Avenging Angel (Pounding Hearts 5)

Reaching under the pillow, I pull out a cellphone that isn’t mine.

“Is this yours?” I ask.

Her reaction sucks because she instantly goes from the sensual woman who the gods must have modeled all things desirous after, to instant worry. She is still so beautiful, but it’s in a way I haven’t seen before.

Shit.

She presses her phone to ear, her face a mask of worry, and I can only really hear her side of the conversation but I can make out enough to know that some asshat is causing her grief. When he speaks really loudly, my hackles start to rise.

The bear in me is raising back on his hind legs, ready to protect her if she needs it.

She is out of my bed so quickly, pulling her clothes back on, that I know instantly that what we had going just a moment go is over.

Dead and done. No relief for either of us.

Fuck.

I wonder if she realizes I drove us back home last night as she starts patting herself down.

“Crap,” she squeaks out as she must of just realized it. “Did you drive?”

“Yeah, I brought you home last night. You were in no way safe to drive.”

“Were you?”

“Yeah, I’m in training. I have a fight coming up really soon.”

“Um… would it be possible for you to help me go pick up my daughter?”

Daughter. Well, shit. Daughter. There is a word I don’t hear often.

My mouth is moving before my brain even has a chance to react. “Sure. I don’t have a car seat though. I mean we could probably go buy one really quick if we need…”

Her eyes widen. “No, that’s okay, her father uses mine. He won’t buy one because he says it would look bad in his backseat.”

What the fuck? I think to myself as I stand up quick from the bed.

My cock leads the way as I walk towards her.

She looks down and I swear her eyes almost cross as she stares really, really hard at it.

Yeah, I’m not a small guy by any means.

“Um…We… uh...” she stammers out as I pass her to get to my dresser.

I pull out a pair of jeans and some socks. Grabbing a plain white t-shirt from the walk-in closet, I quickly pull on my clothes.

Fuck underwear right now, the big guy needs to relax and not be confined.

Grace looks at me for a moment then smiles. It’s not the biggest of smiles I have seen on her beautiful face, but it’s still a good one.

I lead her through the house that she didn’t see last night. I was more carrying and kissing her through it.

We head into the garage and I use my remote start on my brand new big blue Escalade. I love this fucking SUV; it gives me enough room to stretch out when I drive. Most vehicles are a bitch for a guy of my size.

Opening the door for her, I help her up into it and then go around to my side.

“Where to?” I ask.