Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he promises, and those words have so much power over me that for a minute I can’t breathe.
His fingers keep tunneling in and out of me. It’s magnificent. I’m so wet that the sounds of his fingers moving echo around us, but I love it. I love everything he’s doing. His thumb stretches up and begins grinding against my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss because the way that feels can’t even be described.
“That’s it, Gabby. God, you’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like you. Never felt as good as you make me feel. I want you to come for me, Sunshine. Look into my eyes and come for me, give me even more of that beauty.”
“King!” I cry out as he grinds harder on my clit. His fingers fuck me faster and harder. It’s so good that my body thrusts up, automatically searching for more. King doesn’t stop. He goes at me, giving me everything and then it happens. I feel the heat spread through me and I let out a long, loud whimper that’s filled with so much pleasure it surrounds us and then I come. For the first time in forever, I climax, and I do it staring into King’s eyes, knowing that I’ve never—not ever—felt anything better than what I’m feeling right now.
He takes my mouth, kissing me with passion, sweetness, and something that feels a lot like love. My heart is gone. It belongs to this man. Everything I am, belongs to him. That scares me too, but lying here in his arms as my heart rate slowly comes back down, I fight that back too. Because King is right.
He is my safe place.
Chapter 27
King
“Gabby?” I call as I open the door to our place.
Our place.
Fuck, that sounds good. It fills me with a contentment I’m positive I’ve never experienced before. Of course, every day with Gabby seems to improve, which means tomorrow is already shaping up to be pretty damn spectacular.
I frown when she doesn’t answer. Normally when I get home in the evenings, Gabby is fixing dinner, or if she’s had a rough day, she’s lying on the couch with her feet up. Sure, we’ve only been back from the trip to Cherokee for three days, but we’re settled in and I’m happy. Gabby said she’s happy. I’d tried my best to keep my fingers on the pulse of her mood. I sure as hell didn’t want to give her time to slip back into the haze of the past. It has been going pretty damn great. We fell into being together in a way that is natural and very fucking satisfying. Our nights are filled with exploring her body and getting her used to my touch. She’s been getting braver and I’m very careful to let her know I’m good with anything she wants—which is the fucking truth.
“Gabby!” I yell again.
I’m not a man prone to panic, but it’s dark outside. Her car is in the drive and the fact that she’s not here … I push away the fear that’s trying to claw at me. I’m just starting to settle in at the club. I don’t know everything, but there are no big enemies out there. There are no life-or-death club matters going on that would put my woman at risk. Hell, even if they were, at this point, I’m not on the radar as part of the Savage crew. So, they shouldn’t come after my old lady.
My old lady.
I smile. I doubt Gabby realizes I’ve claimed her as mine, but I have. When she’s ready, she’ll have everything in me. I’m not going to hold back. That’s the last thing I want to do. When I make it to the utility room—which is really just a back porch that has been enclosed with a deck off of it—and finally take a breath as my gaze locks on Gabby, sitting on the back deck, looking up at the moon, sadness so thick on her face it’s painful to see. She’s cradling her cell to her ear. Fuck.
I carefully open the door, not wanting to spook her.
“Okay, Mom. Yeah, that’d be good. Uh … yeah, tell Daddy I love him. No, it’s fine. I’m tired. You can tell him, though. Okay, bye.”
She takes her phone away from her ear, clicking it off.
“You okay, Sunshine?”
“My once-a-month, less-than-joyful phone call from Mom,” she explains, her voice matter of fact and far from joy.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, walking over to her. I bend down, picking her up, then settle back in her chair, holding her in my lap as I kick my legs out over the banister. Gabby doesn’t even blink. She just leans against me, burying her face in the side of my neck.
“Mom’s broken. No, she’s shattered. It is done in such an intricately tortuous way that I don’t think she will ever find her way out of it. So, I don’t guess there’s much to talk about, King.”