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Removing my clothes, I left my boxer briefs on; sliding under the covers, I wrapped her in my arms, kissing her lips softly when all I wanted to do was devour her. But I force myself to be gentle. In a few days, I can go back to the way things were between us, but she needed some time to get over her ordeal. With her in my arms, it didn’t take any time at all for Zoe to fall into the abyss of a deep sleep, and I followed soon after.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Zoe

My eyes fly open, and I hastily examine my surroundings, half expecting to find Caleb hiding in the shadows near the cage where he had kept me in the abandoned warehouse. The memory of being taken and then crashing the van has haunted me in a never-ending loop since my rescue. It’s only been a few days, and I know it will take time for me to get over what happened.

We’d grappled for the gun on his lap, and it’d gone off just as we hit the guardrail and the embankment coming to rest against some trees. The bullet lodging in his shoulder, while I ended up hitting my head against the dashboard of the van when we crashed.

My father being held back at the warehouse made my stress levels rise even further.

Everleigh said I could remove the butterfly bandage she had placed over the cut to my forehead since it was healing nicely. Other than that, I was okay.

It’s then I register the tight arm around my waist, and without thinking, I snuggle even further into Chains arms, feeling the way his cock hardens behind his boxer briefs. He hasn't left my side since he saved me from Caleb, and it’s bothering me because it seems like they have made no effort to rescue my father, even though they've been in their meeting room for hours on end in the past few days. I hate thinking that way, because I know Chains, especially, would do everything in his power to save my father and bring him home to me.

“Keep doing that, little one, and you’ll suffer the consequences.” His deep gravelly, still sleepy voice, and his use of the endearment shot straight to my pussy and I smile.

“Then I want to suffer.” I tell him boldly, squealing when he suddenly has me on my back and is on top of me, a sexy grin on his handsome face.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, baby?” he asks me, and for the first time in a long time, I see a different side to the man I love. He seems unsure of himself, as if he’s in two minds about taking things to the next level with me. I want to get angry and tell him I’m not a doll made of porcelain. But I stop myself, trying to understand his side of things as well.

I palm the side of his face, his beard is surprisingly soft, as he nuzzles against my hand. His cerulean blue eyes almost staring into my soul.

“I’ve been ready since the night of the party when you left me to go to Dallas.” I tell him, as something passes in his eyes that I can’t fathom, and remind myself to ask him about it later. But for right now, it’s just us. No one else exists in this room.

“Kiss me.” I whisper just as he was about to lower his head to touch my lips with his, a soft meow sounds and Mr Boots jumps on the bed, walking up to me, and nuzzling his head with mine.

“Really, you little cock blocker?” Chains growls out, and I can’t help but laugh. “I thought you were with Lexie and Riggs, you little shit.”

I frown. “Lexie and Riggs?” I question. “Since when?”

Chains sighs and sits up, as I try to keep my eyes on his face, and not let them travel down to his magnificent cock, which was tenting his boxer briefs.

“After that asshole took you, we’d put the club on lockdown, she’s been staying with Riggs in his room.”

“Oh, to be a fly on that wall.” I whistle.

“Lexie was looking out for this little terror. I didn’t have time for him while searching for you.” He explains.

I smile and scoot closer to him, fitting myself in his lap. My stomach decides at that moment to announce its hunger, and I shake my head.

“Come on, let’s get you dressed and fed,” Chains says resignedly.

“Wait,” I tell him, as he’s about to get off the bed.

“What?” he queries, looking me over as though expecting something to be wrong.

“I’m okay, truly I am. I just want to tell you something.”

“Okay, little one.”

“I love it when you call me that.” I say, almost shyly, and he grins.

“Then I’ll be sure to say it more often.” Again, he tries to get off the bed, but I don’t let him.

He looks at me curiously, and I’m sure he thinks I must’ve banged my head harder than I had in the accident.

“I love you.” I tell him. There, I said it. Three little words that I had been wanting to say for the longest time, but never could get them past my lips.

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