Page 128 of Parrish

Choose us.

The ugly creeps into the beautiful and I start to think about the night before the accident. All those emotions I felt as the minutes on the clock ran out surface and desperation claws at me. Jack sees it, he sees the pain and the longing in my eyes and something snaps inside of him. He flips me over so I’m on all fours and forcefully drives his cock into me.

A gasp sounds from the back of my throat as I clutch the sheets between my fingers and push back against his hips. He winds my hair around his fist and forces my back to arch as he leans over me, pressing his lips to my ear. As if he could read my mind, he tells me what I’ve yearned to hear since the day I became his wife.

“Told you if you came back to me, I’d choose you over everything,” he says, pushing deeper inside of me. “This is me doing that,” he informs. “This is me keeping my promise.”

Maybe it’s the intensity of the moment or maybe it’s the connection but it doesn’t take much for me to fall over the edge and it’s a matter of thrusts before I’m on all fours, spasming around his cock.

He thrusts harder.

Powers faster.

Goes deeper.

So, so, deep.

Reaching his climax, he calls my name as he comes, and it sounds like a prayer on his lips. His arms snake around my middle and he holds me against him as he catches his breath. Bas raps his knuckles against the door again and I turn my head, watching him intently as he stares at the offensive door.

“Give me ten minutes,” he grunts.

Hair messed, sweat dripping from his brow, he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on and when he lowers his head, our eyes lock and my breath hitches.

This man.

This beautiful man.

I wished for him.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Jack Parrish

Zipping up my jeans, I bend and press a quick kiss to her lips. Leaning back an inch, I run the back of my hand down her cheek and take a seat on the edge of the bed. I want to crawl into bed with her and forget the fucking world around us exists but unfortunately for us that isn’t an option. It never has been, and it may very well never will be. I can promise to put her first but there will always be times in my life where duty calls and I’m torn between revenge and peace.

Heaven and fucking Hell.

“We need to talk,” I start, dropping my hand from her face. She tucks the sheet under her arms and folds her hands on her lap as she cocks her head and studies me.

“Times up isn’t it?”

Our time was up the moment Bas knocked on the door, but I stole a few more minutes off the clock. I don’t tell her that though. Instead, I reach for her hand and bring it to rest on my knee.

“For now,” I tell her, giving her hand a squeeze. “But things are different now, Reina. The deal with the district attorney is off the table and I ain’t looking to reclaim my patch. From now until the day I draw my last breath, I’m yours. I’m here and I ain’t going anywhere.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jack,” she whispers. “Bas isn’t knocking on the door to take you to mass.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Right, and the club is on lockdown.”

“Reina,” I say, biting the inside of my cheek.

“What happened, Jack?”

Sighing, I look away from her. Ever since my meds started to fail me and I got into this mess with the cartel, I’ve been confiding in her. Another sign of weakness and more of a reason to turn the gavel over to Wolf.

“Jack,” she calls, forcing my gaze back to her. My mind wanders back to the book Nico found and the last entry. Before I found her sobbing in the bathroom and lost my head, I was intent on confronting her about the book and what she had written but I immediately became consumed by the need to console her and erase the hurt I caused that I tossed the book to the floor. The threat made while Lacey and Danny were sleeping became a distant memory and the impending war, well, it simply didn’t exist. All that mattered was the fact my wife had found her love for me and I needed to reclaim her as my own.

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