Secret (Betrothed #9) - Penelope Sky Page 0,37
fight erased from our minds. It was like it never happened, like it didn’t matter, and why would it when we had this? Our wet bodies came to a gradual halt, and I cupped his face as I kissed him, so satisfied but insatiable at the same time.
He slowly pulled his dick out of me before he rolled over, his heavy body collapsing on the sheets, his skin coated in his sweat. One arm moved under his head, and he looked at the ceiling for a few seconds before he closed his eyes.
I did the same, letting my body cool off, letting his come drip from between my legs. I noticed every time I came over, his sheets were clean and fresh, so I assumed he or someone else was washing them several times a week. I had to do the same to my own.
I turned on my side and looked at him.
He seemed to feel my stare, because he opened his eyes and turned his head my way, a sleepy look in his gaze.
“You said you listened to me pray…and that was why you let me go.”
He kept his same stoic expression, one hand on his stomach.
“What did you mean by that?”
He turned to the ceiling again, as if he was thinking about the question before he gave an answer. He sighed and turned over, facing me with the sheets up to his waist. “People only pray when they want something. You wanted something—but not for yourself.”
I couldn’t remember what I said word for word. In that moment, I had been afraid I’d end up stuffed in an oil drum.
“You didn’t ask God to save you. You asked him to protect your brother—and spare your father any pain. It was the first time I’d ever heard someone be so selfless, think about someone else when their life was hanging in the balance.” His blue eyes were vulnerable and open, letting me see all the way to his soul. “I’ve never heard anything like it.”
“And that made you want to let me go?”
He nodded.
“But wasn’t that part of Liam’s plan? How did that work?”
“I gave him a better suggestion so I could let you go.”
So, this man really did save my life—and my brother’s.
“I told him to fight Damien face-to-face in the ring. Then, you were no longer needed.”
“All because of the words I said to the big man upstairs?”
He nodded.
Unsure what to say to that, I just stared, stared at this beautiful man. I’d thought about my time in his cage many times, wondered why this man released me when my odds of survival seemed too slim. That felt like a different time now, even though it was just a few months ago. And this man felt like a whole different person.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?”
His question brought me back to the conversation. “No.”
“You want to have dinner with me?”
“I always have dinner with you.” We were together almost every single night, sleeping over at each other’s places in an unpredictable pattern. We usually cooked something at home and watched TV on the couch. Our nighttime routine was to go to bed, have sex, and then fall asleep.
“I mean go out to dinner with me.”
“Oh…sure.” I didn’t mind going out to a restaurant with him, but to be honest, I preferred eating at home. When we were out, I couldn’t touch him the way I wanted, couldn’t say whatever popped into my mind because it was too inappropriate for a public place.
“Balto and his wife will be joining us too.” He smiled slightly, as if he anticipated my tantrum before it even happened.
“Wow…back up.”
He chuckled.
“What do you mean, they’ll be joining us?”
“As in, they’ll be sitting at the same table as us, sharing an appetizer with us.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s rude not to share.”
I slapped his arm because now wasn’t the time to be a smartass.
He chuckled at my venom. “It was their idea.”
“Because Cassini wants to fight me?”
Now, he laughed. “No. And if she did, you would kick her ass, baby.”
I was still mortified by that night. I wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye ever again.
“Come on, it’s not a big deal.”
“Uh, you weren’t there. I slugged your brother like I was a bully on the playground.”
“And I wish I had been there. Would love to see my woman kick my brother’s ass.”
I glared at him. “This isn’t funny.”
“I don’t know…”
I smacked his arm again.
“Baby, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. They don’t dislike you.”
I covered