I Have to Have Her

“What are you saying?”

“I want you as my wife.”

“Oh,” she said. “This is a big leap.”

“I know what I want.”

“What about what I want?” she asked.

“Tell me what it is you want, and it’s yours.”

He waited as he watched her. What was she going to say? Telling her his true feelings, he’d never been so open with a woman. He couldn’t live without Claire. The past two weeks were the worst of his life.

He even went to the mansion and spent time watching her move from room to room, serving ungrateful men. None of them touched her. He told Casey to keep her protected at all times. There were even men near her apartment. There was just no way he could let her go.

Seeing her now, the thought of her being pregnant with another man’s baby, it wasn’t going to happen.

“I want you,” she said, touching his cheek. “I want all of you. The good and the bad. I don’t want you to dump me again. Whenever you’re angry or upset, come to me. I want to be your everything.”

He took hold of her wrist, kissing it. “You are my everything. I was just too much of an asshole to see it.”

She sat up, wrapping her arms around him.

“Do I take that as a yes?” he asked.

“A yes?”

“You’re going to marry me?”

She chuckled. “I didn’t come here for a proposal.”

“You know, you haven’t told me how you really feel,” he said, cupping her face.

“You want to know?”

“Yes.”

“I hate you.”

He slammed his lips down on hers, and she moaned, spreading her thighs wide around him.

“Do you still hate me?”

“A little, but I think there’s a little more love there.”

He kissed her again, moving from her lips to her neck, then down.

“I love you, Gabriel. It’s why it has been so hard to walk away. I didn’t want to love you, but you made me.”

“Then I’m going to keep on making you. For the rest of our lives, I’m going to make up for being a bastard to you.”

“You can start tonight.” She worked the zip of his pants open. He swatted her hand away.

“I was thinking more about tasting you.”

Two weeks was too long to go without having a taste of his woman and he had too much time to make up for.EpilogueFive years later

“I would say we’ve still got it,” Gabriel said as he collapsed to the bed. His wife, the love of his life, panted beside him.

“Yeah, I would say we do as well. That was the third time, right?”

“Yep, and seeing as it’s our anniversary,” he said as he lifted over her, spreading her thighs wide, “I’m not going to waste a moment.” His cock was already hard as rock and he found the wet heat of his woman, sliding in deep. “Fuck, Claire, I don’t know what it is you do to me.” He nibbled on her neck, feeling her cunt tighten around him.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “I’m so close.”

He slid his hand between her thighs and started to tease her clit, working back and forth, over, and bringing her closer to an orgasm. She cried out and her pussy tightened around him. Already three orgasms, and he was close to a second. They hadn’t had this time together in three months.

Gabriel had been desperate. They’d been married five years and she’d given birth to their son three months ago. There had been a few complications with the birth and she’d needed time to heal. Not to mention the fact that having a baby was a constant cock block.

When his sister offered to take Junior, he hadn’t argued. He’d gone home, got his son, who he loved dearly, along with an overnight bag, and he’d taken the opportunity to make love to his woman.

He found his release but rather than move off her, he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in place. He kissed her neck and breathed her in.

“Do you think we’ve been selfish?” she asked.

“I don’t care.”

“Are you happy, Gabriel?”

He frowned. Sliding out of her, he moved so he could stare into her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be happy?”

She placed a hand on his chest, over his heart. “Being married. A dad. It wasn’t anything like you’d planned. Are you happy with your life?”