Dark Guardian (Black Hoods MC #3) - Avelyn Paige Page 0,49
anger for some form of reasoning. “Don’t. I’m okay.”
Eugene’s skin is burning beneath my palms, and for a fraction of a second, I fear he won’t listen to me. Finally, he looks at me, inspecting me for himself, his hand moving possessively over my skin in front of Aaron. He’s staking his claim without having to say the words. “I’m okay,” I promise. “He didn’t hit me. He hit the door.”
“Real fucking men don’t even do that,” he growls. “Do you hear me, asshole? What you just did is the next worst fucking thing to hitting a woman. Scaring her and making her think you’re going to is a coward’s move.”
Aaron doesn’t reply. I turn to face him, but Eugene’s arms wrap tight around my waist.
“You need to leave.”
His voice is deflated now. Weak. “Grace, I came here for you.”
“And you’re leaving without her,” Eugene snarls from behind me. Aaron takes a step back, but hesitates to move any farther.
“Why him? Why couldn’t I be that man for you? I tried to be, but you never let me in. I fucking love you, Grace.”
“I don’t love you, and I never will. You just didn’t want to accept that. No matter how hard you push I’m never going to feel that way about you.”
“But you can love him? A criminal.”
“I care about him, yes, and his past doesn’t matter to me. Only the future and these kids matter now.”
His eyes glass over with sadness as he looks between us. “Take care of her.” Turning, he walks away from us and back to his car. Lingering just inside his open car door, he slides in behind the wheel and drives away, and out of my life.
Judge
Her fingers dig into my hair as her hips roll. “God, please, don’t stop.”
Oh, there’s no way in hell I’m stopping.
Dragging my tongue between her folds, I press a soft kiss to the sensitive pearl nestled deep within, making her moan. Fuck me, she’s incredible.
Using my lips, I pull her clit this way and that, flicking it gently with my tongue, reveling in her taste. I could live right here, between her legs, feasting on the buffet that’s her perfect fucking body.
Her thighs tremble and her moans get louder, and finally, I can’t take it anymore.
Standing at the end of the bed, I pull her to me, raising her feet high in the air, and enter her hard. She’s so fucking tight. I thrust faster, loving the way her breasts bounce, her nipples tight and swollen from my earlier kisses.
Grace’s eyes are locked on mine, her face twisted with a pleasure that mirrors my own.
“Fuck,” I bite out, not sure how much more I can take. I’ve always considered myself to have pretty great stamina, but with Grace... fuck, the woman undoes me. Sex with her makes me feel like a sixteen-year-old boy, for fuck’s sake.
A deafening crash, followed by the sound of shattered glass hitting the ceramic tile, rips us from our moment. Our heads whip toward the bedroom door in shock.
“What was that?” Grace whispers, her eyes wide with fear. I’m already on the move.
Yanking my jeans on, I move to the door with my gun in hand before Grace even has a chance to pull my T-shirt over her head.
“Stay here,” I tell her, but I’m already focused on the sounds that aren’t yet coming from the front hall.
And then I hear it. A heavy boot crunching down on the broken glass as somebody enters my house.
Bad move, pal.
“Eugene!” she whisper-cries as I slip out of the bedroom and down the hall, my gun up and ready to fire.
My mind races as I listen. Who could this be? Is this the same person who broke the window out at the garage? Is it that fucker, Aaron? Whoever it is, he’s bold. He’s pulling this shit in broad daylight, and could’ve been seen by any number of nosy neighbors on this block.
Slow, careful footsteps creep toward the hallway, and I wait. I don’t want to give the son of a bitch a chance to run out the front door.
When a shadow crosses the floor close to me, I make my move.
Jumping out from the hall, I aim my gun, my feet planted apart, ready to fire.
But Henry Tucker couldn’t care less. He doesn’t stop. He storms toward me, a gun clenched in his own hand, his face twisted with derangement and pure anger.
Before I know what’s hit me, my gun is flying to the ground