Page 17 of Jonny’s Redemption

“Say something, beautiful.”

“I love you.”

Jonny’s body went statue-still before he relaxed and all the oxygen whooshed out of my lungs when he collapsed on top of me.

“Thank fuck.”

I pinched my lips trying to hold back my hysterical laughter. Of all the things Jonny could’ve said, that was not what I’d expected. I failed miserably and with an unfortunate snort, the laugh bubbled to the surface. Jonny rolled to his elbow and stared down at me smiling. God, that smile. It was his eyes that had caught my attention. But the first time he’d smiled at me I’d been lovesick and every one since that first I fell harder.

His free hand came up and he brushed my hair from my face. Still smiling he said, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

His confession made my fingertips dig into his shoulders.

“I love you, too.”

In that moment I forgot all about the past, all the times I’d felt less-than and small. His words didn’t wipe my childhood clean, it was just that it no longer mattered. I would’ve endured thousands of more days being laughed at and made fun of if it led me to this moment lying next to Jonny, him looking at me as if I were precious.

I’d endure absolutely anything to be Jonny’s.

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Bobby moaned and her hips surged to meet his driving thrust. Jonny waited for it, listened, knew it was coming. So when her breath caught and the moan turned into a throaty whimper he knew she was there.

“Mouth, baby.”

Bobby struggled to right her head and when she did, instead of taking what he’d intended to take, he took something else—all that beauty under him. The feel of her wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass, her hands frantic on his back, her tight, unbelievably wet pussy clutching his cock, all of that so fucking phenomenal. But for Jonny, it was the way she arched her back trying to get closer. It was the way she held on like she never wanted to let go. It was the way she was looking at him like the rest of the world had been erased and all that was left was the two of them. Unmistakable love. Obvious desire. Her pleasure was on view—unhidden, wild, stripped-down, and on display.

Christ, amazing.

Jonny kept driving deep and listened as her excitement grew. A sound that fed his frenzy, his need, spurred him on.

“Yes,” she gasped and her pussy convulsed.

Jesus fuck.

“Goddamn perfection,” Jonny growled and let go.

He fucked her hard and fast through her orgasm. He kept fucking her until her moans turned into soft pants, and only then did Jonny join her. Eyes locked. Buried to the root. Pleasure pulsed, ricocheted, consumed. Heat ignited in his soul, radiated outward until the warmth consumed him. Jonny gave it a moment to wash over him. After he took that, felt it, memorized it.

Bobby Layne. All his.

All he needed to beat back the demons.

Just her.

Jonny couldn’t keep his eyes off Bobby. She was sitting outside on the deck, her head tipped back taking in the rays of the morning sun, coffee in one hand, her tablet in the other. He was standing in the doorway with his own cup of joe thinking he could stare at her for hours. Only he’d rather be doing it back home.

The only problem with that was if they went back, everyone would want a piece of her. She was tight with her girls; it was a rare occasion Jonny saw her without one of them at her side, or alternately with her phone to her ear, gabbing. She was also close with her girls’ men that meant if she wasn’t working for Genevieve, out with her posse, or on the phone with them, she was hanging out at Gemini Group. She’d say she hung out there so she could gossip with McKenna while she worked, but that wasn’t why. Bobby liked to be close to the people she cared about, she liked running to get them coffee, lunch, taking care of the guys any way she could. Doing that for her girls but also as a way to give back to the men who had become brothers.

Jonny liked all that said about the type of woman Bobby was. What he didn’t like was knowing the moment they got back to KC, both of them would be hounded. He knew his time was up, he needed to call Nix and check in. It would’ve been the right thing to do. His friends were worried about him, but he wanted time with Bobby. Like he’d told her—a week, just the two of them.

It was selfish. Jonny also didn’t give a shit. He was taking this time.

Those were his thoughts staring at his woman when his phone in his back pocket rang, disturbing the quiet moment. Bobby’s neck twisted and she smiled.

Good God, she was beautiful.

“You gonna get that?” she asked.