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)
“I want you to soak my face, Rebel.” I pull her clit into my mouth and suck, and she comes apart, her pussy squeezing my fingers.
Before she can come down from the high, I cover her and push inside that wet heat, groaning as I tip my forehead to hers.
“Fuck, baby.”
Her arms circle my neck, her legs hitch up on my thighs, and I’m buried balls deep, afraid to move.
“I love you too, big guy,” she whispers against my lips, and that’s all it takes for me to start thrusting hard and fast, unable to get enough of her.
“You’re so damn perfect.” I’m hammering into her, unable to be gentle. “Christ, I missed you.”
She moans, and I know she’s almost there.
“You’re going to give me another one, Rebel.” I bite her neck, and she clenches down on me. “Come on, gorgeous, come on my cock.”
“Oh shit!”
She takes me with her. I’m unable to hold back, and I come inside her, filling her until I’m leaking out of her, and then I pull out and walk into the bathroom to fetch a warm cloth to clean her up.
When I pull her into my arms again, she lays her head on my chest and ghosts her fingers through my chest hair.
“Can we go home tonight?” she asks, tilting her head back to look up at me. “Can’t we just go?”
Dragging my fingers down her cheek, I smile at her. “I can make some calls, but it’s past midnight. Let me make love to you for the rest of the night, and we’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
Lena smiles softly. “That sounds like a good compromise to me.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Lena
“You’re home!” Willow comes running from the kitchen, her arms outstretched, but Ryker got to me first and has me in a hard hug that makes it hard to breathe. “Oh, thank God you’re home.”
She doesn’t pull me away from her husband—she just wraps her arms around both of us and squeezes.
“Gid, get in here,” Willow says, and then I’m in the middle of a James family group hug.
It’s so fucking nice.
“I’m so glad you’re finally home,” Willow says. “We have so much to talk about and so many things to do. Now that you’re not in jail here at the ranch—”
“She was never in jail,” Gideon says with a scowl.
“—we can go shopping in Missoula, and we can go to Seattle to watch Aiden play. We’re going next week.”
I grin up at Gideon, whose eyes are soft and pinned to me. I spent the whole flight in his lap. We had to take the private jet for security purposes, and he held me all day.
He hasn’t stopped touching me since he found me at the show last night.
“I’m so excited to see Aiden play,” I tell them, and then go to follow Willow into the kitchen, but Gideon takes my hand, tugging me in the other direction. “Where are we going? We just got here.”
“We’ll come back,” he assures me, sharing a smile with Ryker. “But I need a little bit of your time before I share you with them for the rest of the day.”
I roll my eyes but follow Gideon out of the house and down to his SUV, and he drives me to the house. We haven’t been here yet. We stopped by to see Wills and Ryker as soon as we pulled onto the property.
“You want to unpack first?” I ask him. “I mean, that’s pretty strict, but okay.”
“Keep running your mouth, Rebel.” He kisses the top of my head and opens the door for me, and my heart stutters.
Because there in the living room is the biggest bouquet of red roses I’ve ever seen. It smells amazing.
“One for every day you were gone,” he says, hugging me from behind.
We walk through the house to the back deck, and he leads me outside. It’s cold as hell out here, but I love the crisp air as it fills my nose, and I take in all the snow blanketing the trees, the mountains. The frozen lake is so beautiful, it brings tears to my eyes.
I missed this so much.
“I knew it would be gorgeous. God, how do you not just stand here and stare all day?”
I turn, and then gasp when I find him down on one knee, holding a diamond ring that has the tears falling down my cheeks.
“You are the reason my heart beats, Lena. You’re literally my favorite person on this earth and the greatest treasure in my life.”
I sniff and brush a tear aside, listening to every beautiful word coming out of his mouth.
“You borrowed my name for your art, but I’d like to give it to you, permanently. I’ll give you anything you want, baby. Marry me.”
Cupping his face, I lean in and rest my lips on his, brushing them back and forth.