Page 22 of Sparrow's Grace

Son of a mother’s whore.

“The only thing that matters to me is your safety. If you weren’t in this car, I’d be answering them. But you’re precious cargo.”

Add on to what he just said and the bottom lip biting?

I didn’t say another word, because I was sure that what wanted to come out of my mouth would end up sounding like a blubbering mess.

What were those words you ask…?Can you please pull over, stick your dick in me and make me cum while you bite your bottom lip?

In fact, I was so focused on keeping my thighs clenched to ward off the tingling going on between my legs that I hadn’t even noticed that we had stopped in front of the diner I had been walking toward this very afternoon.

That was until I felt his fingers brushing along the underside of my jaw as he asked, “You okay?”

“What? Me? Huh? Oh yeah. Great. Perfect even,” I rushed out and then felt my face getting even hotter.

His reaction was nothing but a full-out laugh that had him clenching his stomach as tears formed in his eyes.

Grabbing the door handle, reaching for his kutte, while shaking his head and mumbling, “Fucking adorable.”

Once he shut the door and walked inside the diner, I finally let out a long breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding.

That man was…

Fire.

Dangerous.

Swoon-worthy.

Completely luscious.

Totally gorgeous.

And completely lickable.

But there was something in the back of my mind that caused me to worry and start thinking badly of myself. Could I be that kind of woman? The kind of woman that jumped from someone’s bed straight to another.

Granted, it has been months since I was with Deck.

And what we had… well, a girl has needs.

Would he treat me like Deck did? Or would what I could see in his eyes be the god’s honest truth… that he was the best man I have ever met?

They say when you meet someone, you can tell everything about them with one glance. Sure, it’s not a good thing to judge someone like you would a book cover. You have to read the fine print on the back of the book or on the inside cover. But it was in their eyes.

That was the telling tale.

And when I looked into Zeke’s eyes… I saw everything I wanted… and more…

Never in a million years did I believe he would ever treat me like Deck had. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how I know that… just that I do.

The soft touches, the concerning looks, the over-protectiveness, it was all there, written in his eyes.

Whispering into the cab of the SUV, I asked, “Please dear god, let him mean everything he said in the hospital. Fucking please.”

“Meant all that and more, Angel.” I jumped as I heard his voice through the open windows.

“Fucking hell, Zeke. Warn a girl, would you?” I snapped as I placed a hand over my rapidly beating heart. “How long have you been standing there?”

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