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“What happened then?” I ask.
She lets out a sigh. “I don’t know why he didn’t find me for five years, but I’m glad he didn’t. It gave me time to start a career, buy a house, and live.”
“Until now,” I murmur.
“He appeared. And I know what he is capable of, Lance, which is why I ran. I know that you would die to protect me. That the others would, too. And I couldn’t let that happen, not to anyone. I couldn’t let anyone get hurt because of me.”
When she says it like that, as the tears stream down the side of her face, I can’t be angry with her, not anymore. I fucking want to be, but I can’t be. Abused for five years and chased for another five. That’s ten years of being scared.
“I would die to protect you, Reese. And I would be proud to, but that won’t happen.”
“How can you promise that?” she whispers, her voice trembling.
My fingers flex against her throat, and I give her what I hope appears to be an easy smile. She doesn’t meet my smile with one of her own, but she doesn’t need to; I can see the hope behind her eyes.
That hope, it’s right there, begging to be freed, and I’m going to ensure that it is.
That every part of her is free.
Shifting forward, I touch my mouth to her lips, closing my eyes before I speak, feeling the warmth and softness of her mouth with each word spoken.
“I am making you that promise, buttercup, because I am your man. Nobody touches you. Nobody touches my baby. It is just the way of the world—of my world… of our world.”
I feel her cool fingers touch the side of my cheek, and then her exhaled breath washes over my face. “I do not deserve this kindness, not after what I did.”
I lift my head and look into her eyes, searching them. The small amount of hope is gone. She’s watching me, waiting for me, with nothing other than fear in her gaze. Wearing that fear and even smelling like it.
“You think that I don’t understand being scared in my life? That I don’t understand other people taking a fucking hit for me? I do. But running isn’t the answer, not from the people who love you.”
“Love me?” she asks on a whimper.
She’s fishing for that from me, or maybe I’m just hoping she is. It’s me who is filled with hope this time around. Touching my mouth to hers again, moving so close that my chest presses against the side of her soft, warm body, I tell her what I’ve known for months.
“Love you, Reese,” I say. Her breath hitches, but I don’t stop speaking. “When I say you’re mine, it’s not just because I want to keep you all to myself. It’s because I love you. Figured you knew that shit.”
She hiccups, but she doesn’t speak. I slip my tongue inside of her mouth, swirl it around once, then lift my head, my gaze finding hers, and I smile. She’s got tears running down the side of her face again. I release the hand that has been grasping her neck and wipe the tears from her face with the back.
“I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to know either. Love makes it real.”
As she speaks, she places her hand on my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. Then she climbs on top of me, straddling my hips, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of me. I can see her perfectly small round bump and her larger tits better this way.
It’s not a bad angle at all, and my cock behaves accordingly. Reese places her palms on my pecs, her gaze searching mine, her lips pressed together, and not a single word is spoken between us for a long moment.
I curl my fingers around her hips, feeling her flesh beneath my touch. I missed it a hell of a lot when she was gone. Two fucks were not enough to make up for the months she was away from me.
Grazing my fingers at the apex of her thighs, I slip them between us, finding her clit. “Lance,” she breathes.
I hum as I begin to play with her. My fingers slide through her folds, circling her clit, then do it a second time before two dip inside of her and begin the delicious torture all over again. I watch as her eyelids flutter closed and her lips purse.
“You love me, buttercup?” I ask.
She begins to rock her hips to the motion of my fingers. Gnashing my teeth together, I don’t stop, though I’m ready to be inside of her. I have to know if she feels the same way or if I’m going to continue to live up to my road name.
Reese’s eyes open, her lips curve up into a small smile, and she arches backward, her hands leaving my chest as her fingers curl around my thighs. She fucking rides my fingers just like she would my dick. It’s goddamn gorgeous.
But what she doesn’t do is answer me.
She’s close. Just a single swirl around her clit with a light pinch would send her over the edge, but she hasn’t answered me. So, instead of doing what I know she would absolutely fucking love, I do what I know she would absolutely fucking hate.
