Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Chapter Thirty-Two
Gideon
“Every single piece sold,” Lena says as we walk into her apartment. “I can’t believe it.”
Before she can say anything else, I spin her around and boost her up in my arms, pinning her against the door.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rebel.” I nibble her neck, breathing in the oranges that I missed so fucking much.
Christ, she feels like heaven in my hands.
“You killed me all night in this dress.”
Her thighs clench around my waist.
“You are so damn hot in a suit,” she says, and I set her down so she can work my jacket off, and then I pick her up again and carry her through to her bedroom. “But I need you out of it, big guy.”
“You can have anything you fucking want.”
We shed our clothes, and then I nudge her into bed, pull the covers over us, and tug her into my arms, where she hugs me so tight and buries her face in my neck, and I can feel the tears running over my shoulder.
“I missed you so much,” she says.
“I missed you too, baby.” I brush her hair back from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Now, I’m going to eat that delicious pussy, and make love to you, and I’m going to pound you into this mattress, and then I’m going to make love to you again, but first, I have a couple of things to say.”
“Can we do the pounding-into-the-mattress thing first?” she asks, batting her eyelashes, and it makes me truly smile for the first time in months.
“God, I fucking love your mouth.” I bite that lower lip. “And no. We need to talk. I need you to know why I didn’t come with you.”
“I know why,” she assures me. “I know you well enough to understand that you’re a soldier. You follow orders, Gideon, and my mother is your commander in chief.”
“Walking away was the single most horrific moment of my life, and I’m not exaggerating, Lena. I found my mother shot to death when I was a kid, and this was worse than that.”
Her eyes fill with so much sadness as she cups my face in her sweet hand and leans up to kiss my lips.
“It was pretty horrible waking up without you.”
Fuck.
I gently run my hand over her head.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
“A lot better. But I was disoriented, and I hurt everywhere, and all I wanted was you. I threw fits, I begged, and no one would tell me anything. It was five years ago all over again.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I have to pull her closer, so I tighten my hold, and she weaves her legs through mine.
“Finally, Bishop explained everything to me, and it actually made a lot of sense. I’m not mad, Gideon. Not at all. But you need to know that I have a flight plan for tomorrow. I’m going back to Montana, and you can’t get rid of me. My mom is aware. I’ll fight tooth and nail for you, because you’re everything. And you said that I could live with you for as long as I wanted. You can’t take that back.”
I kiss her forehead, and then her nose, love filling every pore of my body. “You’re coming home with me, Rebel. By this time tomorrow, everything will be back the way it should be.”
She relaxes in my arms, and then she curls into me again and takes a long breath.
“I love you, baby.”
Her head comes up, those gorgeous lavender eyes wide, and that bottom lip quivers, splitting my heart in two.
“I love you so much. Nothing works without you. I’ve been haunted by you, and I can’t stand the thought of being without you for another minute. My spreadsheets are shit, by the way.”
“You’re really bad at them. It might be the only thing you’re bad at.”
I nibble on the side of her mouth, and she purrs.
Fucking purrs.
And she’s naked, in my arms, and my hand roams down her back to her ass, pulling her against my hard-as-fuck cock.
“Oh, I really missed this,” she says with a moan. “Like, really missed it.”
Grinning, I kiss down her shoulder, then turn her onto her back and nibble her perfect nipples, tugging the metal into my mouth.
“Fuck, I missed these.”
She smirks, and then groans when my hand moves down between her legs and I glide my finger over that bundle of nerves that’s already hard and begging for my attention.
“You’re already fucking wet, baby.”
“One look at you was all it took,” she says. “I’ve been a quivering mess all night.”
With a growl, I spread her thighs wide and lower my face to her, lapping from her entrance to her clit and back down again. Fucking her with my tongue has never tasted so goddamn amazing.
“Gideon.” Her hands dive into my hair and fist there, pulling me closer as I lick and nibble. Two fingers join the party, and her back arches up beautifully.