“If you don’t, we’re going to end up having sex again, instead of talking out all our issues.”
Izzy grins, closing the lid on the food, then stretching to set it on the floor. She turns to face me, moving to straddle my lap. I don’t say a word. I just watch my woman, completely hypnotized by her. My gaze tracks her movements as she lifts the shirt over her head—revealing her gorgeous body.
“Caleb,” she whispers, “I think I want to try working our problems out while having sex.”
I groan, my cock already leaking cum. This woman will be my death, but it’s a damn good way to go. “Fuck, Isolde, you are everything I’ve ever wanted and never thought I could find. You’re perfect for me.”
“Candy-boy I think we’re perfect for each other,” she says, her lips against mine. Her hand slips down to wrap around my cock. Izzy pumps it a couple of times, and I can feel the sticky wetness slide down my shaft, and I know it drips down onto her hand. She holds it steady in a firm grip before slowly lowering down, taking me inside her body.
I claim her mouth then, pouring my love for her through our connection. This woman is everything. I don’t deserve her, but I’m never going to stop striving to be exactly what she wants and needs. I can’t wait to begin our life together. She’s the answer to every prayer I never knew I’d been praying for.
She’s my miracle.
26
BONUS CHAPTER FROM DEVIL’S BLAZE BOOK HAUNTED
PEZ
(This scene would’ve happened the day after Caleb was at the club bar talking to Pez.)
“What the fuck?” Sabre mutters as I pull into Daphne’s driveway. I let my gaze move across the front of the small brick home in Manchester, Kentucky. The place looks like shit. I’ve been helping when I could, but it’s not like Daphne will let me do a lot. Mostly, I fix shit that breaks down. I also keep the grass mowed and her car running. There’s not much else that she will allow. If I had my way, they’d be living in Corbin close to the club where I could take care of her. Fuck, if I had it my way, she and Cammie would be living with me. I’d be her man.
Fucking pipe dreams.
“What are you bitching about already?” I ask Sabre.
“Where’s Dane’s vehicle and Daphne’s van? What’s that thing in the drive?”
“That’s the damn piece of shit she drives,” I inform him. “That fucking slime she’s married to took the van and his car when he moved in with his secretary.”
“He left my little girl—he left Daphne for his secretary? When the fuck did this happen?”
“About four months ago. He filed for divorce and he’s trying to take Cammie,” I tell him, smirking because I can tell everything I tell him is another blow. Maybe it will make him get his head out of his ass. I’m not holding my breath, but one can hope at least. Daphne sure as hell could use Sabre in her corner.
“Why the hell did Drew tell me? Or you, for that matter, motherfucker.”
“You don’t think we tried? We even bring up Daphne, and you start spouting bullshit or just leave. Besides, Daphne didn’t really want you to know. In fact, she’s going to try to keep it hidden from you today. You let her have that, Sabre.”
“The fuck I will. She needs help. I can tell that just by looking at this place,” he growls.
“She does, but you will not ruin Cammie’s birthday.”
He curses under his breath, but somehow manages to get control of himself. “Shit, this is a clusterfuck.”
“It has been for a while. She could have used her dad, old man.” He looks at me with haunted eyes. I know, because I see the same look often—every time I stare into a mirror.
“Some things can’t be changed. Some things are beyond our control, Pez,” he whispers brokenly.
“Bullshit. You just give that woman and her daughter your love. That’s all she needs. You need to find a way to do that, Sabre.”
“It’s too late. There’s too much water under the bridge.”
“Papaw!” Cammie yells, coming out the front door and running straight for Sabre. “Mommy said you weren’t coming, but I told her you would!” she squeals with the innocence only a five-year-old can manage.
Sabre picks her up in his arms and holds her tightly. His head goes down to breathe her in. I’m more than a little jealous. I usually get those hugs, breathing in the baby lotion and shampoo that Daphne uses for her. Her little hands holding me tightly as if she’s trying to hold me together—which she does most of the time.
“Pez!” she says when her gaze locks with mine. “Did you come for my birthday too?”
