Reaper's Salvation (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 3)

“I do.” Gavin rubbed his stiff dick along her waistline.

Ginny parted her thighs, giving him enough space to lay between them, giving in to him immediately.

Placing each of his forearms on the pillow beneath her head, Gavin braced his upper body over hers. “We’ll be late,” he warned.

“Who cares?” She impishly raised her head off the pillow to kiss the side of his neck.

Gavin pulled his neck away to stare down at her with an expression she had trouble deciphering. “Ginny …?”

“Hmm …?” Wrapping her thighs around his, she raised her eyes to his, surrendering her whole being to him.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Confused, she started to slide her legs away, but he caught one leg behind her knee and pulled it back to his hip.

“Love me so much.”

She gave him a tender smile. “I’m afraid I can’t help that.”

“I don’t want you hurt.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Then don’t hurt me,” she said simply.

Gavin closed his eyes as if he were in terrible pain.

“Hey, wild man.” She directed his attention back to her, not knowing what was going on in his head. “Where’d you go?” Ginny kissed his chin when he opened his eyes.

“I’m here.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“I’m here.”

“I don’t think you are. I think you went back to that basement. I think a part of you is still locked inside.”

“Stop.” Gavin tried to pull off her, but she tightened her legs around him, refusing to let go.

“It’s okay, wild man. My heart is open whenever you’re ready to walk through that door.”

“What if I never can?”

“My love doesn’t have time limits. It’s everlasting.”

Ginny could see the toxic train of thoughts that held him.

“Nothing lasts forever.”

“My love will.”

“You say that now, but what if I piss you off or—”

“Or we get separated?” Ginny finished for him, seeing the fear that her big, tough man would never admit to in a quadrillion years.

“I’ll stay true to you forever,” she promised, running her hand down his spine and feeling him arch under her touch like a big cat. “My love will,” she vowed, giving him the assurance he didn’t even know he was asking for. “Forever and a day, my love will be endless.”

“People make that promise at least a thousand times a day. I’ve been promised that before. Promises are meaningless.”

“Maybe so, but those promises weren’t made by me. I don’t forget my promises just because the person isn’t there to see me keep track of them.” Ginny shifted slightly under him to place her hand over his heart. “Mine is engraved in gold … right here. You don’t even have to lock it inside; it will always be there for you. Only for you. It will never tarnish or go cold, even when we’re no longer on this Earth. My love for you isn’t fool’s gold; it’s real and true and will never end.”

“You don’t know what the future holds. I’m the first man you loved. Time changes a person. Ten years from now, you could be saying the same thing to another man.”

“I won’t.”

“You don’t know th—”

“I do. Wild man … there’s only one Gavin James. There was only one key made for my heart.”

Gavin crushed her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath at the intensity, as if he was having an inner struggle to believe her.

Returning his kiss, she ferociously battled back, parting her lips to give him what he needed. The mental struggle between them had them passionately wiggling and writhing on the bed as their bodies took over, drowning them in a haze of desire where time stood still and the only sounds in the room were sighs and moans. Ginny held him close when she felt him shuddering over her, surrendering every ounce of her being to him. Giving him a butterfly kiss on the curve of his neck, she wiggled out from under him to tug at him.

“Come on … up. You’ve relaxed enough.” Seeing what she was doing was useless, she picked up a pillow, whomping him over the head, then hastily running toward the bathroom at his growl.

She was merrily singing “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus in the shower when Gavin stepped inside. She impishly gave him a sultry look before she stepped out, closing the door behind her.

“Get back in here!”

Pressing her naked breasts against the glass, she seductively teased him. “Nuh-uh … Next time, be quicker. I’m already done.”

Gavin moved to press his body on the opposite side. “Come back in here. I have something to give you.”

“Like I’m going to fall for that,” she taunted, looking back over her shoulder as she reached for the towel to wrap herself.

“You’re lucky I used most of my strength fucking you, or I’d come after you.”

“Old man, it has nothing to do with strength; you just aren’t motivated enough.” Ginny giggled, pointing at his limp dick.