My heart melts.
“I really do love you, Oak.”
“I know you do.” He brushes the sweat strands of hair away from my face. His eyes gaze down at me with such love and affection. It’s impossible to look away.
I offer my lips to him then, a sweet kiss with a hint of tongue that leaves me feeling all warm and gooey inside.
Slowly he eases out of me and I wince at the loss. I’m going to be so fucking sore but it’s so fucking worth it.
His come leaks from my pussy. “I’ve never thought I was this much of a possessive man, but seeing my come running down your thighs is the hottest and most right thing I have ever seen.”
And even after what we had just done my cheeks burn crimson.
Leaning down he presses a kiss to my ass cheeks before pulling up my thong and jeans for me. Turning me around by the hip he lays a soft kiss to my forehead as he zippers up my jeans.
I raise a brow at him. “You are aware your come is still dripping out of me?”
He smirks, eyes flashing with sex, sin and possessiveness. God, now I understand what the all the fuss about alpha men are about.
“Oh, I’m aware.” He buttons me up and squeezes my hips. “And Grace?” I look up at him expectantly. His ice blue eyes are soft, the then caress of his hand on my face is gentle. Vulnerability, it’s enough to even make a man like Oak seem penetrable. “I really do love you, too.”
Following his gesture I caress his face. His eyes close as a contented sigh slips pass his lips. He then leans into my touch.
Turning his head he kisses the inside of my hand and I swear it’s as if he’s kissing my heart.
“You know, you’re the only thing in my life I don’t feel guilty for.”
And now my heart lurches to my throat. The mist of tears creating pools at the brim of my eyes.
He swallows thickly. His own eyes beginning to gather moisture. He takes my face in both of his hands and rest his forehead down on mine. “I don’t believe in much; I never really did. And after what happened overseas I gave up on believing at all. But now. . .now I’m starting to see things differently, Grace.”
“How are you seeing things?” I whisper.
“I don’t believe that I survived because I was meant to and they weren’t. I refuse to believe that. But I do believe that I survived because I was meant to be on this path. And that path led me to you.”
“Oak,” I choke his name as tears fall down my cheeks.
“And I can’t feel guilty for that, Grace. I can’t feel guilty for finding you. I can’t feel guilty for having you in my life. And I will certainly not feel guilty for loving you.”
And I won’t feel guilty either.
I won’t feel guilty for how one of the worst days of my life also became one of my best.
Oak
“Is this necessary?” Crow sounds close to exasperated as he sits across from Snake and I at the diner with his elbows on the table and his fingers steepled.
After receiving a call from Crow stating there was a problem and he wanted to meet at neutral groundings I took the insurance policy of bringing Snake with me.
Is Crow a threat? No.
Can he become one? Absolutely.
He then glances over at Snake who is wearing a wicked grin upon his face while he strikes the match from the matchbox he always carries.
I lean back in my seat, keeping my face as stoic as his. “Did you really expect me to come here by myself? This could’ve been a set up for the feds to take me in.”
Crow tilts his head to the side. By the small, almost unnoticeable tick in his jaw I know he’s frustratingly annoyed with me. It’s his only tell. “I wouldn’t do that.”
