Unbreakable (Heart of Stone #7)

by K. M. Scott

  She wrinkled her nose and shrugged. “Oh. Well, I guess it isn’t every day that a girl can find a hot guy with a great body who makes her happy and can do that thing.”

  “You make it sound like you only love me for my looks and what Mr. Willie can do. I want to be loved for my brains too,” I joked, eliciting a sweet smile from her.

  “The fact that you just called your penis Mr. Willie has officially made it impossible to have sex here in your old room. I think you very well might have to resort to giving him a few tugs to D Cups up there.”

  I ran my hands over her silky soft skin until my thumbs touched her still wet pussy and began rubbing her clit. “It seems like a real waste of Mr. Willie’s time to get him all up and ready and then have nothing happen.”

  Jordan leaned down to kiss me, her blond hair draping over us, and then smiled against my lips. “I swear to God, Gage Varo, if you call your cock that name one more time I won’t be able to sleep with you ever again. Now put your cock inside me and no more talking.”

  “I do love a woman who knows what she wants.”

  “Good, because what I want is you to fuck me and make me want to scream, even though I can’t and I’m still sort of afraid everyone will know what we’re doing. Think you’re up to it?”

  One thrust and I was buried balls deep inside her, loving the feel of her cunt hugging my cock like a glove. “Yeah, I’m up for the job.”

  She moaned in my ear, and I began fucking her in earnest. I didn’t care who heard us or what they thought. There was nothing wrong with a man making love to the woman he was crazy in love with, even in the bedroom he grew up in.

  As always, Jordan’s body thrilled me like no other woman’s ever had. The way she moved in rhythm with my thrusts into her ratcheted up my need for her. She knew just how to make me want her more than even I understood.

  And then she whispered in my ear, “Take me from behind.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice to fuck her that way and slid her off me so I could stand on the side of the bed. She rose up on her hands and knees and positioned herself in front of me. Turning her head to look at me, she flashed me a wicked grin.

  “Is your bed squeaky?”

  Grabbing her hips, I slid into her wet cunt and didn’t care what noise the bed made. That’s what being with Jordan was like—making love to her made the rest of the world fade away and become insignificant. I didn’t care about my family one floor down, the cops who were looking for us, or the two crazy fucks who had tried to take her away from me.

  All I cared about was being inside her and making her feel as good as she made me.

  With each pump of my cock into her, she bucked back toward me, her body begging for more, and I gave it to her. Lowering her head, she tilted her ass even higher and gave me the angle that would bring both of us to that delicious edge of release.

  My hands gripped her hips and squeezed hard as I pistoned into her. With each thrust, she moaned into the blanket, crushing it into her palms as she got closer to coming. I felt her body begin to surrender and stuffed my hand into her hair.

  Tugging hard, I leaned forward and moaned into her ear, “Come for me.”

  Jordan spread her legs wide and arched her back as her release raced through her. My body reacted to her cunt squeezing my cock as she came, and with one last thrust into her, I came just as her thighs began to quiver and buried myself inside her.

  When there was nothing left in me, I closed my eyes and slid out of her body to lay down as she rolled over to face me. Her expression still covered in the haze of great sex, she stared into my eyes with those beautiful green eyes of hers and whispered, “I’m pretty sure everyone in this house knows what we just did.”

  “I don’t care.” Taking her in my arms, I whispered in her ear, “I love you and part of that is making you come until your legs give out.”

  Giggling, she said, “Well, I’d say you achieved that just fine. My legs are still shaking.”

  “Then my job is done here.”

  With a smile, she asked, “Who are you? Superman?”

  “I don’t recall Superman using that catch phrase, Miss Wright. You need to work on your superhero knowledge.”

  The happiness disappeared from her face, and she pressed her head to my chest. “Promise me everything will be okay, no matter what. Can you promise me that?”

  I kissed her hair and pressed my cheek to the top of her head. Something was wrong, and I doubted it was anything about Superman or his superhero friends. But I knew Jordan and asking wouldn’t get me anywhere until she was ready to tell me what had happened.

  “I promise. Someday in the future we’re going to laugh about this part of our life together.”

  She squeezed me gently in her hold as if to tell me she believed what I’d said. In the morning when we traveled up to the cabin, we’d start to dig up the answers to why Hailey had Justin kidnap her and what they’d wanted from Jordan. Once we had those, we could leave those two in the past and begin our future together.

  A future that included me asking her to be my wife.

  Being back home brought back memories of who I’d been when I lived there, including waking up at the crack of dawn when my father got up every day. He’d retired two years ago, but still he rolled out of bed each morning at five AM and began his day just as he had six days a week for forty years. I heard him as he walked down the creaky stairs and slid out of bed to throw on my jeans, leaving Jordan sound asleep under the covers.

  My father had never been one for talking much, so I didn’t expect a full conversation when I joined him in the kitchen as he stood next to the coffee maker waiting for his first cup of the day to brew. Fully dressed and ready to greet the day, he smiled at my barely clothed look.

  “Is the house on fire?” he asked.

  I looked down at my jeans and zipped them. “No. I just heard you go down the stairs and thought I’d join you.”

  Pointing at the coffee maker, he asked, “Want some?”

  I nodded and walked over to the cabinet to grab a mug. “Yeah, I could use some caffeine this morning.”

  He flashed me another smile, and for a moment an odd sense of embarrassment rushed over me. I had no idea why. My father wasn’t like my mother. My sleeping with Jordan while he was a few rooms away likely hadn’t fazed him in the least. Hell, it probably wouldn’t have bothered him if he had been in the same room with us. Less concerned with propriety and things like that, he was a man who accepted life as it was. That two adults would have sex in his house wouldn’t be something he’d fixate on at all.

  But I still felt strangely awkward around him this morning.

  “How’s life in New York?” he asked, his suntanned and deeply wrinkled face twisting into a grimace at even the mention of the city.

  I leaned against the counter and answered truthfully. “Not bad. I’m making a good living. I have a nice life there.”

  “Good. That’s good. That’s where you met Jordan, right?”

  “Yeah. Well, not really, to be honest. I met her when I was working out in upstate New York, but she’s from the city.”

  “She looks like the city.”

  “Yeah?”

  A genuine smile brightened his face, and he nodded. “Yeah. There’s nothing simple about that woman, but I’m guessing that’s what you love about her.”

  Jordan simple? No way. He was right. There was nothing simple about Jordan, not even on the easiest day.

  “She’s not that different from us,” I said in her defense, feeling like I wanted to explain who she was but not sure how to.

  The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air around us as the coffee maker completed its job, and my father poured each of us a cup. Pushing the sugar bowl toward me, he said, “I didn’t mean to say there’s anything wrong with her. She’s beautiful, smart, and unless I’ve totally lost all ability to read people, good-hearted. Nothing wrong with that combination.”

  He grabbed the milk fr
om the refrigerator and we both fixed our coffee as we liked it before he sat down at the kitchen table. Extending his arm, he invited me to join him, which told me he had something on his mind.

  “Heading up to the cabin this morning?”

  Knowing my father already had the answer to his question, I guessed that’s what he wanted to talk about. “Yeah. I wanted Jordan to see the mountains before we head back.”

  He took a big gulp of hot coffee and let his roll down his throat. “Your mother thinks you’re embarrassed of us because you’re only staying one night here.”

  That my father had chosen to explain that told me he’d been up late listening to my mother worry that her own son didn’t want to spend time with them. And as my mother always had, she fell back on her fear that she wasn’t enough.

  That wasn’t the truth, and I didn’t like either of my parents thinking we were leaving so soon because of them. So even though I wasn’t sure I should, I told my father what I could of the truth.

  “It’s not that, Dad. We’re just dealing with something I don’t want to touch you and Mom. Jordan likes you all and I’m sure she wishes we could stay longer. We just can’t.”

  “Dealing with something, huh? That doesn’t sound good.”

  I saw by the sympathetic look in his eyes that he’d misunderstood and thought we were having romantic troubles. As easy as it would have been to let him just think that, I wanted to explain more, if only to assure him Jordan and I were fine.

  “She got into some trouble, not of her own doing, and now we have to figure out how to get her out of it.”

  I’d never been more cryptic in my life. All those words to say very little. My father seemed to understand my reluctance to lay the whole truth on the table and nodded his understanding, whatever there was of it.

  “Law involved?” he asked in that rugged way I remembered from when I got into trouble as a kid.

  “Yeah, but she did nothing wrong, Dad. I don’t want you to think she’s to blame. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me. If I’d never…”

  I didn’t bother to finish my sentence and took a sip of my coffee instead. I couldn’t change the past or the mistakes I’d made. All I could do was everything possible to make sure I didn’t make them again and that the future was different.

  “You’ll make sure she’s taken care of. We brought you up right, and even though you’ve been gone for a long time, I saw yesterday when you got out of the car that you hadn’t forgotten all we taught you.”

  “I will, Dad. I told her you’d never let me hear the end of it if you saw her get out of the car and me not open the door for her,” I said with a smile. “She’s got a streak of independence in her a mile wide, though.”

  He took another gulp of coffee and nodded. “I saw that the minute she walked through the door, but don’t let that change who you are. She may not think she needs a strong man around, but you have to show her differently.”

  There was my father, the old-fashioned man who’d never seen any reason to change, no matter what the rest of the world said men should be.

  “She’s tough, Dad. She can handle herself.”

  “The point is she doesn’t have to with someone like you around. It’s okay for her to be tough. Women have to be tough. Childbirth alone shows how tough they can be. But it’s our job to make sure they don’t have to be all the time.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t so much that my father saw men and women as unequal. It was more that he saw them having different strengths with neither sex being better in his mind. That he was totally out of step with the rest of the world didn’t even occur to him, and I liked that about my father. My sisters thought of him as some relic from a bygone time best forgotten, but in his own way, he had a heroism in him I was proud of.

  “I know, Dad. I haven’t forgotten what I learned from you.”

  “Good, because if that little girl’s in trouble, she’s going to need you to be there for her.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, so she’s stuck with me,” I joked.

  My father’s expression turned serious. “Don’t shortchange yourself, Gage. You’re a good man. She’s as lucky to have you as you are to have someone like her. You may not be some born and bred city boy, but you have things a person can only get from being brought up away from all that. Those are important, so don’t forget that.”

  “I know, Dad. She does too. Maybe we make a strange couple, but we work, so that’s all that matters.”

  He nodded, even though I wasn’t sure I’d convinced him, and for a few minutes we sat there at the kitchen table in silence. I finished my coffee and moved to get up, but he grabbed my arm as I stood and I saw concern in his dark eyes as he looked up at me.

  “You remember where I keep my guns at the cabin, right? Make sure you take the key so you can open the cabinet. Can never be too safe.”

  “I have my 9mm, but it’s always good to have some backup.”

  My father let out a deep belly laugh. “Backup my ass. That gun of yours is nothing compared to what I have up there, so if you get into a jam, make sure you have the key.”

  “Okay, Dad. I will.”

  His hand slid off my wrist when I moved to leave, and as I began to climb the stairs, he said, “Next time you two come out here, your mother hopes you’ll be married. Just thought I’d give you fair warning.”

  I stopped and turned to look at him smiling at me. “Tell her I’ll see what I can do about that.”

  Chapter Five

  Jordan

  I heard Gage basically tell his father he intended on asking me to marry him and lay frozen in place in his bed. He couldn’t ask me to marry him. If he did and I was still married to Justin, I would have to say no, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. It would break his heart hearing me shoot him down like that.

  God, this whole thing was a mess. This was why I hated lying. No matter how well I ever thought I did at it, every lie I’d ever told always blew up in my face. I should have just told him the truth when I had the chance, but I never wanted him to think he’d be my second husband.

  Not that the whole marriage to Justin would ever be considered legal. Talk about a shotgun wedding. All I needed was a little more time for Nina to get her lawyers in gear and figure out how to make that whole Justin nightmare go away.

  The door opened and Gage stepped into the room wearing only his jeans. They hung low on his hips, making him look even sexier than usual. He looked down at me sprawled out across the bed and smiled one of those crooked smiles I loved.

  “Any room in there for me?”

  “You look like you’re up and ready for the day,” I said without moving to make space for him. “I should get up too. We need to head out.”

  Gage crouched down next to the bed so his face was close to mine and kissed me softly on the lips. “I know you feel uncomfortable about my family, but you don’t have to. They love you.”

  “I’m not sure your mother and Denise still feel that way after last night. I got the vibe from them yesterday that they’re not really into seeing you as an adult.”

  “Nonsense. They love you like I do,” he said as he tucked my hair behind my ear. “Because you’re sweet and kind and beautiful.”

  Damn, he was so good to me. How was I ever going to say no to him if he asked me to marry him before Nina’s lawyers fixed my problem?

  “You’re going to make me blush if you keep talking like that. Let me up so I can get ready. We don’t want to wake anyone else up. I know your father is downstairs already.”

  I stood from the bed and stepped around Gage, who took my spot on the bed. Lying back, he clasped his hands behind his head and watched me dress.

  “Do you like it here?”

  Thinking about it for a moment, I nodded as I slipped my jeans on. “Yeah. It’s nice here. Lots of fresh air. It reminds me of all the times I went camping with my father when I was a kid. It smells a lot like that. I bet that sounds weird, but that’s wha
t it reminds me of.”

  “Not weird at all. It’s the fresh air here. It gets into your lungs and makes everything new again. I told Daryl you’d like it here. He thinks you’re too much a city girl for this place.”

  “Daryl thinks he knows me now? Well, you can tell that crazy mountain man-looking creature that I love the wide open spaces here.”

  “I told him that. He thought I was crazy when I said that maybe we’d spend some time here. You know, more than just a day or so.”

  As I wriggled into my t-shirt, I realized what Gage was saying. He’d said something to Daryl about us getting married out here. Oh God! If I didn’t stop him, he’d do something incredibly sexy or cute and propose right there in just his jeans that made me focus on his muscular abs and under that giant breasted woman I oddly enough didn’t dislike so much after a night sleeping under her.

  Pointing toward the hallway, I stammered out, “I…I think…I heard a noise or something, so I’m going to go to the bathroom now before everyone gets up. Lily said she put out a toothbrush for each of us, so I’m going to use that. I’ll just be a minute or so and then we can go, okay? Okay. I’ll be right back.”

  Before he had the chance to ask me what was wrong or worse, if I’d marry him, I bolted out into the hallway and raced toward the bathroom to give myself a moment to think. I had to come up with a way to avoid these kinds of conversations with him until Nina let me know her lawyers had a plan to get me out of that awful and undoubtedly illegal marriage to Justin.

  I opened the bathroom door and ran headlong into Shane, who looked like Gage’s younger twin even first thing in the morning. Wide awake after a shower, he stood there wearing only a towel that hung low on his hips exactly like his brother’s jeans. Flustered to find anyone in the one room I hoped to hide out in to get my head together, I stood there staring at him and wishing I hadn’t laid around in that twin bed for so long.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in on you in a towel. I mean right after a shower,” I blurted out.

  Shane smiled and shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ve lived with Lily for practically my entire life. She never lets me have the bathroom to myself. Twenty-two years of living with her means I’m never surprised when the door flies open. I’m just glad I got the towel on before you got to see all of me.”