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His kisses are always so slow and thorough. He takes his time to explore my lips with his. I distantly feel his arousal growing against my leg and it stokes the flames of mine. He breaks our kiss and uses his hard head to push mine aside and kiss the side of my neck.
He bites it gently and returns to my mouth.
“Give me your tongue, redbird,” he murmurs.
My hips rise, rubbing against his body. I part my lips as his distracted eyes find my mouth. He dips down and captures the tip between his teeth. I feel his saliva slip into my mouth and I swallow without thinking. Our mouths draw apart and our eyes connect.
He’s fucked up for me, just like Westin said he was.
“Do you want to be Keira Stowe or Sovereign?” he asks.
My breathe comes out in a slow shudder. He doesn’t know how much it means to me that he’s letting me choose. Clint just forced my hand down on the paper, his grip firm on my lowerback. He took my name before I had a chance to realize what he’d done.
I never wanted to be a Garrison. But I do want to belong to Gerard Sovereign.
My dry lips part.
“Get me a ring and I’ll be Keira Sovereign forever,” I whisper.
He rumbles, moving to lay halfway atop me. His body is so heavy and it presses me down into the mattress. His knee shifts and I let out a little gasp as it lifts enough I can breathe. His hips move, gently humping against mine. He’s got a satisfied, drunk expression in his heavy eyes.
“I can’t you pregnant tonight, redbird, but let’s practice.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
GERARD
The world gets smaller in the dead of winter.
We can’t bring the trucks out until the snow has been cleared from the road. We spent all summer preparing for this though, so it doesn’t matter. The freezers and cupboards are packed with food. We have enough gas and fuel to last till spring. Everyone on Sovereign Mountain hunkers down and slips into the slow wait until the first scent of spring touches the air.
Keira loves comfort and she thrives in winter. I find her curled up in the bedroom window wrapped in blankets. Hot coffee and a stack of books nearby.
She naps every afternoon in our bed because I keep her up late at night. She stays up till past midnight, usually cuffed in leather, on her knees. Letting me fuck her and force orgasms from her body until she collapses with exhaustion.
She’s had a hard life, and I can give her comfort and pleasure.
So I do. More than she could ask for.
At the end of the month, I manage to get to South Platte to pick up an order I’ve had waiting for me since October. It sits silently in the passenger side of my truck all the way home. A flat cardboard box with her initials in silver across the top.
KS.
Except this time, the S isn’t for Stowe.
She’s out in the barn with Angel and Westin when I get back. I asked Westin to distract her and he dropped the bomb on me that he has something he’s been waiting to tell Keira for a few weeks. Apparently Angel is pregnant, expecting in the spring. I slip past the barn door and head into the house, knowing Keira is completely distracted in the barn. Probably clinging to Angel’s neck with tears running down her face.
Westin won’t know how the fuck to deal with that.
The corner of my mouth turns up as I ascend the stairs. I love that she’s soft and her tears flow easily. All the cruelty she endured didn’t scar her the way it did me. She still feels everything to the fullest.
In the bedroom, I lay the package down and flip the lid. Inside is a little wooden box with the SMR logo burned into the top. It’s tiny in my hands as I flip the lid open and reveal the ring I ordered back in October.
It’s a diamond, the shade of the ferns that grow in the mountains, by the edge of the lake. The tall stone is surrounded by little diamonds that glitter like the stars on the bridle of the painted horse.
I knew it was the one for her the minute I laid eyes on it. The shade of green is beautiful against her auburn hair. I’m not sure how to explain myself, but it just looks like the ring of a beautiful woman.
And my redbird is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
