Page 71 of Broken

“Gee, don’t hold back, Sunshine,” I mutter drolly.

“You’re also sexy, sweet, gentle, loving, protective, and just plain freakinggoodall the way to the core.”

“Gabby,” I whisper, finding it hard to speak.

“And for some reason, you want me despite the stupid shit I’ve pulled in my past.”

“Gabby—”

“You’re gung-ho to be the man in my child’s life—a child most men wouldn’t want breathing—let alone sign on to help take care of. Who are you, King?”

“Gabby—”

“And how in the hell can you be real?”

I stare at her a moment, shaking my head. “Are you going to let me talk now?”

“Have at it,” she murmurs.

“I’m also the man who loves you. Did you forget that?”

“I’m kind of having a hard time believing that important tidbit,” she whispers.

“What’s a man got to do to prove it to you?” I ask, watching her closely.

“You’re kind of already doing it. It’s just freaking me out,” she admits.

“You should probably brace, Sunshine, because I plan on giving you a lot more.”

“You should probably know you’re making me fall deeply in love with you, and history has shown that’s never been a good thing for the man in question.”

“You weren’t dealing with a man then, Gabby. You are now.”

She nods. “I’m starting to see that.”

“Good. Now, before we have to leave and I have to go tell Diesel and the boys I’m not joining up, I want you to lift up so I can pull those damn shorts from your body and eat your sweet pussy.”

“I … you … you’re going to?—”

“I’m going to eat you out until you come all over my face,” I growl, already eager for the taste of her on my tongue.

“You haven’t done that before,” she points out something we both know.

“I’ve been going slow with you. I think we turned that corner last night. You disagree?”

“No, I think we turned a corner,” she says, licking her lips.

“Good, now lift and give your man a taste of your sweet.”

She blows out a breath and nods. I can see she’s nervous, so I make sure to look directly at her, giving her what reassuranceI can. “Keep your eyes on me, Gabby. You feel the fear slithering in and need to call a halt, then you do that. We’ll go at your pace on all things. You get me?”

She smiles a wobbly smile at me. “I get you, King.”

I watch as she lifts, then wink up at her as I slide her panties and shorts down. “Open for me, baby,” I instruct. She takes a deep breath, then stretches her legs out, making room for me. My gaze moves to her sweet pussy that’s covered in a smattering of blonde curls that are glistening and wet. I let my fingers lightly brush against them, thinking there’s something profound and sweet about seeing her like this. “My Gabriella,” I croon, pulling her lips apart, while my finger rubs against her folds.

“God, I love when you use my name,” she whimpers, trembling with need. I rake my gaze over her, taking in the way her head is thrown back in need, her eyes hooded and full of desire, and her beautiful stomach, stretched and carrying a life inside, her breasts heavy and full of milk which she will give the child—our child.I seriouslycan’t handle the beauty before my eyes, so I turn back to my woman’s pussy and set about devouring her and making sure I bring her so much pleasure she’ll never question the fact that I love her again.

When it’s over, I don’t know if I achieved my goal, but if I didn’t, I know it will be something I won’t mind showing her over and over.

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