Page 76 of She Wolf

He swerves, just a tad, but it's enough to jolt the car. “Wha, What? You’d get married again?” His eyes hold so much emotion, so much love. So much hope.

I nod, because yeah, I want it all with him. Every bit of this life. Even if that scares me. Even if the doubt tries to get the better of me. I just want to be enough. I want Jack and I to be enough. I have to inwardly shake my head. Shake those poisonous thoughts away.

“Fuck, I want that, Coralie. I want to claim you in every way possible. I want everything. I want you to be my wife one day and I want you to be the mother of my kids.”

“You need to ask first though,” I tell him playfully.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’m gonna ask the shit outta you.”

I search the profile of his face but he’s deep in concentration. I think this is one of the best conversations I’ve ever had in my life. Knowing Gunner wants everything I do, is just so, well, everything. I just need to keep a hold of that thought. Of this feeling.

Without taking his eyes off the road he reaches his arm across the center console and links our fingers.

Don’t lose this feeling, I chant to myself.Gunner thinks you’re enough.

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Drifting off into a daydream, I take sips of the Big Gulp I made Gunner buy me at the last gas station.

“I’m going to pay for that, aren’t I? I should have bought you the smaller cup.”

“What? Why?” I asked shocked.

“Because you’re drinking it way to fast and are going to want to stop again.”

“Oh, well,” I rub my tummy. “I am starting to feel a little full. If you could stop at the next service station, I would appreciate it. If we hit traffic again…”

He hangs his head. “We’re never going to get there.”

“Well duh! This is a road trip. We’re supposed to take our time.”

“Yes. But we are supposed to be visiting cool shit, not every gas station we pass.”

“I—” I’m interrupted by a text on my phone. “Ha! Chloe needs to stop at the next one too.”

“Fine, but no more cherry coke for you until later, okay?” His eyes are fixed on the road and his fingers flex on the steering wheel. He wasn’t like this when we drove back from my parent’s house last Christmas—the longest amount of time we’ve been in a car together.

“Gunner, umm, you’re bossy on a road trip.”

“I’m not bossy Coralie. I’m desperate.”

My eyes light up. “Desperate? You need to go to the bathroom too?”

“No, Peaches. I need to fuck you—”

“Gunner!” I clasp my hand over my face and feel it redden at his words.

“Fuck you into next week and it’s starting to get late. We need to get Jack settled; he’ll be all hopped up on the Twizzlers I saw Anna covertly buy for him. He’s already asked if he can stay with Casey tonight and Anna said yes before Case could step in. So, it’s just you and me. And trust me, I need to get my fill because then it’s going to be blue ball central for the next couple of days.”

“Oh, wow okay then. I promise no more stopping after this. And don’t worry, I have no doubt Jack will spread himself around the rest of the group while we’re away, we’ll get a few nights just us.”

“Thank you. After I’ve made you come a few times, I’ll go buy you all the cherry soda you want from a vending machine, okay?”

“Fine by me, Gunner Grey.”

He growls and mutters ‘siren’ under his breath.

Eventually we do stop, ambling out of the cars, my fingers crossed for there to be at least toilet paper in these ones.

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