in there, protecting something priceless while I take care of her, giving her what she needs. What's not to love about that?

  "More," she pleads with me.

  My fingers sink into her ass, shifting her against me. I drop her down on me harder, grinding myself into her on each down stroke. Within moments, she's panting and moaning, her pleased cries filling the room as her head lolls on my shoulder, pleasure overwhelming her.

  "I'm going to come," she cries out against my neck.

  My balls tighten as soon as the words leave her mouth. "Wait for me," I growl, speeding our movements. Her pussy grips me like a vise, her inner walls fluttering as her orgasm starts. I love feeling that on my cock while I empty myself inside of her. "Fuck, wait for me, baby."

  "Hurry!" she cries, her voice breaking. "I need to come!"

  "Now, baby. Give it to me." I slam her down on me, grinding hard.

  She screams my name as her orgasm tears through her, pulling my own out of me. I come hard, her pussy milking my cock as my name reverberates in the air around us. Hers echoes too.

  When the last waves recede, she slumps against me, her skin damp with sweat and her heart racing. I enfold her in my arms, burying my face in her hair as I come down. When I can move again, I ease us back, tucking her against my chest. Wiping strands of hair out of her face, I press my lips to her forehead. Her eyes flutter open and she gives me a sleepy, sated smile.

  "I love you," she says sweetly.

  "I love you too, beautiful girl. More than anything."

  She snuggles closer, and we listen to the rain outside as our heart rates return to normal and the sweat dries on our skin.

  "Hey," I whisper a little while later.

  "Hmm?"

  "I've been thinking," I say quietly, waiting until she opens her eyes to look at me.

  "About what?"

  "Our honeymoon. We haven't had one." We've been so busy, there hasn't really been a good time to get away. But I want to take her somewhere before Samara arrives.

  "Oh," Savannah says. "Where do you want to go?"

  I take a deep breath before answering, "Italy."

  She freezes against me, not even seeming to breathe.

  "Think about it, baby," I whisper before she has time to refuse. "Because of him, you never got to experience Italy the way you should have. He cheated you out of something amazing, and I want to give it back to you." I run my fingers through her hair, and then stroke her cheek. "You deserve the chance to replace those painful memories with something beautiful."

  She's quiet for a long time, thinking. And then her eyes meet mine again. "You really want to take me to Italy?" she asks then.

  "Yeah, baby, I do." I press my lips to her forehead again, reaching out to put my hand over her stomach. "You've given me your heart and you're giving me a daughter. Let me give you this. I promise you that I'll make it worth it."

  I fall silent again, letting her decide for herself if she wants to do this. As much as I want to give it to her, if she doesn't think she's ready, I won't
push her. But I think it's something she needs to do. She deserves the opportunity to leave memories of McKee in the past once and for all and move forward, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that she is so much more than he tried to turn her into. When Samara arrives, I don't want Savannah to have a single regret. I want her to be able to hold our daughter in her arms and know that she's the strongest person she could possibly be, and that our daughter is going to be just as courageous and perfect as she is because of her.

  "Let's do it," she whispers, looking up at me.

  "Yeah?" I ask.

  "Yeah."

  The smile that lights up her face leaves me breathless all over again. I crush my lips to hers, so fucking proud of my girl and how far she's come. She is fiercely powerful, and I could not be more proud of her. Drake Evans may have killed Toby McKee, but in my eyes, Savannah will always be the real hero of her story. How could she not be when my life is complete because of her? Every beat of my heart belongs to her. It always will.

  "I love you," I whisper against her lips. "Christ, I love you."

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  We love to say that writing is a solitary endeavor, but I've been fortunate to have had a very different experience with All Falls Down and All Cried Out. Telling Jared and Savannah's story has been a bit of a community effort. So many people were instrumental in bringing these two to life, and I'd like to take a minute to thank those who helped along the way.

  Melanie, Sarah, Maureen, Amy, and Katie: thank you for being so excited for this book. Nothing is more motivating for an author than an eager audience. You ladies made writing this so much less stressful. I adore you for loving Jared and Savannah as much as I do.

  Jayme: thank you for whipping this into shape. You're a miracle worker, and I love you!

  Jada: thank you for the amazing cover. You did such a phenomenal job, and I adore you for it!

  Lisa, Jennie, Leanne: I could not ask for a better beta team. Thank you for all you do for me.

  Belinda, Zac: thank you for letting me tell part of Cassie's story through these novels.

  Mom, Dad, Grandma Lois, Grandma Jan, Grandpa Dan, Jessica, Jesse, Khourtniey, and the rest of my crazy family: thanks for being some of my biggest supporters and fans. You're all insane, but I kinda freaking love you anyway. I'm so grateful for all you do for me. Grandpa Hershel, thank you for reminding me not to give up on something so important to me. I still miss you every single day.

  SS: thank you for being Superman during this entire process. Without your patience and support, I'd be a hot mess. Thank you for taking such good care of me while I was lost in my own little world. I love you like crazy. Always have. Always will.

  I'd also like to say a huge thank you to my street team and to each and every one of you bloggers. You guys are absolutely amazing for all you do for us authors, and I could not be more appreciative of how much time, energy, and dedication you put forth each and every week. You are essential to Indie authors like me, and we love you for all you do. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

  I'm a little sad to see the end of this story. Jared and Savannah have been part of my life for so long, knowing their story is finished is a strange feeling. But I think they've earned their happily-ever-after, and I'm thrilled you all came along for the ride. I hope the story lived up to your expectations, and that you'll keep a special place in your heart for these two. They were borne from a real life tragedy, and I like to think they taught us all a little something along the way.

  Abuse is ugly, and it's awful. The mental and emotional distress lasts long after the abuse ends, and can be debilitating. Like so many who have survived, Savannah's journey from broken girl to confident woman has been one full of tears and setbacks. Rebuilding self-confidence once it's been destroyed is no easy feat. I'm so proud of each and every one of you who have been where Savannah was at the beginning of her journey and have overcome as she has. You deserve the world, and I sincerely hope there are nothing but happy days and laughter ahead for each of you.

  Thank you for reading. Look me up sometime and we'll chat. :)

  About the Author

  Ayden lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart and husband of eleven years, and their five furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the CJ and social services field.

  Ayden also writes New and Young Adult fantasy under the penname A.K. Morgen.

  You can learn more about her and her writing at http://aydenmorgen.com or by following her on Twitter @AKMorgen.

  Also Available from Ayden K. Morgen:

  All Falls Down

  All Over You (A Prequel Novel, Cameron & Ivy, coming 2016)

  The Teplo Trilogy

  Ravished (Book One)

  Rhapsody (Book Two - coming October 2015)

  Rapture (Book Three - coming in April 2016)

  Short Stories and Novellas

  Crave

  Call Your Name (coming in 2015)

  The Ragnarök Prophesies Series (as A.K. Morgen)

  Fade (Book One)

  Fall (Book Two)