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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Knight
Yeah, I was a fucking dead man.
But if you asked me right then and there, I would have said I didn’t give a fuck.
Somehow in the back of my mind, I knew that we were an explosion just waiting to blow. As much as I tried to deny it and push my feelings away, I knew better.
And once Brass found out, I’d man the fuck up and pay the price. Even if it was disappointment. Which I suspected would make me feel worse than the wrath of his anger.
How could the best thing in my life also be the worst?
Not that it had anything to do with her. No, not a fucking thing about her was disappointing. It was more of what she was and not who.
A club princess who’s dad could have my balls in a split second. And I doubted he would hesitate to do just that, once I told him. Which was the plan, because I didn’t want him to find out any other way. I respected the man enough to let him know it was me who planned to defile his daughter over and over again.
Okay, maybe I wouldn’t put it that way, but it was the basic point.
Because now that I’d had a taste of her on my tongue, there was no way I could walk away from her.
It wasn’t just the thought of sinking myself into her, though. It was the fact that when I touched her I didn’t want to ever stop. And when I kissed her, she kissed me back as if her life depended on it. When she looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that existed. And in her eyes, I saw love.
Sure, it scared the hell out of me, but only because I was pretty sure she could see the exact same thing when she looked into mine
This had been years in the making. Hell, a lifetime in the making. And I was stupid to try and resist it. Seeing that now, though, didn’t make this situation any better.
We had things we needed to say. To talk about. Things that I knew we were both holding back. I was smart enough to know that we couldn’t move forward until we dealt with the past. The thing I wanted the most was to start this with eyes wide open for both of us. I wanted her to know my reasons for why I did what I did and that no matter how far away I had been from her, she was always there with me. I hadn’t forgotten her and I had a good idea that was what she’d thought all these years.
I blew out a harsh breath as my fingers held on tighter to her sleeping body. I was tired but my fucking dick was screaming angry words at me. I didn’t know how long I lay there lost in thought and the damn thing still wouldn’t go down. But it wasn’t like I could do anything about it now.
For one, I wasn’t about to move. There was no way that anything could take me away from this bed and the beautiful angel sleeping in my arms.
And two, I wasn’t about to pull my shit out right there and start jacking it. That was just some creepy shit right there and I wasn’t one of those people.
So, it looked like I was just going to have to grin and will it to go to sleep unsatisfied.
A few hours later, when I felt something warm and wet on my cock, made me wonder if I was having one of those very real, very vivid dreams. The kind that I didn’t want to wake from. The kind I might actually dirty my sheets from.
There was moaning. Was that from me? No, because not only had I heard it, I felt it shoot straight through my dick.
This wasn’t a dream.
My eyes shot open and my head lifted up. Words escaped me as I watched the top of Gwen’s blonde hair bob up and down just under the covers that somehow hid most of the show. It was that moment her eyes looked up and met mine. Those fucking deep blue orbs did me in. They always had.
She released my dick from her mouth, taking a moment to slide her tongue up the length of my shaft from root to tip. Never had I seen something so sexy in my entire life.
My brain tried to reason with me. Tried its hardest to get me to stop this. I’d said things last night that I really fucking meant and I needed to stick to that because it was really fucking important to me.
“Gwen,” I managed to croak out.
And you know what she did? Fluttered her lashes at me as she moved to take me in so deep I felt her throat tighten around the head of my cock.
“No, baby. Fuck.” I tried tapping her head like I was trying to tap out or some shit. I told my self to focus as she ignored my attempt to get her to stop. And, no, the fact that I called her baby didn’t escape me. “We need to talk. I mean it, Gwen.”
Her head pulled back and she released me with a loud pop.
“So talk. But I’m not stopping,” she said like it was that easy for me to do.
