Chapter Eight
Gabriel
A thrill shot through me as she pulled in the driveway, but it quickly disappeared when I saw her face.
She stormed past me, anger radiating from her flushed skin. While it was sexy as hell to see her riled up, my protective instincts outweighed the urge to fuck the scowl off her face.
She spun to face me, and every muscle in my body tightened with rage. Bruises were forming on her arm from the prick grabbing her. A ringing sound roared in my ears, momentarily blocking out her voice. My vision darkened around the edges, fury invading every cell of my body.
A war commenced inside me. My heart wanted to soothe her distress while every other part of me wanted to kill the motherfucker who dared to touch her.
My heart won the battle, proving her needs will always come first.
Once she went home, I called Eric. He listened intently as I recounted what happened.
“I want Trevor watching her at all times.” This isn’t a solution to the problem, but I want her protected when I’m not around.
“Done. I’ll let him know now. Anything else you need from me?”
“Find him.”
Eric hums his agreement. “Yes, sir.”
As I enter the bathroom, I call Eric.
“Boss.”
“Black SUV has been parked across from her house all day. Trevor didn’t fucking notice?”
Eric and Trevor are good men, and I trust them both, but I’m pissed neither said a fucking word to me about it. I’m also pissed at myself, since I didn’t notice it when I got here.
She consumes all my senses, and I can’t afford to have tunnel vision with her ex back in town and Johnson up to no good. I need my guys on high alert.
“We know about the SUV. Trevor couldn’t get the tag number to run the plates without blowing his cover.
Brooke’s been at the window multiple times today, and we didn’t want to alarm her.
He’s watched the vehicle all day and nothing has happened.
Someone is watching her, Gabe. I need those fucking numbers. ”
Sighing deeply, I’m grateful Trevor stayed hidden. I don’t want Brooke to know he’s watching her, but I also don’t want him putting himself in harm’s way until we know what we’re dealing with.
I doubt Brian is behind this. He’s a fucking moron.
I’m more concerned about this being a move by Johnson.
Calling out the tag number, I tell him to let me know as soon as he gets any information. Ending the call, I jump in the shower, my brain replaying everything that’s happened today. It’s no coincidence she runs into her ex after two years, and someone is stalking her house the same day.
I can’t see the damn connection, though.
The clicking of the bathroom door pulls me from my thoughts. The light sound of clothes hitting the floor drifts to my ears. The shower door opens and my breath hitches, my eyes roaming the naked goddess before me.
“Mind if I join you?” She’s hesitant.
“Get your sexy ass in here.” As soon as she steps in, I grip her hips, pushing her against the tile wall. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She closes her eyes, tipping her head back against the wall. “This has been a weird ass day. The shit with Brian and now someone’s watching my house. I’m trying not to worry, but I can’t help it.”
“Look at me.” Her eyes snap to mine. “You have nothing to worry about. You’re mine, and I’ll protect you. You’ll let me know if the SUV comes back. You’ll let me know if you see Brian again. I’ll take care of it.”
She exhales, nodding her head. “I’m sorry this is happening. My life hasn’t had a hint of drama since divorcing him. I meet you and my past comes back to haunt me. If it’s too much, I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to break…” Her voice trails off and she doesn’t finish.
Red. I see fucking red.
Gripping her chin with my fingers, I grind my teeth, barely holding myself together.
She gasps, no doubt seeing a side of me she isn’t familiar with.
“Listen to me closely because I’ll only say this once.
Be glad you didn’t finish that sentence.
I’m not going anywhere. Do you hear me? I’m yours as much as you’re mine. ”
She trembles in my hold, and I lean closer, pitching my voice low. “Do you know what it means when I’m yours, Brooke?”
She shakes her head, biting her plump bottom lip.
“It means, whatever comes your way, I’ll deal with it. Whatever happens to you, happens to me. Whatever you feel, I feel. Do you understand?” I don’t give her a chance to answer.
She whimpers as I devour her mouth, a kiss so brutal, our teeth clash. Forcing my tongue into her mouth, she shivers, and I want nothing more than to show her just how much she owns me.
But I pull away, knowing we’ll be interrupted by the food delivery person in a few minutes. “Finish your shower. We’ll eat and I’ll spend the rest of the night showing you why we belong to each other.”
“Okay.” She whispers against my lips.
As I slip on a pair of gray sweats, there’s a knock at the door.
Looking through the peephole, I see the food delivery woman. When I open the door, her jaw drops, and she openly stares at my chest and abs.
Brooke steps up beside me, taking in the woman’s reaction. I thrust some cash her way without saying a word, and her hand fumbles to take it.
I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
No chance, lady. I’m owned by the fucking goddess standing next to me.
Brooke grabs the bag of food from the woman’s hold, shoving it against my stomach.
“Close your fucking mouth! He’s taken and you have terrible manners!
” Her confidence surprises me as she slams the door in the woman’s face.
She spins around, narrowing her eyes. Poking her finger in my chest, she scowls.
“You don’t answer the door without a shirt on! ”
Both my chest and my cock swell at her jealousy, and I’m incapable of hiding a grin. She’s hot as fuck when she claims me, and I need to see more of her fire.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” She snaps, her eyes now tiny slits.
“I’m sorry, baby. I won’t answer the door anymore unless I’m fully clothed.” I chuckle, and I know I’m in trouble.
She rips the bag from my hand and slams it on the counter. Gripping my wrist tightly, she pulls me into the living room, pushing me down on the couch. I blink in surprise when she bends over, sliding my sweatpants down, just enough for my hard cock to spring free.
She straddles my hips, tugging her shirt over her head. It hits the floor silently, and I forget how to breathe.
Fuck.
No matter how many times I see her naked, it takes my breath away every damn time.
She grips my wet hair with her fingers, hovering her dripping pussy above my waiting cock. In my next breath, she drops herself onto my length, taking me to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck!” The words tear from my throat as she screams, digging her nails into my scalp.
Circling her hips, she grinds her clit against me, moaning my name. I grip her soft hips, needing something to hold on to while she fucks me like she hates me. If this is my punishment for not wearing a shirt, I’ll answer the door fucking naked next time.
She rolls her hips faster, and I struggle to hold back my release. Her perfect tits bounce in my face, and I suck a hard nipple between my lips. She whimpers, and I move to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Her pace quickens as she rushes us towards the finish line.
She hasn’t kissed me.
The fuck?
Wrapping my fingers around her delicate throat, I jerk her face to mine. “You better fucking kiss me, now.”
She whimpers, crashing her lips to mine, and I grab one ass cheek with my free hand. Pinning her against me, she grinds her hips, crying out with how deep I am inside her. “I’m so close, Gabriel.”
My entire body tightens, threatening an explosion my cock may never recover from. “Take it, baby girl. Fucking punish me.”
She clenches around me, and I’m suddenly light-headed and struggling to breathe.
She’s ruining me with her sweet torture, destroying the man I was before her.
“Gabriel!” She screams, her sweet cunt squeezing me so tightly, my eyes roll back in my head.
She slams down again, grinding against me, drawing out her release while I plunge over the edge with her name on my lips.
Lifting my hips, I drive inside her as deep as I can, filling her with my cum, the force of it like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
She collapses on my chest, our ragged breaths the only sound in the room.
Opening my eyes, I gaze down at the woman lying on top of me.
Every day she lets go a little more, giving herself the freedom to live life the way she wants to.
She’s beginning to take what she wants with no apologies.
I’m in awe of her, and I feel the shift in my chest when she snuggles deeper, wrapping her arms around my waist.
I’m falling in love with her.
The realization should scare me, but it doesn’t. Everything about this feels right. I know it’s soon, so I’ll keep it to myself for now. “Let me feed you, angel.”
She wiggles closer, but she doesn’t respond.
“You need to eat and then we’ll call it an early night.” I had plans tonight with all the things I wanted to do to her body, but none of them would’ve topped what just happened.
She raises her head, exhaustion etched into her features. “Food, then bed.”
Chuckling, I hold her steady as she reaches for her shirt before sliding off my lap.
Once I’m up, I lead her to the bedroom, grabbing the bag of food from the counter on our way.
She settles on the mattress, crossing her legs with a sleepy grin.
I hand her a to-go plate with a fork and a few napkins.
I ordered some lasagna from an amazing Italian café in town.
“What do you want to drink, baby?”
She looks up with a sweet smile. “Sit down and get your food out. I’ll get us something.”
Shaking my head, I remove the other plate from the bag and set it on my side of the bed. “You’re not moving. What’ll it be?”
Rolling her eyes, she grins. “Water is fine.”