Page 17 of Savage

I sat down without answering him. “So, what happened after I left?”

His jaw tightened as his eyes shut. “I didn’t know how to control all the rage I had inside—and my dad had just died. He passed not long after you left.”

Confusion filled my head. “What? I thought your parents died when you were a baby?”

His lips pursed. “I lied to you.”

My stomach knotted up and my eyes dropped to my feet. “Oh.”

“My mom died years ago when I was just a baby. I told you that, and it was the truth, but my dad…”

The lump in my throat grew at the pain in his voice and I forced my gaze up, looking over at his expression. He was staring into the palms of his hands.

“He was in a nursing home when we met,” he continued when I didn’t say anything. “Before that, he was an alcoholic—among other things. He had a lot of health problems because of his lifestyle choices, but then dementia set in early. He started falling apart, getting violent and shit. I stayed with Viper and his family. They helped me get him the help he needed and into the nursing home when it got real bad.”

My mind struggled to comprehend what he was saying. “Is that where you went when you said you were visiting their gravesite?” He never let me go with him, despite me wanting to show him my support.

He nodded. “Yeah, I just didn’t want you to know him, honestly. He wasn’t that great of a guy—and he got in trouble for his violence in the nursing home. I didn’t want to scare you, so I just shut you out. But… I was all he had.”

“And that’s why you couldn’t go with me.” The words came out of my mouth strained, tears threatening to form in my eyes.

“Yeah, that’s why.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me the truth, Gunner?”

He looked up at me with a tormented expression. “Because then you would’ve stayed.” His words hit me like a freight train running straight into my chest, and I found myself at a loss for words. “Hal, I loved you too much to ask you to stay. I couldn’t do that to you.”

Tears slipped from my eyes, and suddenly, I didn’t feel nervous at all in his presence, the murder conviction lost in the feelings fluttering up in my chest. His eyes were full of vulnerability and softness as they held mine. I slid down the booth and wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him. At first, he was stiff in my grip, but then his whole body relaxed, his head resting against my shoulder.

“I wanted the best for you, Hal. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

I nodded, running my hands through his silky hair. “I believe you.”

Gunner leaned back, forcing my arms to loosen. He studied my face briefly, the spark of tension rising. My inner thighs clenched as his nose brushed the tip of mine, his lips closing in. My heart jumped as they pressed to mine, a moan slipping through as his tongue dove into my mouth. All the hesitancy melted away as his fingertips slipped beneath the hem of my black pencil skirt.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he squeezed my upper thighs, his lips breaking our kiss to trail along my jaw to my neck. My hands found his hair again, fisting it as his fingertips brushed along the wetness of my underwear. No matter what my head thought about him, my body was always willing to let him have me.

“Oh.” I bit my lip as his thumb rubbed my clit through the silky material of my underwear. I panted, scooting forward on the pew, desperate to feel his fingers inside of me. However, all it did was drive my skirt further up my thighs.

He sucked my skin into his mouth, growling as he pulled his hands from me, taking the moment to push it all the way up around my hips, exposing my black thong. “You want me, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” I cried as he tugged my underwear off my hips.

A dark chuckle left his lips as he shoved the underwear into his pocket. “You’re not getting these back.”

A jitter of excitement rolled through my body, escaping in the form of more moisture oozing from my pussy. Gunner had a way of making me feel as though I was something to be worshipped, rather than just a body to be fucked. My hands flew to his belt, pausing to rub against his erection bulging against the black denim. His breath was hitched as he pulled a condom from his pocket.

“Do you think you can still make me cum from fucking me?” I dared him and his eyes lit up at the challenge.

“Stand up,” he barked just as his cock dropped free.

My mouth salivated at the sight of the swollen head. It was the biggest dick I had ever had inside of me, but I wasn’t about to stroke that ego of his. I stood to my feet and he spun me around, bending me over the pew.

“You’re so fucking stunning, baby,” he growled out above me, just before he slid his fingers between my wet folds. My legs trembled, loving the way he touched me. I heard the foil rip open, but before I could even glance back, he plunged deep inside of me.

My core fired with arousal as a soft moan escaped my lips. He slapped my ass, leaving a stinging sensation tickling my skin. I ground my ass against him, his cock hitting the right spot with every thrust downward into me. He knew exactly what he was doing—he hadn’t forgotten.

“You feel even better than I remember,” he groaned, his hips slapping into my ass with a quickened pace. “And I can’t wait to feel that tight little pussy cum around my cock.”

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