Page 91 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Fuck!”
Fire erupts through my body a second before I come harder than I ever have in my fucking life. Emptying every last drop of it into her warm, hot pussy.
Dropping my head back, while trying to catch my breath, Grace rests hers on my shoulder. Our bodies stick together from sweat. “Jesus, Grace.”
I’m not really sure what else there is to fucking say.
She brings her forehead to rest on mine, her warm eyes glowing with satisfaction, but also some hesitancy.
She cups my face, “I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”
I would have laughed out loud if her concern wasn’t dripping with sincerity. “Yeah, baby, you did, and it felt fucking great.” To drive the point home I lean in and press a hard kiss to her mouth.
When I pull back she has a soft smile on her perfect face, “Wanna know somethin’, Sexy Sawyer?”
“What, Cupcake.”
“I’m madly in love with you.”
And as if that doesn’t have the biggest fucking smile breaking out across my face too. Bringing my hands to frame her face I draw her mouth down to mine again. “I love you too, baby,” I whisper against her lips, “I’m glad I found someone who loves me as much as I love myself.”
She lets out one of her sweet fucking giggles, which is what I was hoping for. “Actually, Sexy Sawyer, you found someone who loves ya more than you love yourself. Who knew that was even possible?”
I chuckle, “I sure as fuck didn’t, Cupcake.”
After a little more kissing, and getting ourselves half-decent, I carry her into the house and put us to bed. As her sweet, warm body curls into mine, complete satisfaction fills me… Everything is almost perfect. Just one more thing to take care of before I can give her the life she’s always deserved.
As we get closer to our destination, the rage that I have tamped down for the last week threatens to erupt.
“Okay, man, we’re getting closer. Are we going to make a plan here or are we winging it? Because I always think a plan is best,” Jaxson asks, breaking through some of the violence that’s rushing through me.
“The plan is, we go in there and we don’t fucking leave until we get her mom’s ashes.”
“And what if he doesn’t have them? He may have gotten rid of them,” Cade asks, voicing worst-case scenario.
“For that motherfucker’s sake he better hope that’s not the case.” That will have signed his fucking death warrant if he has.
He hated me. He just hated me so much and I never knew why. I still don’t. I never did nothin’, Sawyer.
I grip the steering wheel tighter; Grace’s sad, trembling voice replaying in my head has my violence jacking to a whole new level.
“How far are you taking this, Evans? Give us a heads-up here, because if you can’t keep your fucking head straight tell us now. You know I have no problem handing someone a beating if they deserve it, but right now you look like you’re ready to commit murder. I’ve never fucking seen you like this, and if I get my ass thrown in jail Jules will fucking kill me.”
“I won’t kill him, like I said my first priority is to get what belongs to Grace. But, he fucking hurt her and for that, I’m going to fucking hurt him.”
I feel both of them stare at me, waiting to see if I’ll explain further, but I don’t. Jaxson breaks the silence again. “You know, Anna brought up an idea to me the other night for our gym, that I think we should talk about.”
“What’s that?” Cade asks.
“She thinks we should give self-defense classes.”
“What, for like women?” I ask, as the idea rolls around in my head.
He shrugs, “Yeah women, or whoever fucking needs them. She even mentioned a kids program. Cooper thought it would be good too. He said Victim Services are always looking for self-defense classes around the area but have a hard time finding anything. And we’re more than fucking qualified to run something like that. I mean I know our main purpose is a go-to place for some of the local fighters, to have a remote place to train at and people to work out in. But I’ve been rolling it around in my head since and the more I think about it, the more I think it’s a great idea. I mean, I wish now Jules would have known how to kick-ass, after what that fucker did to her.” His voice turns hard, and for the first time, I truly understand what he’s feeling.
“I like the idea,” Cade says, speaking up now, “especially the kid thing. Although Evans or Coop will have to run that shit. You and I will scare the fuck out of little kids.”
Yeah, that’s probably true.
“Well after we open, why don’t we throw something for our women and have them bring a friend. We can test out a class on them and go from there?”
Both Jaxson and Cade nod their agreements. Things go silent for the next ten minutes it takes us to get to our destination. Rage begins to pound inside of me again, but it quickly turns to dread when I turn down the street. This has got to be the slum of all slums: small houses that are barely standing, bars on the windows, if they have windows at all. Garbage litters the street and lawns, one guy who looks no older than high-school age is passed out on his fucking lawn, and it’s fucking noon.
“Jesus Christ!” Jaxson voices my thoughts.
I feel sick thinking Grace lived somewhere like this. Although the shit on this street is probably nothing compared to what was going on in the house she lived in.
I come to a stop in front of a small, run-down white and green house. I immediately know I am the right place without having to check because of the sleek silver truck that’s parked in the driveway.
He spent all of my money. That’s where the new truck came from.
