Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
When Jordan stops by to visit, he thanks me for getting her out of there. As if I had anything to do with it. All I did was stress her the fuck out. She did the work. I'm not sure if he's decided to lay off because of the situation or simply because Gabbi will murder him if he doesn't, but he stops threatening to send her to a convent.
He doesn't even threaten to leave pieces of my body scattered across the state this time. Instead, he extends a hand, gratitude in his eyes.
"Guess you won't be so bad after all," he mutters when I clasp it.
I grin, knowing exactly how much it cost him to tell me that. In his eyes, she'll always be the little girl he raised after their parents died. She'll always need her big brother looking out for her. But we're on the same team now, and I'm coaching this game.
"Welcome home," Gabbi whispers two days later, walking through the front door with her hand clasped in mine.
I glance around my place, grinning when I see the boxes of her shit stacked up against the wall. My teammates helped move her in while I was in the hospital. There wasn't even a big discussion about it.
I think we both realized out there exactly what we want, and we're both eager to get on with it. There's no need to wait to see how things go between us. I already know how they'll go.
She'll sass the shit out of me, and I'll dish it right back. We'll laugh and fuck and fill this place with love. And I'll defend her and our home as fiercely as I ever defended a goal.
That's my future now. That's what brought me back when she thought I was going to die. That's what I fought for out in the woods when my legs wanted to collapse, and I couldn't see straight. I fought for her. I fought for us.
I'll never stop fighting.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you, Temptation? You're the one moving in."
"Just trying it out," she says, shooting me a cheeky smile over her shoulder.
"Yeah?" I smirk, tugging her into my arms. "I've got something else you can try out."
"I swear to God, if you suggest sex right now, I may kill you."
"I wasn't," I lie.
"Mmhmm." Her eyes dance with humor as I hold my hands up, protesting my innocence.
"I was going to suggest we try out the bed by napping together, baby. You haven't had any more sleep than I've had lately."
"Oh, really?"
"Scout's Honor." I throw up a peace sign.
She buries her face in my chest, dissolving into laughter. "You're so full of it, Atlas Jacks."
"Yeah, but you love me anyway."
"Yeah," she whispers, her voice soft as she tips her head back to look up at me. Her feelings reflect in her eyes, shining like the two brightest stars in the sky. "I do."
Epilogue
Atlas
Five Years Later
"Gabbi, baby," I groan, writhing beneath her as she wraps her lips around the head of my cock, trying to suck my soul from my body. If anyone is capable of it, it's my wife. She's gotten damn good at taking me straight to heaven between those honey lips over the years.
Too good, maybe.
As soon as she gets her mouth on me, I'm ready to explode.
She hums around my cock, bobbing up and down as she takes me deep.
I lift my hips toward her mouth, too fucking greedy to stay still and let her lead. When it comes to her, taking control is just what the fuck I do. It's the only way I stand a chance in our bed.
She's a dirty little thing with the body of a goddess and zero inhibitions when it comes to me. There isn't a single thing we haven't tried over the years…except fucking in her brother's club, that is.
I'm still a possessive, jealous son of a bitch when it comes to her. I don't share. I never will.
She reaches between my legs to fondle my balls, sending my mind reeling.
I growl and toss her off me. She lands face down, squawking like an angry little bird. I know exactly how to soothe her ruffled feathers though.
I yank her hips up, tangle my hand in her hair, and thrust deep.
"Atlas!" she gasps, her head flying back.
"You better come fast, Temptation," I warn her. "Otherwise, you're going to be late for work."
"I can't be late," she moans, rocking back against me. "I have too much to do."
"Then come fast." I pound into her, fixated on the way her round ass bounces and claps with every thrust. Swear to Christ, every position with her is my favorite. She looks incredible from every angle, especially when I'm inside her.
"Don't make me late," she cries.
I consider making her late just to remind her that this is where she belongs. But she really will kick my ass if she's late again. It'll be the third time this week.