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He placed his hands over mine, guiding me back towards his body. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll pay when the time comes. Tell me again.”

“You’re hurt.” I was digging my heels in, stubborn to the core, for him.

“Meredith, you’re ruining the moment. Tell me again.”

My brain fog cleared, and all I focused on was my husband. The man who’d never given up on me. Who saw me for exactly who I was and never tried to change me. “I love you.”

“‘Bout damn time.” Grizz kissed me, sucking my soul through my lips as he bent me backwards.

There was a loud cheer behind us, but neither one of us was paying attention. “I love you,” I whispered against his lips as he brought me to a standing position.

“I was waiting for you to realize that. It’s what’s given me hope all these months. You’ve never tried to leave. If you had, I would have let you go.” He kissed me one more time. “Try it now, and see how far you get. You’re mine, baby.”

I wrapped my arms around his back and let him pull me against his chest. “I love you, but Sabre’s probably waiting his turn to make sure you’re alright.”

“Eh, he can wait.”

“No, I need to learn to share. You’re alive, and that’s all I care about it.” I pulled away from Grizz, preparing to head back to my barstool, but he held my hand. I stayed next to him as Sabre moved in, throwing his arm around Grizz. They whispered to each other, but it was so soft, I couldn’t hear what was being said.

“You have twenty minutes before the pizza gets here, if you want to get cleaned up,” Sabre said.

Grizz said nothing as he led me towards the stairs. He bulldozed through the door of our room, not stopping until he reached into the shower and turned it on. “Strip.”

“You going to devour me?” This was something entirely different. It sent a shiver down my spine as I pulled his sweatshirt over my head.

“I’ve got about seventeen minutes to ruin your pussy for anyone else. Strip.”

I stood there, staring at him. Grizz had said things like that before, but the man staring back at me with such intensity was making me feral. I wasn’t moving fast enough.

“I’d rip these off of you, but they’re your comfort.” He grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and roughly tugged it over my head. “You’ve got a minute to get your naked ass in that shower, or I’m ripping the leggings.”

I only had a few pairs of leggings, and there was no way I was walking around downstairs, pants-less. My ass was in the shower in under a minute. He wasn’t playing, and I didn’t want to test the boundaries of his patience.

The water rained down on us as he picked me up, pinning me against the shower wall with my legs wrapped around his hips. I felt him grab himself and enter me in one swift stroke. My head fell against the wall, letting out a low moan.

I held on as tight as I could, my nails digging into the back of his neck, grounding us in this moment. Grizz didn’t hold back as he slammed into me repeatedly. Each thrust was hard, breaking me open, so that my love spilled all over him.

He held me tight against him, and I never wanted to experience anything different. I placed my forehead against his. This was my fairytale. I’d die a fortunate woman if I got to spend the rest of my life with this man. Wherever he went, I’d follow with no questions asked.

“I love you,” I said, as my body shattered with my impending orgasm. Grizz wouldn’t let me fall, and even if I did, he’d pick up the pieces, putting them back together.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips, before claiming them in a hard, searing kiss. He growled, the sound vibrating around us as the water rained down. “Mine.”

Chapter 19

Was It Something I Said?

Meredith

Grizz held my hand as we took the last step down into the main room. There was so much activity, I couldn’t think, but the front door opened, revealing the newest prospect. I was as bad as the brothers, never paying the prospects any attention. I didn’t know their names beyond the assigned letters, nor had I cared to get to know them. It had nothing to do with Pulse and everything to do with my instability. They were four more people I didn’t have the energy to entertain.

The newest prospect, D, walked through the front door and kicked it closed with his boot. His eyes bounced over the stack of pizza boxes he held, bags of wings dangling from his arms. I didn’t envy him. If he dropped anything, he’d have to replace dinner. He also wouldn’t outlive the teasing, and the brothers would give him a food-inspired road name. Anytime it came up, they’d relive this moment. Prospects wanted cool names, not “Pizza Boy”.

Grace saw him and took charge, ushering D to the banquet table. “Here,” she said, reaching for a stack of the boxes. Theprospect slid the rest onto the table and emptied his arms. “Are you still on guard duty, Caleb?” she asked him.

“No, ma’am. We just had shift change.”

“Alright, when dinner is over, I’ll make a plate for Jacob, and you can take it out to him.”

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