Page 63 of Sparrow's Grace

Why didn’t I go after the back tire since the car was a rear-wheel drive? Because had I taken out the back tire, the car would have run smack dab into Savannah.

And there was no way that I was going to allow her to be hurt again on my watch.

With the fucker’s car sitting still and no longer moving, I replaced my piece, gave the motherfucker my back, and then headed to the car.

Sliding into the still-open door, it was to hear the sweetest sound ever, but I was still pissed off.

I narrowed my eyes at her, “You’re fucking giggling right now?”

A fucking snort came from her lips as she asked, “How much do you want to bet that he peed in his pants?”

I shook my head and looked at her, “You’re not mad at me?”

She sobered, then scowled at me, “Why the hell would I be mad at you? I would have said something too.”

“Yeah, so fucking planning to ask you to marry me again.”

She giggled, then slapped my arm. “Onward sir. Mama wants clothes.”

And seeing a different side of her since we had our talk at the clubhouse, I smiled.

Then I drove my woman to get her clothes.

Savannah

When I stepped out of the fitting room, I looked at Zeke, then asked, “What do you think?”

He looked at me and then said, “Do a spin for me?”

I did the spin for him in the new maternity dress.

Then he got up and prowled over to me, “Think they’ll mind?”

I looked up at him, confused, “Mind what?”

He smiled devilishly, then he backed me up into the fitting room, locked the door, and looked down into my eyes. “Are you sore?”

At first, I was confused as to why he was asking me that, well, that was until I caught the heat in his eyes, therefore I shook my head.

He grinned, “Turn around, baby, place your hands on the wall.”

I did as he asked.

Then he lifted my dress up, and I heard him groan, “Fuck me. This ass. Get you there with me, taking this perfect ass.”

I moaned and felt the wetness between my legs.

Seconds later, as his fingers dipped inside, I knew he felt it too.

Then, with his hands on my hips to keep me still, he whispered harshly, “Going to dive home, hard, you ready, baby?”

I nodded.

Then he drove home, and holy fucking Christ.

I didn’t even try to hold in the scream when he hit that certain spot deep inside of me.

After I screamed his name, “Zeke!” he started to pound into me harder.

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