by Lynn Hagen
We weren’t in the heart of Ridgeview. We were still on the outskirts, in the rural area, houses far between each other. Unless someone drove by, no one would’ve seen the accident.
“Did you really think you got good intel at Purple Sunrise? Did you honestly think you overheard a diabolical plan?”
It wasn’t Antonio’s voice behind me.
“You heard what we wanted you to hear.”
I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. There were moments in life when you wished you could go back and do things differently. This was one of them. “I should have gutted you on that street corner.”
“You should’ve,” Deon said. “But you won’t be around long enough to warn the other council members that they’re sending your pack to the rally to get slaughtered.”
I’d been right, in a way. Having the Russo pack there in numbers would appear to be an act of war to Alverez. I had to let Max and the others know that it was a trap, to not send our men.
The only thing I could hope right now was that Lucas was able to talk to Alverez and smooth things over about the rally and having our men there, but I was dead certain Alverez wouldn’t listen. He would say that he didn’t need protection, that he could handle the Malkovich pack, although the Romanos didn’t have the numbers that Antonio had.
I was done talking. I shoved the gun in my right hand into the space between my arm and body of my left and fired my gun several times, spinning around and ducking when Deon fired in return.
But I’d hit him, at least once. I saw the blood on his shoulder, which could’ve been from the accident. I didn’t have time to figure it out. I had to get Fitch out of the car and to safety.
And possibly to the hospital.
Deon took cover behind his car, and I did the same, pressing my back against the frame. My heart lodged in my throat when I saw Fitch stirring and raising his head. From the way the cars were positioned, the windshield was facing Deon.
Fitch was a sitting duck.
I stood and fired rapidly as I hurried to the passenger’s door, yanking it open and using a nail from my claws to rip the seat belt so I could pull him out.
Fitch yelped and hit the ground just as the windshield shattered, sending shards of glass raining down around us.
“That’s the car,” Fitch shouted. “The one that tried to run you over that night.”
“You remember?”
Fitch huddled close, his arms over his head. “I didn’t want to get involved, so I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to get pulled into your world, Gabe. I still don’t. This is fucking insane! That’s Deon, isn’t it?”
I pulled my phone out and handed it to Fitch. “Yeah, it’s Deon. Call Max. He’s in my favorite contacts. Tell him where we are and what’s going on.”
As Fitch did what I told him to do, I dropped to my stomach and looked under the car. There was a set of feet walking toward us, as if Deon had no regard for his own life.
The guy meant business, was determined to kill me, regardless of the fact that he would lose his own life in doing so.
I wasn’t going to let him get that close. I shot his foot and heard him scream, but my plan of killing him when he fell hadn’t exactly panned out. Instead, Deon hobbled back to the safety of his car and ducked out of sight.
It was time I made my bold move. I wasn’t going to sit here all night in a standoff. My left side felt as though it was getting worse. My arm had started to grow numb and soon would be of no use.
I couldn’t leave Fitch defenseless.
“Stay right here.”
“What?” Fitch looked wide-eyed at me after he hung up. “Please don’t tell me you’re leaving! Are you crazy? Deon will shoot you down.”
When I tried to move to the ass end of the car, Fitch grabbed my arm. “Don’t you dare go out there! I’m not going to lose you, Gabe. Not after you made me fall in love with you. Not sit your ass down and wait for help to arrive.”
I was blown away by his declaration. Aside from my mother, no one had ever said they loved me. Not even my friends, though I knew they did.
“I…” Now more than ever I had to make sure Fitch survived this. “I have to go out there, sweetheart. I have to end him before he tries another bold move.”
Fitch narrowed his eyes. “Fine, give me a gun.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He held out his hand. “Give me a gun. Haven’t you ever watched a movie? I’ll lay cover while you sneak around his car and blast him.”
Who the fuck was this guy, and where was the real Fitch? “You want to shoot while I…fuck, marry me.”
Fitch blushed. “Stop acting so shocked. I’ve been hanging around you too long, and honestly, I want to make it home to my family. So give me a damn gun.”
“Do you even know how to use one?”
“Point and aim,” Fitch said. “It doesn’t sound like rocket science.”
He wiggled his fingers, and I prayed I wasn’t making a mistake. “Don’t fucking shoot me.”
Clearly Fitch had some common sense because he pointed the barrel toward the ground.
“Watch for the recoil. The Desert Eagle has one hell of a kick.” The first time I’d ever shot one I’d been knocked on my ass. When he survived this, I was taking Fitch to a shooting range and getting him properly trained.
I looked over my shoulder when bright lights shined at us. A semi was barreling down the road. Thank fuck his side was clear. When he passed, his horn blaring, I used that moment to race toward Deon’s trunk as Fitch fired through the broken windows of my car.
I heard one of the bullets ping off the metal as I rounded the vehicle and found Deon hunkered down, his hand pressed against his shoulder. So I had shot him. That was good to know.
He spun too late. I slammed my fist into his wound, sending him backward and shouting in pain. But Deon was a big guy and didn’t go down so easily.
He bared his canines and charged at me, knocking into me and lifting me off my feet, dropping us both to the ground. “You councilmembers are fucking pussies. I’m gonna kill you then take your boy as my whore.”
Deon could’ve taunted and threatened me all night, but when he said that about Fitch, I fucking lost it. Right there on the backroad, I shifted, clamping my jaw down on his arm.
Deon slugged me in the head, but I refused to let go. I sank my teeth so deep I felt bone. Rage welled inside me for Deon trapping Fitch on that street corner, for fucking with him outside that store, for trying to run me over that night, and for being a rotten son of a bitch.
But especially for that threat.
I let go of his arm and used my weight to shove him backward then went for the jugular. From the corner of my eye, I saw headlights approaching but didn’t care.
I wanted Deon dead.
I wanted Antonio dead.
I wanted to take Fitch home and make love to him, to show him just how much he meant to me, how much his words had made my heart swell.
And I hadn’t been kidding around. I wanted to marry him, to keep him permanently at my side. To make his family mine and to give him the family who wasn’t blood related but had been there for me since childhood.
As Deon went down, I clamped onto his throat, tearing skin from bone. It wasn’t until I heard Max yelling that I backed away and saw Fitch standing by the hood of Deon’s car, looking wide-eyed at me.
“You really are a wolf.”
Reese was the first one there, placing his body in front of Fitch’s. I knew what Reese was doing. Protecting Fitch from seeing the carnage. But my human was stronger that he thought.
Even so, I would protect him from this side of my world. Like Max had said, I wanted to make his life as normal as possible.
I shifted and wiped the blood from my mouth.
“Fitch said Deon crashed into you.” Max approached and tossed a backpack at me. Inside was clothing for me to put on. We all carried a go-bag just in case, and I was thankful.
After slidi
ng the jeans and T-shirt on, no shoes though, I pulled Fitch into my arms. “How badly are you hurt?”
“My bad arm is killing me, but other than that, I’m okay.”
I touched the dried blood in his hair. “We’re going to the hospital just to have you looked at.”
He had become the center of my world, my very heartbeat, and soon Ridgeview would know that Fitch Oliver belonged to me. The human was off-limits, including his family, and I would kill anyone dumb enough to threaten what I cherished.
* * * *
Fitch…
After an amazing meal at Carobano’s, Gabe and I went home. Yes, home. It had been a month since the incident on that backroad, and our relationship had taken off from there. Just last weekend he’d asked me to move in with him, and I had agreed.
Only because we fucked like rabbits and twice Uncle Glen had walked in on us. One of those times he’d been naked, and I’d lost my boner.
Tell me your mood wouldn’t have been instantly killed by sagging balls and a tinfoil hat.
But at least I was now out of that annoying sling and hadn’t suffered anything from that car accident aside from a small cut on my head.
“I need to get some rest.” I toed my sneakers off and set them by the front door. “I have to work tomorrow.”
Gabe took the leftovers to the fridge and stored them. “It’s only seven. You have plenty of time to get some sleep.”
“You always keep me up half the night,” I reminded him, though I wasn’t complaining. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of him. Not in this lifetime. He’d stolen his way into my heart, and I couldn’t fathom a day without him.
He even texted me while I was at work just to see how my day was going or to talk dirty, telling me what he was going to do to me when I got home.
Speaking of work, Cole had come up with inventive ways to keep an eye on me when I wasn’t with Gabe. Yes, he was still my babysitter, and I’d grown to like him.
So had my friend Asa. From what I’d heard, the two were seeing each other.
“You love when I keep you awake.” Gabe walked up behind me and slid his arms around me. “I never hear you complaining.”
“That’s because I always have your dick in my mouth.” I felt myself blush as he kissed my nape. Then he turned me and took my lips in a blazing kiss that left me panting and wanting more.
Gabe lowered to his knees and unfastened my pants, separating the fabric before he pulled the material to my thighs. “Such a pretty cock.”
Oh hell. Gabe moaned as he shoved his nose into my balls and that deep, throaty noise would be my undoing. I bit my bottom lip as I gazed down at him, fascinated that such a powerful man was on his knees. It wasn’t the first time Gabe had given me a blowjob, but I was still enthralled every single time.
I prayed he didn’t tease me. My cock was so hard that I feared the blood wouldn’t return to my brain anytime soon. I shuddered when Gabe nipped at my inner thigh. I tilted my head to the side in hopes that he wouldn’t stop his oral exploration. The man’s lips on my skin were heavenly, and my knees were growing weak.
A powerful tremor shook my body as I tried desperately to get Gabe to do more than just graze his damn knuckles over my cock. “Please, suck my dick.”
I almost cried out in joy when Gabe’s fingers curled around my erection, squeezing it tightly as he took my cock into his mouth.
Yes! That was exactly what I had been looking for.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I curled my fingers into Gabe’s hair. My hips jerked, and I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven. Never in my life had I experienced anything so wondrous, so mind numbing, or so toe curling.
“Gabe.” My hips jerked forward again as I arched my back. My entire body was aflame. I was being consumed. And then I felt Colten’s thick fingers thrust into my body.
I was shaking. My body was trembling fiercely. Gabe pushed my legs farther apart as he worked my body like a finely tuned instrument.
I felt the buildup as my balls pulled close to my body. Gabe was sucking me, licking, and playing with my sac. The guy was humming! The vibration sang throughout my body.
“Oh god…Oh, Gabe…Oh!” I shattered. Gabe thrust his fingers faster and deeper. Flames shot through my bloodstream, wild and hot and out of control. I nearly collapsed to the floor as Gabe’s dangerous mouth swept me into another world.
I began to pant and jerk, and goddamn, his tongue was pure magic. I cried out, my orgasm ripping through me from so much pleasure I thought I was going to drown in it.
Gabe eased back and kissed his way up my groin, abdomen, chest, and then he met my lips. I wrapped my arms around him as he cupped my head and kissed me with an almost animalist urgency.
Gabe chuckled. “Slow down. We have all night.”
We undressed, and Gabe shoved me onto the couch, his cock jutting from between his legs. He grabbed the lube from the drawer of the coffee table and wet his fingers.
My cock was flaccid from just having climaxed, but it was trying to stir back to life as Gabe slid onto the couch and drove two fingers inside me.
“Oh god.” I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. My body was still tingling from my orgasm, and now Gabe was playing with my ass.
When he was done stretching me, he tapped my hip. “On your hands and knees, beautiful.”
That was why I loved him. The way Gabe talked to me, always reminding me how much he desired me, always made me feel like the sexiest man on the planet.
I let out a groan and bit my bottom lip when I felt Gabe finally breach me. My fingers curled into the cushions as he slowly inched his way in. His hands never stopped skimming over my skin as he whispered sweet words.
As Gabe finally bottomed out, I couldn’t help the cry of ecstasy that left my lips.
“You know how to stroke a guy’s ego.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I said between clenched teeth. His cock pulsed in my ass, but he wasn’t moving. Gabe knew how to torture me, and I knew he was having fun with it.
He chuckled as he gave my ass a slight tap. “Stop cursing at me.”
I groaned. To hell with waiting on him. I pushed back, and Gabe didn’t stop me. “That’s right babe, fuck me. Fuck my cock, hon.”
I rocked back and forth on my hands and knees, mewling as pure and raw pleasure took over. I spread my knees a little farther apart as I took gratification from the man I loved.
“Fuck, babe. You’re turning me on.”
It wasn’t like I was doing it on purpose. The noises were being pulled from me with every backward thrust.
Gabe’s fingers dug into my hips. “Now it’s my turn.”
I cried out as Gabe thrust harder, pulling me back on every forward stroke.
“That’s right, babe. Scream for me.”
I screamed as my desire overrode everything. I felt the second buildup coming. My legs quivered as my arms shook, sweat dripping from my face as I cried out again. My cock was ready to explode as Gabe pounded into my ass.
“Gabe!” My orgasm tore through me as I screamed. Spurts of seed shot out like a fired cannon. It was too much. I tried to crawl off the couch, but Gabe held me in place.
“You’re not going anywhere, hon. I’m not done with you yet.” Gabe growled as he thrust harder, deeper, and with more meaning. I whimpered as I felt my body overriding my mind. I was going insane!
Gabe jackhammered his cock inside of my ass. He stiffened and then roared behind me, falling over my back.
We collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath.
Gabe kissed my shoulder. “I love you.”
Then he turned to his side and pulled me into his arms. I’d never felt so cherished in my life. I’d gone from trying to keep out of his life to craving his every touch, his every kiss, and a smile that always lit up my heart.
I’d never been so glad I’d interfered that night and saved his life. In ways Gabe might not understand, he’d also saved mine. I now belong
ed to the hottest guy in Ridgeview—in my opinion, and that was the only one that mattered—and I couldn’t have been happier.
THE END
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