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I love him.
I haven’t told him. Somewhere deep inside, I fear this is all a dream, and he’ll come to his senses and remember he doesn’t want a happily ever after with me. The high from the blessedly overwhelming orgasm he just gave me fades with my reality check.
When a man shows he has no mercy, you should believe him.
STANDING TO GET NAKED, I WATCHmy Angel go from pure bliss to saddened certainty of whatever her inner voice is telling her. Barefoot, shirtless and my jeans undone, I lean over her, hands planted on either side of her head. “Don’t listen to your doubts, Angel.” Her shocked expression has me grinning. “I know you. I know the men in your life always let you down in a big way.” I sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand down her body to rest on our baby. “I know I’ve fallen in that piece-of-shit category, but not anymore.” Our eyes meet when I look up from where my hand rests. “I love you, Frankie. I always have. I pushed you away with my asshole ways to save you from my broken ass.” I shake my head, knowing I need to lay it all out there. “But I also kept myself from you out of fear. You represent all the things I was afraid to want. Like yours, my father was a…” I don’t really want to get into his sins. “I don’t know anything about being a father or a husband, but I’m willing to give it my all with you. Not only becauseyouwant it, but becauseIwant it too.”
“What if you change your mind?”
“Not happening. You know once I commit, I don’t give up.”
“Black or white.”
I press my smile to her unconvinced lips. “I’m looking forward to exploring the gray with you.” Nose to nose, our eyes lock, and the love I have for her soothes that ache in my chest I always felt when she was around. “I came back for you, Angel. I didn’t know about the baby, but now that I do, I’m still here for you. The baby is a bonus, not the prize.Youare my prize, my grand championship title win, my now, my tomorrow, my forever after.”
Her worried eyes glisten with new hope, and a smile spreads across her lips, lighting her up. “I love you, Gabriel.”
Jesus, fuck.I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut, never expecting those words to carry such a punch.
I’m tense and shaking, reeling from the words I never thought I’d hear when a soft hand caresses my cheek and warm lips press to mine. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss with a slide of her tongue teasing my lips. My tension fades and my cock returns to life. “I love you.”
Her hands grip my shoulder, demanding I reduce the space between us, so I do. Her mouth is back on mine, coaxing mine open, where she breathes into me, “I love you, Gabriel Stone. You may have shown me no mercy all those years you were trying to keep me away. But now that I have you, I’m going to love you with no mercy.” She kisses me hard and deep, forcing her words down my throat, and I groan, gripping her tight and kissing her just as intensely.
Though I’m panting and ready to fuck her into tomorrow, she pulls back. “You hear me?”
Her stealing my line makes me chuckle. “Yeah, Angel, I hear ya.”
Finally naked, I carefully situate myself between her legs, my weight braced on my forearms bracketing her shoulders, her head captured in my hands. I kiss her slow and easy, taking my time. I wanted to fuck her. Now, I want to make love to her with the soundtrack of her confession of love echoing in my head.
When she’s squirming, begging me with her body and plaintive cries, I enter her gradually, inch by inch.
“More, Gabriel,” she pleads.
“I want to love you, Angel.” I kiss along her jaw, flexing my hips, casually going deeper each time.
She grips my ass and tightens her legs around my hips. “Love me next time. Fuck menow.”
We lock eyes. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’ve missed you. I need you to show me you missed me too.”
Her words hit me hard. She needs my passion, my pain, my longing for her, my wanting to love her so hard she can’t walk for a week. “But the baby?”
“Survived a fall down the stairs. He’s good.”
“He?”
She shrugs. “Or she.”
She? A girl?The weight of being a father to a girl seems so much heavier than a boy. I know boys. Girls? They hold the mysteries of the world. What would I teach a girl?To stay the fuck away from boys.
“Gabriel?”
“Yeah, Angel.”
“Fucking, remember?”
“Yeah, baby, I remember.” I put my thoughts of fatherhood aside and take the time to appreciate how my Angel’s body has changed.
