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Sioux took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly. The moment she leaned her forehead against my chest, I felt it—the way she let go, the way she accepted my strength, the way she started to rebuild her walls. I could only hope that this time, they weren’t designed to keep me out.
It was the first time she truly let me behind her walls. There have been a few moments since then when she’s needed me to be her strength. I gave it to her willingly. I was hers from the moment I saw her, even if she doesn’t believe it.
I know what she was doing when we spent the night together sweaty and in bed. She was hoping that we could fuck the chemistry between us away. It didn’t fucking happen.
It’ll never fucking happen.
I’m not even offended by the assumptions she’s made about me. I get it and not all of them are baseless. It’s not like I never used the club angels to relieve some pressure and stress, I sure as hell did. But not since I first saw Sioux.
I haven’t been able to look at another woman since I saw her for the first time. It threw me for a loop at first, but then I figured there was only one thing to do—accept it.
Considering how happy some of the old timers were with their old ladies, I knew finding the woman for me wouldn’t take away my freedom or be a death sentence. I have no visions of a ball and chain when it comes to Sioux.
Since I know how much physical therapy drains my woman, I’ve kept quiet during the drive. She always needs a little bit of time to decompress, especially when she does physical therapy after she’s already worked all day. I can’t imagine how she does it all.
I could never teach high school kids. I’d be smashing heads together in no time. Horny teens with attitudes? Fuck no.
When I park in the driveway of my home, I experience a moment of pride. I grew up knowing what it meant to work and put your all into something while watching my parents run their small business. It just never felt like I belonged in the low country. There was something missing there, and I watched my parents put their all into their record store without getting a whole lot back.
As I grew up, I realized how different the world was becoming from when my parents opened their shop. Not only because records went out of favor…before coming back in as trendy or something, but just in terms of what being successful means and how much money it takes to get there.
When I left Magnolia Point, I never thought I’d own my own home. Or find a place to belong.
I have both. And now my woman is going to walk into our house—even if she won’t admit that it’s ours—with me. I glance over at her and see the exhaustion all over her face. The need to touch her overwhelms me and I reach over and give her knee a squeeze.
“It sounds like the end is in sight,” slips out when she looks over at me.
She studies my face for a moment and starts to nod slowly. “I’ll be able to head home soon. No need to be here with you taking care of me if I’m completely cleared by my doctor and I’m done with PT.”
I narrow my eyes at her and open my mouth to tell her how ridiculous she’s being, when all I really want to do is bend her over my knee and show her what I think of her suggestion that she leaves and goes back to her apartment.
We’ve gotten in more than a few arguments in the months she’s been here with me about her still paying rent for her apartment. I never pushed her too hard, even though I wanted to bulldoze my way through and have the guys go over, pack her up, and then break her lease whether she wanted that to happen or not.
I held off.
Clearly, that was a mistake.
Sioux opens the door to my truck and gets out with an ease she would not have had even a month ago. To see how far she has come is amazing. But if she thinks she’s getting away from me that easily then she better think again.
I’m out of the truck and around to her before she can get to the front door. I don’t hesitate when I crowd her against the door, pressing my front against her back. I dip my head and run the tip of my nose against her neck.
“Apostle,” there’s a slight needy whine in her voice along with a big dose of censure. I latch onto the whine and my dick takes instant notice.
It’s been far too long since I’ve been inside my woman’s tight heat. I fucking need her, but there was no way I was going to push her or her body too fast. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been imagining how she felt around me as I’ve fisted my cock.
“If you think I’ll be letting you go just because your PT is done and you’re cleared, I clearly haven’t made myself clear to you, firefly,” my voice is a possessive rasp.
She turns in my arms and presses back against the door, but I step forward to erase the little bit of space that she’s put between us. Her big blue eyes blink up at me and I watch with rapt fascination as her breathing picks up. Her tits are barely contained in the tank and sports bra she’s wearing, and it takes all my control to not stare at them.
“When I’m cleared, I won’t need you taking care of me anymore.” Her chin is up and there’s a defiance in her gaze, one I love. “Not that I needed you to take care of me in the first place,” she mumbles the words, but I catch them.
I hear everything my woman says along with the things she leaves unsaid between us.
Like how she wants to put as much distance between us as she can because she’s scared. Scared of getting her heart broken. Scared of the enormity that exists between us.
Like how she wants to stand on her own, but she likes it when she has someone to lean on. Because she doesn’t want to believe that allowing someone in doesn’t mean she’s weak. Because it really shows her strength, but she doesn’t ever want her broken pieces to be used against her.
I see it all. I hear it all.
