The Road Back to Us
by K Webster
Publication Date: May 4, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Caroline Harrison has had enough. After eight long years in an unhappy marriage, she’s ready to throw in the towel. Her workaholic husband, Bentley, is done too—choosing his career over his wife. They’ve met with their lawyers and only need to get through the holidays until their divorce is finalized.
When a surprise snow storm catches them off guard, Bentley and Caroline find themselves in an accident without any possibility of help in their near future. At one point, their love was all they needed to survive. But now, when all they have is each other against the frigid winter storm, will they find the love they lost before it’s too late? Or will this be the end…in more ways than one for Mr. and Mrs. Harrison?
The road back to us may be a turbulent path, but in the end, it’s worth the chaos because it leads back home.
EXCERPT:
I’ve made love to her enough times to know when she truly
comes. Her pale skin turns pink and tiny beads of perspiration build on her
forehead. She pants softly, but the breaths become more erratic as she nears
the edge of her climax. But tonight? Tonight, she’s pretending, her body lying
limp like a fucking rag doll, and she’s making hideously fake moans. So I’ll
finish and get off her.
She doesn’t know that I know about her seeing a divorce
attorney. I saw the e-mail on her laptop. Her correspondence with the lawyer
was so robotic and cold—much like our marriage these days. That was two days
ago, and I haven’t slept well since.
Divorce.
I’m sickened at the thought of it, but I’m not really sure
what to do. Instead of confronting her about it, I’m selfishly fucking her as
if I don’t already know.
Her moans are phony as hell, and I almost can’t come because
of them. Grabbing a handful of her tits, I thrust hard over and over until I
feel the tightness in my nuts.
“Fuck!” I groan loudly as I burst inside her—quite possibly
for the last time.
As soon as I’m done coming, I pop out of her body and climb
off the bed. Then I stalk over to her nightstand, wrench it open, and find her
vibrator.
“Here,” I snap as I toss it to her. “Maybe you can really
come now since I don’t seem to do it for you anymore. I guess it’s a good
fucking thing you’ve already filed for divorce.”
Ignoring her tears and the painful throb in my chest, I
storm off toward the shower.
We’re fucking over.
About K Webster
I love my husband of 11 years and sweet kids. My passions include reading, writing, graphic design, and shopping! I absolutely love social media and the power of how it connects people all over the world. You can usually find me easily on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!
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