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)
Her pretty white teeth come down, biting into her lip and she nods. I try to ignore the way that simplistic action makes my cock stand up and report for duty. “Yes,” she breathes.
“I’d like a relationship with my family because I’d like to think jellybean might want grandparents one day as well as any other children we have. So, I’m probably going to this fucking dinner. That said, I’m not a fan of tar and feathering, but I’d probably prefer to be hung upside down by my toenails.”
“By your toenails?” she giggles.
“Yeah. While I’m totally naked.”
She bites her lip again, her eyes dilating and her eyebrows jerking up in shock. The look gets even better when heat hits her cheeks. Christ, she’s beautiful.
“That’s a picture,” she breathes. “I’m not sure I’d find that torturous though—at least from a bystander just watching kind of way. In fact, I don’t think that’s a form of torture invented and put on the Torture 101 handbook.”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve never been hung upside down by your toenails.”
“Can’t say as I have,” she giggles. Then, mirth leaves her face, and she looks at me stricken. “Oh my God, have you?”
I have to fight to keep my face solemn. “Yeah, I have,” I lie.
“Oh my God, King!” she gasps, touching my face as if searching for evidence that I’m okay. That sweetness hits me differently than the rest she’s shown me. It digs in a little deeper. I’ve felt it before, like when Gabby fills a travel mug of coffee for me in the morning. No one asks her to at all. I can get my own coffee. Yet now it’s my favorite thing in the morning. We share breakfast and as we get ready to separate for the day, Gabby takes a travel mug from the cabinet, fills it full of coffee—fixed exactly how I like it. Then, she brings it to me with the prettiest smile on her face and she goes up on her tiptoes, stretching to kiss my lips. The last few days that kiss has gotten hot and heavy—to the point I’d rather carry her back to bed than go help the club. Hell, at this point, my balls are going to turn permanently blue. I’ll survive, because every night Gabby gets more comfortable with me. “What happened?” she asks, getting my attention. I take a second to remember what we’re talking about. The worry on her face is another bit of her sweetness. I don’t want to worry her though. So, I figure it’s time to put an end to it—and hope the payout is the sound of her laughter.
“I got a concussion, but I survived.”
She frowns. “How did you get a concussion by hanging upside down?”
“Damn cock kept slamming into my head every time the wind blew,” I murmur, barely managing to keep a straight face. I watch as her mouth falls open, her eyes get big as saucers. It takes a minute, or hell, maybe it was just seconds. I can’t really say, because I was too busy watching shock turn into full-fledged Gabby laughter. Her head goes back and the joy on her face in that moment wraps around not only my cock, but my heart. That’s when I smile, feeling the tightness I’ve always carried inside me—before Shelby, but even more so after—loosen. Gabby’s happiness soothes me. It’s something I can’t remember having to this depth before and I take it in and somehow that calms me. It does because this moment with Gabby is sheer and utter perfection.
I’m in deep with this woman and I’m never letting her go. I don’t tell her that. I can’t. Right now just isn’t the space and time to do it. Soon, though, I will. I just need to make sure that when I do, Gabby feels safe enough with me to give me all of her because I want it. I want every single bit of her for my own.
And I won’t stop until I get it.
Chapter 28
Gabby
“My Gabriella.”
“King …” His name comes out a soft whisper. I can barely hear it over my own ragged breathing. I love it when he calls me that. It happens only when he’s brought me down from my climax, but each time it’s beautiful. This time, his fingers are still sliding against my clit, moving slowly now as my orgasm continues to dissipate, and it is even sweeter than the other times. I lick my lips as I look into his dark, fathomless eyes. His eyes hold secrets and as the days turn into weeks, I find I want to know every one of them.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. “I’m going to kiss you, Gabby. You keep your eyes open if you need to. You remember who you are giving this body to. You remember me,” he instructs, and it almost makes me smile. He’s become such a presence in my life, my mind, and yes, my heart. It makes keeping the horrible memories away easier. It still happens—it did tonight. I’m just saying that those thoughts don’t take over like they once did. I can beat them back—with his help.