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“You know, you can’t call someone a boyfriend when you’ve never actually spoken to them before,”
Says who
Especially now that she wasn’t wearing that fuck’s ring. Now that I wasn’t in danger of spending fifteen to life in a state penitentiary for killing him after laying his hands on what was mine.
“Who did this to you?” Rowan’s nostrils flared, his jaw was set in a rigid line.
“This,” he murmured, eyes glued to mine, “is the beginning of us.”
“Where we goin’?” he asked. I looked to my best friend. “We’re going to fuck up the piece of shit who laid hands on my woman.”
I had a recipe for every situation,
“Only if we toast to you letting yourself feel happy that you’ve got a hot hunk of alpha out there doing shit for you because you’re a hot piece of ass.”
“Because this is my kitchen, and I can’t have a man in my kitchen.” He raised his brow. “Not very progressive of you.”
“Because your cheeks are flushed, because I’ve been dreaming of what your lips taste like. Because I can barely fuckin’ control my need to claim them. Taste you.”
“You seem shocked. Do I not seem like a twin?” I teased. He rubbed his hand over his jaw, brushing at the thick stubble. “No,” he replied instantly. “You seem like one of a kind.”
“Been imagining doing that for a long time,” he rasped. “And I like to think I have a pretty vivid imagination, but… fuck.”
Because he was the kind of man who waited until I was safe before he let me out of his sight. The problem was, I knew, even then, my heart wasn’t safe with him around.
“No, honey, this is exactly what you’ve needed all this time. You need someone to take over your mind so thoroughly that you don’t have the time, space or energy to talk yourself out of it, doubt yourself or convince yourself that you’re dying.”
“You want to go on a… date?” I asked him. “Want to fuck you,” he replied bluntly.
“Wanna do things different with you. Wanna take you on a date. Give you what you deserve. Show this whole town you’re mine.” He lifted his hand to brush my cheek. “And then, I want to show you you’re mine.”
“Cupcake, I was yours the second my steel-toed boot set foot in this pink fuckin’ bakery,” he said without hesitation.
“You want to be a good girl for me?” he asked, voice silky, holding the vibrator out to me.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough, thick, almost animalistic. “Give me your fuckin’ eyes, Nora.”
“I’ve got a feeling being punished by you is something that I’d enjoy very much.”
“Now get that sexy ass of yours outside,” Rowan ordered gruffly. What was a woman to do? I got my sexy ass outside.
“Never seen someone go down that quick or that deep.” “That’s what she said,”
“Super hot?” she suggested. “One for the books? Straight out of a porno written by a woman?”
“I have a guy,” I blabbered into the phone. “In your basement?” my brother asked without missing a beat. “Make sure the handcuffs are secure.”
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he growled, grasping the bottom of his tee and ripping it off.
I might have been the one on my knees, but he was the one worshiping me.
“Now get to closing this place up so I can take you to my place and fuck you in every room so your cunt is all I think of whenever I’m there.”
“Gonna think of you clenching around me, taking me like a good fuckin’ girl,”
“See you working this over in your head,” he murmured quietly. “Tryin’ to find some way to make it make sense to be mad at this. End this.” He cupped my cheek, eyes looking at me and seeing far too much. “But you’re not gonna find shit, cupcake. This is it. You’re it for me.”
“I love you,” he repeated without hesitation. “I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. And I’ve only loved you more since I got to touch you, kiss you, make you mine. Every new thing I discover about you is yet another reason why I’m a fuckin’ goner. Why I’m yours for life. Hate that you deal with that shit, fuckin’ hate it. But you’ve been dealin’ with it alone for all these years. Making you a promise right here, right now… From this moment on, you’re not dealin’ with anything alone again.”
“Now, cupcake, I’m gonna brace for a comment on feminism after I say this, but I’m gonna say it anyway. You’ve got me. You’re my woman. I’m gonna take care of you. You can relax your grip on the reins, baby. You can trust that I’m not gonna let you go off course.”
“Sometimes there is no answer, honey,” Gunner had told me gently. “Not one we can know. Ansel took it with him. Just know that he didn’t want to leave. He just didn’t know how to stay, feeling the pain we couldn’t see.”
“But you’re mine now,” he said, his voice no longer even and flat. “And I’m not lettin’ you go. I’m yours too, Nora.
“Yeah, you gonna ride me like a good girl?” he asked, his rough voice enhancing the sensations flooding my system.
“You gonna let me come inside you?”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Gonna let me plant a baby in you, Nora?”
“Milk my fuckin’ cock then, cupcake.”
“Didn’t think fuckin’ you could feel better,” he rasped. “But emptying my cock into you?” He shook his head. “Best feeling in the fuckin’ world.” He clasped my neck so our eyes met. “I’ll be doing that every time we fuck until we put a baby in there, and every time after.”
“I love the man you are,” I whispered. “Every single part of you. I love what you do for your friends. Your family. I love what you do for me. How you make me feel. I love you.”
“But a body like that…” He leaned down to open my legs and expose my pussy. “A cunt like that.” His eyes found mine. “And you sayin’ you love me.” He took off his pants to show his cock, hard and ready. “I’m gonna have to fuck you until you pass out.”
And then I started my morning how I planned on starting it for the rest of my life… fucking my woman.
“Cupcake, I’m never fuckin’ letting you go.”
