Gravity (Wilde Boys, #1)

by Sara Cate

“It’s ironic that you’re here to make me better when the things I want to do to you are the worst things I’ve ever wanted to do.”

Nash is not gentle. Even his soft kisses hurt. His touch burns like fire, but the more I fight him, the faster I melt.

If we have not found the heaven within, we have not found the heaven without.

“Your body is not your power, Zara, and those men don’t see you. I see you, and maybe I shouldn’t say that because you’re with Nash, but I’m saying it anyway. You’re a tough girl, and your body is beautiful, but if you think it’s the most powerful thing you have, you’re selling yourself short.”

He’s fucking me like he has a score to settle, like he needs it to survive, and maybe he does.

If being with Nash means embracing the darkness, then I want it.

I know his grip on my neck and hips will leave marks, and I’m desperate for it. I want his marks. I want all of his scars.

He’s glaring at me, and I see a hint of Nash in his eyes, that headstrong intensity when faced with a challenge. The Wilde men do not like being told no.

“Well, then just try to keep your clothes on when my mother serves the turkey.”

“I’m going to let go, and I want you to hold us steady.”

“Alistair, no!” I panic.

“I’ve got you, baby. Nothing is going to ...

Alistair is kissing me, his lips on my body, and God, I wish I could feel them on my mouth. The risk and the danger only makes this passion burn brighter.

“Take those fucking shorts off,” he barks at me, and I’m quick to obey, shimmying them down my legs in anticipation.

Alistair is kissing me, my lips, my neck, my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles.

Zara has ruined me for all women forever, with that one little breath I know there's not a woman on earth who could make my heart stop and my dick move like she does.

“When did this happen? I never saw this coming,” she whispers. I want to tell her that this happened a long time ago for me. Four years to be exact. The first time she stepped foot on my island, I was ruined. I made a promise to myself that I would never touch her because I knew then she’d fucking ruin me. She would be my downfall, my biggest distraction, and I was right. Even before we touched, I was helpless.

He pushes me, protects me, makes me feel safe, and I am tired of fighting against something I want so much. Call it daddy issues, I don’t care. I can’t walk away from him. I just can’t.

“What does that mean? Who am I to you?” I whisper, tears filling my eyes. Shoving my body against the wall, and pulling my face toward his, he attacks my lips with his as he answers. “You’re everything to me.”

“You make me feel good, Zara, and I haven’t felt good in a long fucking time. When I’m with you, it hurts a little less. It doesn’t go away, but I don’t hate life so much when you look at me like you’re looking at me right now,” he says. The pain etched in his features sends shivers down my spine. Reaching up, I run my fingers along his brow and down his cheek. Now that the walls are coming down, I see the pain underneath. “Am I allowed to be happy, Zara? Or is this my punishment? Loving you if I can’t have you.”

The world stops turning as soon as I see the tears fill his eyes. I love him. I love him so much I can hardly stand it. And suddenly it feels so obvious.

This woman is mine, and I’m going to remind her of that.

No—ours. She’s ours, and maybe if I hadn’t seen her on that stage today, I wouldn’t feel like this, but even she can’t deny that whatever this is, it feels good.

“I fucking love you, Zara York,” I mumble into her hair.

She wraps her arms around my waist, apparently more awake than I thought. “I fucking love you too, Nash Wilde.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I mumble into my coffee and he snaps his head in my direction. I wait quietly for his reaction to see if he’s going to be legit offended or find it funny, but he just bites his lip and stalks toward me slowly, pinning me against the counter. Putting his hands on either side of me on the counter, he leans his face down to my ear. “If we’re going to play that game, get it right. It’s Daddy to you.”

Alistair laughs, but then he squeezes my foot. “What Zara wants, Zara gets.”

“You belong to us, baby. You’re all ours, and you’re never leaving us. You know that, don’t you?”

For so long I felt like I was falling, but this man pulled me in. And finally, I have landed.