The Darkest Of Light (The Kings of Retribution MC)

"Hands and knees, now,” he demands.

Complying, I turn over getting on my hands and knees. When I do, the first thing I notice is my reflection. Right in front of us on the opposite side of the bed is a mirror. When my eyes meet Gabriel’s, I’m hypnotized. I have a feeling this was his intention and not once do we break the connection.

Standing behind me, I watch as he begins to stroke himself. My insides clench at the thought of having him inside me again. Seconds later he runs the head of his cock over my clit. Back and forth, teasing me. I’m so wet and Gabriel growls in approval. With one hand on my hip he uses the other to grab the base of his shaft to line himself at my opening. Once the head of his cock is inside me he stops, causing me to whimper. Just as I’m about to open my mouth to beg, Gabriel grabs both my hips and thrust forward, burying himself completely, knocking the wind out of me.

"Oh god." I mutter throwing my head back.

"Eyes." Gabriel barks.

Meeting his stare once again, he starts to move. Only this time it’s not slow and sweet.

No, this time is hard and fast.

A claiming.

He looks so wild and feral. Gabriel is a beast. My beast. Without missing a beat, he brings one arm under me, snaking it between my breast and wraps his hand around my throat possessively but tenderly and urges me to sit up, leaving me no choice but to reach behind him and grab a hold of the back of his head. Keeping his hand on my throat, he uses his other hand to cup my pussy and his middle finger pressed on my clit while he continues to drive into me. With nothing but the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and our heavy breathing, Gabriel whispers into my ear before nipping my sweaty neck.

"Come, Cariño Sweetheart."

And I do. I come so hard, flashes of light dance behind my eyelids. My nails dig into Gabriel’s scalp, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I drew blood. I don’t even have it in me to care about everyone possibly hearing us because of how loud I just screamed. Gabriel continues to pump through my release for several more seconds before he finds his own.

"Fuck!" he roars as he stills behind me and fills me with his warm release.

Continuing to hold me in this position, I lay my head back against his shoulder, trying to catch my breath, as he peppers my shoulder with soft lazy kisses. My skin prickles and I hum at the feel of his soft lips and rough beard. And in this moment, I know I’m exactly where I should be. I am home.

I’m sick of shopping.

Yes, I said it.

I too can’t believe I’m saying such filth, but I am. After Gabriel and I worked through his epic screw up two months ago, he informed me that he bought us a house. He confessed he bought it before I even came home. He said he knew he was going to do whatever was necessary to get me back, and once I was his, he wanted us to have a home we could share together.

His confession had rendered me speechless. Gabriel bought a house for us. Not out of obligation because we were having a baby. He didn’t even know about our baby yet. But he bought the house out of love. He wanted to give me what he thought I deserved. He wanted to build a home and a life with me. So, when he brought me here to show me our new home for the first time, I was ecstatic.

He drove us in my truck about 15 minutes from the clubhouse to the place we’d call home. I could not believe my eyes as he parked the truck in front of a two-story Victorian style home. It was white with blue shutters and a blue front door. I smiled. My man gets me. There was also a large wrap around porch that extended around the entire house. And sitting on the front of the porch next to the front door.

You guessed it, two blue rocking chairs. I couldn’t tell much in the way of landscaping since the ground was covered in snow.

Coming up behind me and wrapping his strong arms around my belly, Gabriel’s deep voice caresses my ear.

"When I saw this place, I knew it was yours. Welcome home mi amor my love."

Gabriel lead me inside and began showing me around. When he informed me all the decorating and furnishing was going to be left up to me because he said, "I don’t know anything about that shit." I could hardly contain my excitement.

So, here I am two weeks later, and I am finally finished. All the guys from the club pitched in with painting and

moving in all the furniture. God forbid Gabriel catch me lifting a finger. Like being pregnant makes you an invalid. That being said, I never want to go to another furniture store or look at paint samples ever again.

Gabriel spared no expense either. He handed over his credit card and told me to get whatever I wanted. I tried to tell him I could help pay for some of the things, but he shot that idea down quickly, saying he was proud of me for starting my own business and making my own money, but I was his woman and he was going to take care of me. He suggested I use my money and start a savings for the baby. I agreed. It was a great idea.

We also had a few bumps in the road when it came to us finally moving in together. I was very apprehensive with taking such a big step. Even though Gabriel laid his feelings on the line and was clear about his intentions, I just didn’t have it in me to put myself out there right away. So as much as I wanted to move into our new home and start building our life together, I held back.

I took my sister up on her offer to stay with her and Logan. Gabriel was not happy, but he understood. He knew his actions in the past are what was having me play things safe. I think a part of me just wanted him to sweat a little. Only he didn’t suffer for long. Gabriel lasted only a week.

On the seventh day of me staying with my sister, he showed up at her house. When Bella answered the door, Gabriel swept passed her only stopping a fraction of a second to inform me that enough was enough, it was time for me to come home. He then stomped up the stairs and returned a few minutes later with my suitcases in hand. I sat stunned on the sofa, while my sister was still standing by the front door trying to hide a smile. Logan was leaning against the living room wall nursing a beer. His raised eyebrow and bored look lead me to believe he saw this coming. I guess in a way I did too. And to tell you the truth, I was miserable the entire week.

As far as school goes, I don’t miss it. I do miss my friends though. Leah had to leave the day after she drove me here. She was going home for the holidays. I could tell she wasn’t looking forward to it. I invited her to stay in Polson, but she said her parents were expecting her.

I talk to Sam on the phone every day. He told me the manager of the apartment complex offered him another apartment to stay in since the one we were living in was being repainted. Sam said he didn’t want to continue living in ours anyway after what had happened. I made him promise to come visit one weekend. Gabriel happened to walk in the room at the tail end of that conversation and about lost his head. I calmly explained to him that Sam was just a friend, and he was going to stay my friend. He was just going to have to accept that. I didn’t mention the fact that I’m pretty sure Sam is gay, and he has nothing to worry about, but it’s not my place to out him, especially when he hasn’t even come out to me.