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267 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 4, 2020
Having him close to me changed me, turned me into a more desperate, animal version of myself. Something I’d been keeping down, locked away, far away from the daylight for many years. A weakness. A weakness in that I’d do anything he asked of me.
This was different than the family loyalty I carried for Hell’s Ankhor, and not the blind obedience I’d had in the Marines. It was a terrifying, bone-deep knowledge that I’d do almost anything to ensure he was safe and happy. I’d treated him so badly in the past, and he’d had such a rough go at life—and now, I’d do anything he asked if it’d help him recover from the ordeal I’d put him through.
And that kind of power—even if he didn’t realize he had it—was enough to scare me shitless. I’d be left unmoored, completely adrift, if he ever decided to let me go.
Maybe it wasn’t just him I’d been protecting all these years when I was keeping my distance.
“You think I don’t know who you are?” I said nothing. Raven pinned me with his passionate, furious gaze. “I think you’re a jackass who’s been jerking me around for years, making me think he liked me, and then turning around and ignoring me and fucking other people in front of me. Treating me sweet one minute and cruel the next. I think you’re a guy who’s been causing me a hell of a lot of emotional whiplash.”
This was what I wanted, right? I’d wanted Raven to use some common sense and see that I wasn’t worth any of his time. But the thought of him getting up and walking out the door cut through me so painfully it left me breathless.
I wanted him. All of him. I wanted him in my bed every night and to wake up to him every morning. I wanted to protect him, take care of him, learn from him. I wanted to be his Old Man.
“Come here.” He led me to his bike.
“Really? On the bike, really?”
“Indulge me.”
“Whatever this is between us, it’s not about being deserving. I’m not a prize. You don’t have to prove anything.”
“Where are you?” I asked again. Raven didn’t answer. His breathing was fast and shallow, like he was hurting. “You gotta talk to me, baby.” I closed my eyes like if I listened hard enough, I could deduce where he was. “I’ll come get you. It’s all gonna be okay. You just gotta tell me where you are, okay?”
“I love you,” I said.Will I read the next one? Yeah, probably. :)
His breath caught. “I love you, too.”
He dropped more kisses on my hips, nuzzling me affectionately. “I’m sure I’ll fuck up a lot,” I said. “But I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”
“Gunnar,” Raven murmured. “Let me blow you.”



