“If we’re going to have a future together, you can’t ever doubt my love, Callie West. Do you understand that?”
“Evander, from the first day we met, you’ve been my savior, and you still are. I know what I’m getting into, and Iwouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t even think about pushing me away. Not now. Not ever.”
The room was too quiet. Too still.
He exhaled, then came back to the chair, slowly sitting down. The leather creaked slightly. Evander reached for her hand and kissed the back of it.
“I don’t deserve you.”
She smiled, taking in every detail of his face. There was nowhere else she wanted to be. Then she remembered Guy’s Titties.
“What about everyone at the club?”
“All fine,” he answered quickly as if reading her mind before she even asked.
“What about the police? Are you going to get into trouble?”
He smirked. “You’re cute. Get some rest. I’m making soup.” Evander got up and left the room.
****
Two Weeks Later
“You’re home early,” she said.
Evander’s contract had been much easier than expected. He’d gotten the target in his sites from the high-rise across from the office building within minutes. It was clean and precise. The first thing that entered his thoughts as he packed up his rifle, was Callie waiting for him at home. It was nice to actually have something worth going home to. Before she’d come into his world, life had been sterile and empty. Now he looked forward to each day.
“And I brought you something.” He’d had his hand behind his back since walking through the door.
“What is it?” She ran her hands up his chest with the excitement of a child.
“Just alittlesomething.”
“I don’t care what it is.”
He revealed the wildflowers he’d picked for her. It was absolutely crazy for a man like him to see flowers along the side of the roadway and think about how Callie would love them. Evander was out picking them like some fucking asshole after finishing his contract, but he didn’t care. Her happiness was everything to him.
“Do you like them or would you prefer roses?”
“Oh, no, these are perfect. I love them so much. Thank you.” She reached up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
Being pent-up for weeks while she recuperated meant that single kiss made his dick hard as lead. And she smelled so fucking good, like vanilla and her fancy shampoo. As she examined her flowers, he snatched them away from her, making her gasp lightly.
“Later,” he said. “Right now, I need to be balls-deep inside you.”
Her mouth opened but no sound came out. She was fully healed now with a few almost faded bruises left, but she said a while ago they didn’t hurt anymore.
He backed her up until she collided with the wall in the hallway. Evander grabbed each of her thick thighs and hoisted her up, rubbing his hard cock against her cunt. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Do you think you can handle me, baby?”
Callie nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes, I want you, Evander…”
He immediately silenced her words with his mouth, kissing her with the intensity of his feelings for her. The more they kissed, the more his need grew.