Page 47 of Protective Heroes

I ground into her with small thrusts, taking every ounce of juice I can get and feeding her my own.

“That’s it, baby. You’re mine.”

I leaned down, caressing my lips over hers and growled when she slid her fingers into my hair and took the kiss deeper, claiming me as hers.

When her breathing grew slow, I eased from her, silently cursing. No way I wanted to leave the warmth of her body and the feel of her wrapped around me, but I knew my princess needed tending to.

I crossed to the bathroom and said a little prayer there was running water. I snagged a cloth from her toiletry bag and cleaned her gently before doing the same for myself.

Just looking at her made me grow hard again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep lying next to her without taking her again.

Instead, I sat bare assed in a cracked chair and listened to the wind die down outside, staring at the gorgeous creature stretched out before me. She was going to be a handful, all right. Her father had spoiled her beyond standards I could ever understand. It was a miracle she’d remained a virgin so long.

I wasn’t a praying man but I was ready to get down on my knees and thank the stars above that I was the one sent to retrieve her. Just the thought of Fremont or that bastard Madds her father kept around made me see red.

I shifted my weight in the chair and the wood cracked underneath my weight.

On the bed, my beauty stirred like a cat waking from a nap. She stretched and cracked an eye open at her surroundings. Her smile turned mischievous when she saw me.

I stood up, letting her get a good look. A warm blush brushed over her cheeks but she didn’t drop her gaze.

“Ready for another first?” I asked, climbing on the bed. I knelt over her and dropped my head back when her soft hands gripped my cock and stroked me from base to tip.

“Fuck, baby, we might not ever leave this place.” Before I could follow up my words with actions a tiny grumble hit my ears.

She pressed a hand to her stomach and my heart nearly dropped out of my chest at the tiny laugh she gave.

“Umm, can I take a raincheck on that?”

I smiled, knowing the perfect place to take her if the storm has let up enough.

Six

Evie

The snowfall turned from solid sheets to a light flurry and I give up a little prayer of gratitude Gabriel is better at driving in snow than I am. Only with the power of a Christmas miracle do we manage to drive the remaining ten miles to a tiny town off the interstate.

“Christmas, Michigan,” I whispered softly.

Gabriel killed the fire back at the rundown hotel, motel, murderers-r-us whatever while I packed the few things we brought in with us and we both agreed if we managed to make it this far we would either hole up in the truck, or if a Christmas miracle happened and we found a decent room in a non-creepy backwoods motel, we would wait out the storm there. As far as I was concerned, I could stay right here in the truck, wrap myself around Gabriel and stare at Christmas lights until I couldn’t stay awake any longer.

I’d also go for a bed because I wanted to find out what it would be like to see such a mountain of a man beneath me.

Honestly, I never wanted to leave the place.

Every passing twinkle light and decorated shrub had my face plastered to the window trying to take it all in. I probably looked like a ten-year-old with how I couldn’t stop smiling.

They had roads with names like Silent Night Drive and Santa Lane, I kid you not. Plastic Santas, sleighs, and bows decorated everything.

Umm, a little secret not many knew about me—not even my father— was I loved Christmas. Yeah, like, goofy sweaters, matching pajamas, holiday parties, deck the house in a million lights kind of love.

Gabriel slid a look my way. “You like what you see?”

I knew I wore a grin that touched each ear, so why he needed to ask I have no clue. “HA! Try love. Christmas is my favorite holiday.”

A shocked look flashed over Gabriel’s expression. “Really?”

“Yep, only I never got a chance to live out my dreams of sharing my love for the holiday. Can’t exactly decorate a private jet or hotel room on the years I traveled with him and on the years Dad was never around.” I shrugged. “Not fun when going solo and my mom, well, you know.”

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