Page 113 of Your Soul to Keep

Instead of leaving, she sat back down. “You wouldn’t mind if he hung out with us? On the regular? Max wouldn’t mind?”

“Not in the least,” Wren assured her.

Bridge took a deep breath and rounded the table to slide onto the empty stool beside Kian. Within a minute, he was laughing.

“If anyone can get him to loosen up, it’s Bridge. She’s the best,” I concluded.

“She is.”

The sounds of a guitar being tuned floated across the bar.

The scraggy blond guitarist hopped up on stage and crossed to the drummer, slapping him on the back. The drummer tossed his head back and ran his hand through his messy black hair before twirling his sticks through his fingers.

The Viking grinned and shook his head at something they said, while the bass player ducked his head with a wide grin, his shoulders shaking.

There was no time or space for talking as the set started back up.

Sitting back, a drink in my hand, Gabe’s arm around my shoulders, his knee bouncing to the beat, long fingers drumming at intervals on my shoulder, I let the music fill me.

Two drinks later, Gabe cut me off and switched me to water. And as soon as we got into the house, he backed me up against the wall.

“There’s something about being with you at a bar looking the way you do that makes me want to take you home and fuck you hard, remind you who you belong to.”

His words set my body on fire. I craved whatever he had to give me.

“Maybe I need reminding,” I gasped, goading him further.

Dropping his hands to the hem of my blouse, he ripped it up over my head and flicked open the front clasp of my bra before bending me back over his arm.

I latched onto his forearms, squeezing the muscle as it corded under my hands.

He dipped his dark head and licked a swath from my ribs to my collarbone before dropping his chin to sink his teeth into my breast.

I sucked in a harsh breath.

“Remember yet?” he challenged, his tongue laving away the pain.

“Starting to,” I wheezed.

He pulled me back upright.

“Turn. Hands on the wall.”

I spun around immediately. My body stopped but my head kept going for a moment before settling.

Gabe’s shirt hit the floor at my feet.

My head fell back into his hands as he began smoothing my hair back from my face. He gathered it together in a high ponytail, the sharp bite of pain flooding my pussy as he snapped the elastic from his wrist around my hair.

Dropping his hands to my shoulders, he pressed his mouth to the sweet spot where my neck met my shoulder, the delicious scrape of his scruff rolling my eyes back in my head. With his lips delivering the gentlest of kisses, he taunted, “Let’s see if this reminds you.”

He turned me around and reached behind my head. Wrapping his fist around my ponytail, he pulled my head back and slanted his head, his mouth a delicate brush over mine.

Moving back a breath, he bit out, “Get on your knees.”

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