Outbound Lane An Unspoken Truth Novella (Unspoken Truth Series)

Outbound Lane An Unspoken Truth Novella (Unspoken Truth Series) Read Online Free PDF

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Author: Renea Porter
you going to be racing anytime soon? I haven’t seen you race for a while,” I tell him.
    “All the racers are on a break, so it could be a few weeks. I hope you will be on the sidelines when I do get to, though,” he says.
    “Of course. That’s one thing I looked forward to with Renee, and it was always fun,” I tell him.
    “Well, you’ll be the first to know when we start back up again.” He smirks. He pulls out a worm and puts one on each of the fishing poles.
    “Eww,” I say.
    “You’re such a girl,” he says, handing me a pole. I follow his lead and throw the line into the water. Then I do it a few more times with no luck.
    He hooks a fish a nd takes it off the line, and throws it in the cooler he brought. “May I?” He points to the pole I’m holding.
    The thought of Cole positioning himself behind me freaks me the hell out. “Okay,” I unwillingly agree. My brai n is definitely mush around him.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    COLE
    Does Alexis know how bad I’ve wanted to touch her, to feel her milky smooth skin? Granted this wasn’t a ploy to grope her. I would never disrespect her in any way, but it’s just such a temptation.
    I position myself behind her. “Just relax; it’s only me,” I whisper in her ear, almost brushing my lips against it. Her breath hitches.
    I overlap her arms with mine and put my hands over hers, and snap the pole back and fling it back into the water. She giggles, surprisingly.
    “Shh, you’ll scare the fish,” I whisper to her.
    I feel her trying not to laugh as her body trembles. And I have no idea what is so damn funny. But at least she is not completely freaking out with me being on her like this. Or maybe this is her way of freaking out. I don’t know, but she smells so damn good, like fresh berries sweet, sugary and irresistible. God, she is going to be the death of me.
    I pull and snap the line back again and fling it back into the water. Finally a fish hooks and we reel it in. I unhook the fish from the pole and step back, giving her space, and I place the fish in the cooler. “We have dinner for tonight; I know you said you weren’t big on seafood, which means you don’t find it totally disgusting. And once you’ve had my fish, it will be melting in your mouth,” I tell her.
    “I guess I’ll have to be the judge of that.” She grins.
    “You are on a roll today, aren’t you?”
    She shrugs, smiling. “I guess I’m just in an usual mood.”
    “I like it. And you surprise me sometimes,” I tell her. “Wanna sit for a little bit?” I ask.
    “Sure.”
    Sh e kicks off her sandals and we dangle our legs over the pier.
    “I just wan t you to know, and I know I keep telling you, but you can trust me. With anything. No matter what.”
    “With anything?” she asks.
    “Anything,” I assure her.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Alexis
    As weird as it sounds, Cole’s touch felt nice. I knew I was safe, I knew Cole would never disrespect me in any way, shape, or form. He is good and nice to look at. I had to giggle when he had his arms around me because I was uncomfortable, but I wanted to be brave and see what it felt like to have his arms around me. I was quite proud of myself for not freaking the hell out.
    “Well, I guess now is as good of a time as any to tell you about my past,” I tell him, taking a deep breath.
    “You can trust me with anything,” he says. We both grip the edge of the pier and our hands are so close together, but not touching.
    “I was sexually abused as a child. He was a monster, and lived next door from us. And my parents trusted him,” I say, waiting on a response from Cole.
    “What happened? Did you tell your parents what happened?”
    “No, he threatened to kill everyone I loved if I told. So I never told and it went on for years. I started throwing up every time he touched me and every time after I ate. My life was out of control and throwing up was the only control I had. I would wear baggy clothes, and I would always keep to myself. I hated the
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