Page 65 of Redeeming Rabbit

“You’re mine, too.”

I ground my hips against him and squeezed his cock deep inside me, loving how he filled me up. “Okay.”

“And I’m never letting you go.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He thrust into me again, another languid stroke. “Love you, Poe.”

“Love you, too, Roger.” It didn’t make sense, but it was true.

He froze and his eyes went suspiciously glassy. Swallowing, he dropped his gaze. He made love to me, his strokes slow and purposeful as we joined. He was the proton to my neutron. In exchanging particles, we’d formed a nucleus, and now we were fused for life.

I only hoped it was enough to motivate him because I perceived what needed to happen next.

Sated, I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep beside him, but I couldn’t.

Not yet.

I traced a skull tattoo on his forearm with my fingers, working up the courage to speak.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, doubtlessly picking up on my mood.

“I… Have you considered therapy?”

He chuckled, and his tone was full of self-mockery. “Fuck. They got to you, too.”

Who? The bikers? Had they suggested therapy, too?

“Roger—”

“No. I’m not talking to Sage.”

It took me a moment to remember the man Shari had introduced me to who’d wanted to question me. “Okay. We’ll find you a different therapist.”

“No. No therapists.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

I’d been hoping he would open up to me, but apparently, Rabbit required more motivation. Pulling away, I rolled off the bed to stand and search for my dress. It hung off the sofa, so I marched over to retrieve it.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Home. I see you’ve made up your mind, so there’s no reason for me to stay.”

He sat up, confusion furrowing his brow. “I said no to therapy. Not to you.”

“Yes, but I love you. Which is why I won’t sit here and watch you self-destruct. There are tools and methods to get you through this—and I will help—after you commit to making the effort.”

He scooted off the bed to stand, his expression lost. “So… that’s it? You’re leaving.”

My stomach twisted into knots, but I ignored the discomfort to openly leer at Rabbit’s incredible body. Letting my appreciation show, I sauntered over, still dressed in my strappy bodice and crotchless thong. He was fully hard by the time I stood before him, so I reached out and stroked his hard cock. I would miss it, and hoped it wouldn’t take Rabbit too long to pull his head out of his ass.

Perhaps I could shorten the time frame.

“No, I’m fighting for you the only way I know how.”

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