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“Love you, more. And you… swampfish.”

I turn back.

“I don’t trust you.” Her gaze is narrowed as though she’s putting me on warning.

I laugh and lean into the broken woman for a hug. “It was nice meeting you, too. I better get her home. It’s late.”

Her mother nods, and though I know this isn’t going to be an easy road, the temptation is too unbearable to ignore. Zoe is mine. Mine to love, mine to protect, and mine to honor… and no one is going to stop me.

Chapter Seven

Zoe

I’ve read a lot, and I know women are generally turned on by big, burly protectors, but I never thought it would happen in real life. I never thought I’d meet a man who’d stand up for me at all, let alone twice in one day.

Not only did Gunner show up for me with my jerk ex, but he just schooled my mom… in the hospital. I’ve tried telling her what I feel for years, and she’s never listened to me the way she listened to Gunner. Maybe it’s the tenor in his voice, or his size, or the confident way he speaks. Whatever it is, I’m not sure I’ve ever been this horny in my life.

The second we’re in the hallway alone, I turn toward him, my thighs squeezing together without thought. “That was so hot!”

His heavy brows narrow as he bites back a smile. “What was?”

“You know you’re hot… stop.” I wet my lips and hook my hand into his.

“No, I don’t. What are you talking about?”

“Tonight,” I bite back a coy smile, “the whole thing with my ex and my mom and… the way you talked to me in the truck.” I puff my cheeks and blow out a breath as my clit throbs harder and harder. “I… I need you.”

He leans in and kisses the top of my head. “That’s an understatement. I’ve been needing you since the second we met. Let’s get you home. I want to take our time, make this special for you.”

“I can’t wait that long.” I tip up onto my toes and wrap my arms around his shoulders, breathing in the scent of pine on his skin. How does he smell so good? We’ve been marinating in lake water all night, but the man still smells like a proper lumberjack.A big, hot, muscular, inked up lumberjack that I want to climb all over.

He bends down, his gaze searching mine as though he’s trying to figure me out. “What are you suggesting?”

I smile wide and brush my lips against his before nodding toward the open room to the left of us.

“Don’t tempt me, honeybee. I’ve been holding back all day.” His lips meet mine with a growl deep in his throat.

“Yeah? What is it exactly that you’ve been holding back on?” An alarm goes off down the hall and footsteps approach. This is a small town, and there’s no real hospital here. Emergencies are triaged through the makeshift urgent care on the other side of the fire department. There are only three beds and two to three paramedics on staff at any given time. Someone is going to notice if a room is occupied unexpectedly, but I’m not sure I care.

Gunner grabs my arm and pulls me into the spare room, locking the door behind us before pulling the shade closed and pressing me up against the back wall. “You want to know what I’ve been holding back on?”

I nod, trying to control my breath as he drags his big, rough hand down over my shaking frame and peels the damp shirt from my skin.

He groans as he unhooks my bra and leans into my breast, sucking my nipples. The scratch of his beard and the warmthof his breath against my cool skin sets me on fire. “I’ve been holding back on stripping you down, kissing your body, and making sure you know who you belong to.”

“Oh my God,” I moan in his ear as I tug his jeans to the floor and stroke his giant cock in my hand. I want him in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I want to feel him everywhere. I want him spreading me wide, filling me up, covering me in come.

Who is this girl?

I bend my one good knee down to the ground, scratching my nails against his thighs as I lean into the swollen head of his cock and give it a kiss. I know he’s a lot older than me, I know he’s had more experiences, more time to figure life out, and I know we’ll have moments of adjustment, but I need him. I need him so badly. I press my lips tight around his dick. I’ve never been this close to anyone before and I have no clue what I’m doing, but when his fingers thread through my hair and I take him into my mouth, there’s a natural evolution of actions that takeover.

My lips squeeze over his throbbing cock, I take him into my throat, and I move my head back and forth, twisting my tongue in whatever direction gets me a reaction. He seems to like the slurping sounds and the noise I make when he’s too deep in my throat.

“Jesus, bee… don’t stop,” he groans loudly, moving my head back and forth at will. “Right there. Fuck…”

My clit throbs as he thrusts into my mouth and groans. New affirmations unlocked. Turns out, I’m the girl that wants to get praised. I’m the girl that wants a thick cock in my throat while a big, burly man tells me what a good job I’m doing.

“Good girl, honeybee. Suck my cock like a good little girl.” His tone is ragged and rough, and every word of praise drives me harder and faster until I’m gagging on his length. “I’m gonnafuckin’ come. You should stop. I need that pussy.” With hands on either side of my face, he presses me onto his cock one last time before pulling me off with a pop. He lifts me from the ground and tosses me onto the small hospital bed that sits a few feet away from the dark, shaded window.

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