Free Fall: an MMF romance (Wilde Boys Book 2)

by Sara Cate

  “One-hundred percent,” he says.

  “Let’s go back to bed,” Hanna whispers after a moment, but Nash is still frozen like stone, looking deep in thought.

  “I’m going to move to the mainland.” His words settle like a heavy fog, silencing us all for a moment. Hanna and I glance at each other, and I know she’s thinking the same thing I am. This is big.

  Nash has lived on that island for almost his entire life. It was the physical barrier between him and the rest of the world, and it was the setting for every moment of trauma he’s experienced. Him wanting to leave it is a sign he’s ready to make real changes.

  “Are you sure?” she says in a low whisper. She looks hopeful, and I admit I am too.

  “Yeah. Can I stay with you?” he asks her and her eyebrows nearly hit her hairline.

  “You want to move from your mansion on an island to my shitty apartment?”

  “I really do.” There’s not a hint of humor or sarcasm in his expression, and I have to bite back a smile that wants to reach my ears.

  “Nash…”

  “If we’re going to do this, I want it to be real. Living on Del Rey is like living in a fantasy. I want the two of you to be my life, not a dream.”

  Tears brim in Hanna’s eyes as she stares at him. “Okay,” she manages to mumble.

  “Okay,” I echo.

  “Are you moving in with me too?” she asks with a laugh as a tear rolls down her cheeks.

  With a heavy chuckle, I reach over and wipe it from her face. “I’m going to be really fucking jealous if you two get to live together without me. One-hundred percent, remember?”

  The table breaks out in laughter, the three of us high on this future we’re building. And although I have no plans to sell my apartment for now, I love the vision of the three of us living perfectly ordinary lives together.

  “Okay, can we please go back to bed now?” she asks.

  “Fuck yes,” he answers quickly as he jumps from his seat and pulls her into his arms. She wraps her legs around him, and he carries her toward the bedroom.

  Watching them together, I realize there are no guarantees, and we have no way of knowing if this will work forever. But if things had never fallen apart between Nash and me in Amsterdam, we never would have found her, and I believe it all happened for a reason.

  Sometimes things have to be broken before they can be truly whole again.

  Epilogue

  Amsterdam

  After a long day of walking around the city, I sleep so deeply, wrapped in warmth with hands and legs and bodies in my space, I don’t dream a thing. And when I peel my eyes open in the morning, Ellis is spooning me, his arm draped over my waist.

  The first thing I feel is his morning wood pressed snugly between the cheeks of my ass, and on instinct, I shift my hips back. A warm thrill shoots through my body and my already stiff cock twitches with anticipation.

  Ellis groans, grinding against me. Then his lips find the lobe of my ear, and he bites down, making me even harder.

  Fuck, I love this. We used to start so many days this way in Amsterdam before and they were so fucking wonderful I don’t know how I went so long without being fucked first thing in the morning.

  “I wonder if we can do it without waking her up,” he whispers as I feel the warm tip of him at my entrance. My hands fumble for the lube on the table, and he takes it while still nibbling on my neck.

  “I think she likes being woken up this way,” I reply, my voice still groggy with sleep.

  He eases in, and I gasp, arching my back to give him easier access.

  “God, you feel so good, Nash. This won’t take me long at all,” he whispers, reaching for my cock. With my hand over his, he thrusts slow and deep, and my body is on fire, red hot flames reaching the very tips of my toes.

  His husky grunts of pleasure in my ear push me closer to the edge.

  “Fuck,” I gasp as he jolts forward, fucking me in deep, smooth movements. It’s the precipice of pain and pleasure, touching that most sensitive spot inside me, the one that makes my dick throb and my heart stutter in my chest.

  “Oh God…” His deep voice echoes through every bone in my body as he shakes and shudders, his release spilling inside me.

  When his hand leaves my dick and latches onto my throat, I want to tell him I’m his. I’m all fucking his. He can do whatever he wants with me. When he’s fucking me, I don’t need a goddamn thing, except for maybe the woman next to him, the one who treats my soul with such tenderness I would die a thousand times to be better for her.

  “She’s still fucking asleep,” he says in my ear, and we both laugh, catching our breaths at the same time.

  “No, I’m not,” she groans. “You two don’t fuck as quietly as you think you do.”

  Ellis climbs out of bed and walks to the bathroom, and I roll over, gathering her tiny body in my arms. “What’s wrong? Jealous?”

  Trailing my fingers down her stomach, I reach into her panties and run them through her warm folds. “Nothing gets you hotter than hearing us fuck, does it?” I murmur against her neck, running my tongue up to her lips as she moans through me plunging my digits into her warmth.

  I love watching her moan and writhe underneath me. And yeah, sometimes I like to wrap my hands around that little neck of hers, her eyes filling with fear and arousal as I fuck her, claiming her and her beautiful pussy as mine. That’s what she comes to me for. She knows if she wants it sweet, she can go to Ellis. He might be hard on me, but never on her. That’s my job.

  When I hear the shower running, I know he can’t hear anymore, so I tear off her underwear, making her yelp. Then she looks up at me with her lip pinched between her teeth.

  Flipping her roughly to her knees, I work my way into her from behind, and she lets out a gasp, clawing at the headboard. Once I’m buried as far as I can go, I slam into her again and again, slow but deliberate.

  “Harder,” she pants, and I grip harshly onto her hips and give her exactly what she wants.

  Holding out until I feel her tense and shivering is hard considering Ellis got me all warmed up, but her climax finally sets me free, and I slam in one last time, holding her hips hard against me as I spill myself inside of her.

  We fall to the pillows together before she crawls over and rests her head against my chest.

  “What do you want to do today, beautiful?”

  “We still haven’t seen the Rijksmuseum. Or Anne Frank’s house.”

  “It’s up to you,” I mumble against her hair. Just then, Ellis steps out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair without a shred of clothes on, and Hanna and I both stare in interest.

  “We could also stay in the hotel all day,” I say before she playfully slaps my chest and climbs out of the bed.

  “There is such a thing as too much sex.”

  Ellis and I glare skeptically at each other in a shared expression of disapproval. She kisses him quickly before scurrying to the bathroom, holding her legs close together to keep everything I just spilled in her from running down her leg. It makes me laugh as I lie on the bed with my arm folded behind my head.

  “What are you smiling about?” Ellis asks while getting dressed.

  Why wouldn’t I be? It’s been a year since we made our way back together. It was never easy, especially at first as we tried to let Hanna make her own way in the city, working long hours, scraping together her tips to make ends meet, knowing full well neither Ellis nor I would let her go one second without everything she needed. But we tried not to help too much. He had to stop me from anonymously dropping two-thousand dollar tips on her checks or paying her rent for the year.

  “She needs this,” he told me. And I understood. Like me needing to be whipped within an inch of my life sometimes, submitting everything to him because it’s what I needed to let go.

  Those first few months in the apartment were my favorite. She furnished it with her savings, and we ate dinners Ellis would cook at a tiny secondhand table in the k
itchen, and every single moment was perfect. Those days were the real start to our life, humble and beautiful in its imperfection.

  Letting people know about our relationship wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. The people who mattered the most, like Dad and Zara, didn’t even act surprised when we told them. Like everything else, they knew long before we ever made it official, and aside from Zara threatening my life if I didn’t treat Hanna like the goddess she is, I think it went over pretty well. It was important to all of us that everyone understood this wasn’t a fling or a kinky arrangement. These two people are my forever—all or none. One-hundred percent.

  And it wasn’t until we decided to let go of Del Rey a couple of months ago they finally understood. We bought a big house on the mainland, something that fit all three of us. Something closer so Hanna could keep working and Ellis could get his space when he needed it.

  It was hard at first. Letting go of that house, the memories there, but I don’t belong on an island anymore. I am not an island. I am grounded, setting down roots and happy for the first time in my life.

  But now I wake up each morning between the two of them, and I don’t know where we’ll go from here.

  “You need to get out of bed, Nash Wilde,” Hanna scolds me as she walks out wrapped in a towel. Her hair is piled up on her head in a messy bun, and when she pulls out the clip, it cascades down her back, and I want to touch it, bury my face in it and breathe her in.

  “We should get married,” I blurt out, a smile still stretched across my face. They both freeze in response, glaring first at each other before looking at me.

  “I’m not talking about a wedding or anything. Fuck we don’t even need the certificate, I just want you to take my name.”

  “Me?” Hanna says, touching her chest.

  “Both of you.”

  Ellis smirks. “And what makes you think we would take your name?”

  “Because everyone wants to be a Wilde,” I answer with a laugh.

  “I will,” Hanna says with confidence. “I don’t want my name anymore anyway.” Her smile falters for a second, and I know bringing up her mother is still a sore subject. After moving on with her life last year, her mother hasn’t reached out even once, even after Hanna tried to contact her. I know she’s hurt by their distance, but it only makes me want to smother her with love even more. We are a family now, so she doesn’t need her. She has us.

  “We could hyphenate,” she says, pulling on her bra.

  Ellis and I both scowl at the same time.

  “No, let’s take Wilde. I’ll change my name.”

  For a moment, I don’t move, letting his words sink in. I won’t say I was joking, but I’ll admit it was hopeful banter. There’s nothing I want more than to make this thing between us concrete. It’s already real, unshakable and forever, but to have it on paper, knowing he is mine and hers and we are each other’s without shame… I almost can’t believe it.

  “You mean that?” I ask.

  Just as he finishes dressing, he sits on the bed next to me. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

  The reasons running through my mind are weak compared to the look he’s giving me now. Because I’ve broken his heart twice. Because it’s unconventional, taboo, wrong. Because I’m not good enough for you. But those are the voices in my head, and his voice is louder.

  “Let’s do it. As soon as we get home.” Leaning down, he plants a kiss on my lips like this is casual conversation, like getting a dog or buying a car.

  “Okay,” I reply.

  “Seriously, though. I’m starving and I want waffles, so get your ass up, Nash!” Hanna yells, throwing a pillow at me.

  I can’t peel the smile off my face as I jump up and run to the bathroom. The mirror grabs my attention as I turn on the shower, and I see a happy man looking back. It’s a new reflection, and it’s taking some getting used to. It was a long road to get here, and I hate to think about how easily I could have missed this. I could have done a million things differently that would have led to any other outcome, most likely me growing up miserable and alone, punishing myself for not being in a crash I had no way of preventing. Holding onto the guilt like it was my life raft.

  But the only thing I’m holding onto now are the two people in the other room, the one who nurtures me and the one who challenges me. And as long as I have them, I’m free.

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  Acknowledgments

  Thank you for reading Free Fall. I wrote this book for you, my readers. I knew you would love Nash even when I was writing Gravity, but to be honest, I never really planned to finish his story. But you inspired me, and I’m so glad you did.

  I have loved every minute of writing this book. It was the most difficult story I’ve ever told, and even I didn’t expect where Nash would go with this one. What a ride it was. I’m going to miss Del Rey and the Wildes more than you’ll ever know. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

  Once again, my team is owed a million thanks for everything they have done to help me make this book a reality.

  Suzanne, you know how nervous I was about this book. I would have never had the courage to tackle it if it wasn’t for your confidence and support. You’re the greatest.

  Amanda, thanks for loving our boys as much as I do.

  Adrian, always and forever, my alpha. I love you.

  Rachel, thanks for reminding me to go big!

  My amazing PA, Lori Alexander. My #1.

  My publicist, Amanda Anderson, and the amazing team at Wildfire Marketing.

  All the thanks in the world to the rest of my awesome team:

  My ARC team of readers and bloggers. I appreciate you every single time.

  Michelle Lancaster for the stunning cover photo.

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  My editor, Amy Briggs of Briggs Consulting.

  My proofreader, Gem’s Precise Proofreads.

  Kate Farlow of Y’all That Graphic for the graphic designs.

  And last but definitely NOT least, All of my Sweets in Sara’s Sweets for being the best fans in the world.

  Beautiful Monster

  Playboy. Socialite. Frivolous and Wicked.

  Alexander Caldwell needs to settle down.

  Hence the giant white house he just bought in the suburbs.

  The one that backs up to the house filled with three single women living in it.

  They all have their sights set on him...but it’s her he can’t get out of his head.

  Alexander has absolutely no place getting involved with a teenage girl with the world in her eyes.

  But he does.

  Tortured. Lonely. Desperate to run.

  Sunny Thorn needs to get out of her mother’s house.

  To do that, she needs money.

  Hence taking the job painting a mural in Alexander Caldwell’s pool house.

  The man whose eyes follow her. The man with the sculpted jaw and commanding presence. The man who is way too old for her.

  When Sunny has the chance to get out of Pineridge and start a future of her own, he should let her go.

  But he doesn’t.

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  Beautiful Sinner

  Lord, help me...

  A beautiful, young American girl wound up stranded far from home on my doorstep.

  When she begged me to stay, I did what a good priest would do, and I said yes.

  But a good priest wouldn’t spend his days thinking about the fullness of her ruby red lips or feel the sting of envy with the way she draws men to her like flies to honey.

  A good priest would have stopped things before that first touch. And he certainly wouldn’t have given into temptation so easily,
but Cadence Thorn walked in and brought me to my knees.

  A good priest doesn’t break his vows.

  But I am not a good priest.

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  Also by Sara Cate

  Wicked Hearts Series

  Delicate

  Dangerous

  Defiant

  Age-gap romance

  Beautiful Monster

  Beautiful Sinner

  Wilde Boys Duet

  Gravity

  Free Fall

  About the Author

  Sara Cate writes forbidden romance with lots of angst, a little age gap, and heaps of steam. Living in Nashville with her husband and kids, Sara spends most of her time reading, writing, or baking.

  You can find more information about her at

  www.saracatebooks.com