Page 119 of Chosen Road

“What’s the matter?”

“We’ll talk about it later.” He stalked toward me, dipped and dropped a hard kiss on my mouth, then stood tall, his eyes intense. “I want you to get ready.”

My mouth dropped. “Get ready?” I whispered.

He passed me the shopping bag I had assumed was food. He said again, in a tone that brooked no argument, “Get ready.”

“Get ready,” I echoed in a whisper, anticipation uncoiling in my womb.

I took the bag and backed up towards the bedroom, unable to turn away from his frowning countenance as his eyes followed me out of the room. As soon as I rounded the corner, a lightning bolt of happiness struck me.

I spun and flew to the bedroom, peeking into the bag as I ran, and slammed straight into the door.

“Amber?” He yelled in panic.

“No! Don’t come! I’m okay!” I began to laugh. “I wasn’t looking where I was going…too excited…tried to run through the door like Wile E. Coyote…” I relayed the information between guffaws and heard his answering chuckle from the other room.

“You sure you’re okay? I can’t fuck you with a concussion,” he teased.

“Gus, I don’t care if I slip into a coma, you better come through for me!” I laughed again and opened the door this time before stumbling through, then stopped in shock. Gus had been here already. I looked around, feeling my core flood.

In the bathroom I shed my clothes and slipped into the scraps of lace Gus purchased, according to the receipt, forty minutes ago.

As I scrambled around the tiny bathroom, I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror. Flushed cheeks, dancing eyes, my hair a glorious mess, I grinned at myself in the mirror. In the bottom of the bag was a hairbrush and hair tie, and I shivered as I scraped my hair up into a high ponytail, the bristles sliding across my scalp a tactile reminder of what was coming.

Kneeling in the middle of the bed, finding my calm place, I waited. When he came in the door, I met him with a wide smile, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

His countenance had transformed from feral to determined, and I prepared to joyfully give myself over to him.

He held out his hand for me, and I placed my hand in his as he led me off the bed to the middle of the room before circling behind me.

Lightly wrapping his fingers around my ponytail, he ran his fist down the length of my hair to the bottom and my head dropped back. The gentle tugging as he wrapped it around his fist had a low moan breaking from my lips. I tightened my thighs together to ease the ache at their slippery apex.

He chuckled darkly in my ear. “Spread your legs. Only I ease that pussy.”

I swallowed hard and immediately complied.

Tugging my head to the side, exposing the length of my throat, he tucked his face into my neck and breathed deep. He ran his tongue down the length of my neck from the tender point behind my ear to my shoulder, then scraped his teeth along the same path on the way back, sinking his teeth into me gently at the curve.

“Ah,” I breathed out.

Gus released me quickly, and I swayed on my feet. His hand shot out to steady me at my elbow. Stepping to my side, he ran his hand down the length of my spine to the curve of my hip, over the new roundness of my ass, before anchoring me with his palm low over my womb. With his pinky finger barely grazing the top of my mons, he held me while his other hand slipped underneath the teeny panties to run his fingers along the crevice of my ass before firmly squeezing my cheek.

I moved to turn to him, but he stopped me. “Keep your hands at your sides.”

Stepping around in front of me, he tipped my chin up so that I met his eyes. His mouth quirked to the side at what he found there. “You’re already a bit hazy.” He pinched my chin, and I sharpened my gaze on him.

“I’m asking for your trust.”

Tears came to my eyes. That was the exact question he asked me the fourth time we slept together, the night he introduced me to who and what he was. I smiled and nodded.

He shook his head sharply, still holding onto my chin. “No, Amber. I’m asking for your trust. You said it was a decision. I’m asking you to decide.”

Chapter 39: Reclaiming

Amber

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