Rugger: The Huntress (The Grey List Book 3)

by Grey Huffington

regard I see you in. You’ve never been supported. You’ve never been encouraged. You’ve never been invested in. “You’ve never been sought after. Chased down. And, caught. You’ve never been the center of a man’s world. You’ve never been the beginning and the end. You’ve never been affirmed. You’ve never been cherished. You’ve never been met with intention. You’ve never been loved. “And, you’ve never been fucked, Rugger. Not for real. Not by a real man. Because, I promise you this won’t feel like anything else you’ve ever experienced. You talking thoroughly… I’m talking wholly. Mind, body, heart, and soul, Gazelle.”

And, until you come to the realization that you want me as much as I want you, I will dedicate my life to hunting you like the lost treasure you are. I’ll kill everything that touches you. I will disturb every ounce of peace you think you have, and I will enjoy it.”

“The best part about your story is the fact that you don’t need saving. You need to be sucked and fucked and favored. And, I’m here to give you just that. No questions asked. No holding back. No fear, baby. Just feelings.”

“She can trade her solidness for softness. Her independence for dependency. Her leadership for submission. That man will switch her survival mode to the subtle mode so she can do less, speak less, know less, work less, think less, and be less than she’s been for everything and anything else.

“So she can be more to him, more for him because that’s all he truly needs from her. He needs her to show up whole and not beaten up by the world and all else that comes with being a woman.

“Teddy,” I breathed out, shakily. “Yes, Rugger?” He stopped, again. This time, he turned to face me. “How do you know?” “Know what?” “If you’re in love. What does it feel like? How does it feel?” “Like that.” “Like what?” I questioned, taking a step in his direction. “Like you’re feeling.” “I–” “Your heart probably feels like it's falling from your chest at least four times a day. You can feel it

in your bones. In your smile. In your words. In your walk. In your sleep. In your kneecaps. In your palms. All over, Rugger. It’s profound. It’s loud. It’s tantalizing. It’s addictive. It’s astounding. It’s courageous. It’s frightening. And, it’s contagious.”

“What happens next?” “You keep falling, baby. Every day, you’ll find a new reason to love the person you’ve chosen.

They’ll find new ways and new reasons to love you, too. And when shit gets rough, that love will be enough to protect you from the storms that threaten to dismantle your connection.” “What if I stop falling?” “You’re a Childers, Rugger. You won’t. Once you’ve chosen, you’ve chosen.” “Yeah.” I nodded. “It’s okay, baby. Falling in love is not the end of the world. It’s the beginning of one. We’ll see you soon. Very soon.” My smile pushed my cheeks upward on my face. “I love you, Teddy.”