I came faster than a virgin kid who was being laid by the top-rated porn star in the nation.
My head was resting against the door as I tried to calm my breathing.
If I came that hard from a hand job from my own fucking hand, how would it feel when I finally thrust my cock into her welcoming heat?
I know... I needed to have a plot picked out and my headstone at the ready.
It was hours later after I cleaned myself up and my mess, that I was sitting in my office chair once I knocked out some paperwork and called Marquez back on an order he wanted to place for weapons and ammo.
That fucking blush.
I couldn’t get it off my mind.
And what was more were the words she had spoken to me.
‘It’s none of your business. You're not related to me. You’re not fucking me. Therefore, I don’t owe you a freaking thing.’
I sat back in my chair, taking a puff off the cigar.
It was a special moment.
The second special moment in my life.
But I had a decision to make.
However, before I made that decision, there was someone I needed to find because I would be damned if I put Chloe through that.
But just like everything regarding Chloe, I didn’t know if I could do that.
And my decision?
I told her I would wait for her.
And I fucking would.
But she didn’t grasp how deep my feelings ran for her.
I had told her a few things that would clue her in... but I didn’t know if I could spend the rest of my days watching her from afar, keeping her safe.... but I knew that I would.
If my feelings weren’t returned, that was exactly what I would be doing.
All I needed was the smallest chance that her heart knew what it truly felt for me.
All he needed was one spark from her.
I could work on the rest.
After all, she was the one who started that spark in me. I wasn’t fucking her.
I’d done a lot of things in his life.
Taken a lot of lives.
And none of them I regretted.
But I knew that nothing in my life, so far, would ever be as hard as fighting for the one woman who was the other part of my soul.
Good thing I was ready for the fight.