Gentry (Wolves of Winter's Edge Book 1)(26)

"Fine, but I want something in return." She kissed his neck, and then sucked gently.                       
       
           



       

Gentry groaned out the word, "Anything."

"I want your heart to."

Gentry picked her up and held her close as he walked them toward the  cabin. He leaned forward and whispered against her ear, "That was yours  from the moment I saw you."

Butterflies flapped around in her stomach so hard she hunched into  herself with the sensation and let off a happy sigh. And before she  could stop her mouth, the words, "I think I love you," plopped out.

Mortified, she squeaked and buried her face against his shoulder.

He laughed and gathered her hair at the nape of her neck, then pulled  her back gently and locked onto her with that striking gaze of his.  "When was the last time you said that to a man?"

"My ex." Her cheeks were on fire. Right about now, she could probably fry an egg on her face.

"And before that?"

Blaire shrugged. "No one before that. Met the ex when we were kids."

"So you're saying I'm only your second I love you."

She nodded and scrunched her face up into an embarrassed smile.

Gentry set her down outside her cabin's front door. He slid his hands  down her arms, his fingertips making a zipping noise against the thick  material of her winter coat. He intertwined his fingers with hers and  leaned into her, kissed her so sweetly. Much sweeter than a man who had  the devil in his smile should be able to. He disengaged with a soft  smack and then cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead, her  closed eyes, the tip of her nose.

And then he whispered something that changed her life in a moment. "I  love you too, Blaire. Before you, there was no one. You're the first and  only."





Chapter Fifteen




Gentry loved her.

It hadn't been a slow build either. This burning light between them had  been an explosive sensation that left Blaire breathless. Was this what  love was supposed to be like? Was it the sudden realization of some  other force in the universe shaped exactly like the hole in her heart?  Was a connection like this supposed to be so instantaneous?

Gentry led her into the cabin by only her fingertips. She felt like she  was floating. Last night had been incredible, but now she knew she  wasn't just casual sex to him.

Everything.

She'd never been that for someone else before. She'd been an add-on, but  never everything. If this was what it was like bonding to a werewolf,  she didn't mind what he was at all. It made no difference that he had  Wolf inside of him. She adored them both. He and the animal were both  hers to protect now.

Gentry turned at the bedroom door and walked backward, peeling off his shirt.

His six-pack flexed with the movement, his scars silver in contrast with  his tanned skin. His deep V of muscle guided her attention right to his  crotch. He lifted his chin and smirked as he undid his belt that rode  low on his hips.

"Whoo," she sighed out, shaking her head in disbelief that he was hers.

He nodded and dragged his gaze to her jacket. "Your turn."

Oh, he wanted a strip-tease. There was a hundred percent chance she was  about to turn him off indefinitely with her un-sexy moves, but she was  game for anything if he would let loose his dang belt.

With a nervous laugh, she splayed her hands on his abs and pushed him  backward until his back hit the wall closest to his bed. Gentry relaxed  against it and waited, so she unzipped her jacket slowly and shrugged  out of it. She pulled her sweater over her head, but it got hooked on  her dangly earring. Blaire tried to be smoother, removed the earring and  left it in the shirt, dropped the sweater on the ground, then removed  her other earring in a rush. Gentry chuckled, and Blaire's cheeks heated  slightly. If this was anyone else, she would've gotten super  embarrassed and quit, but Gentry made it easy to be herself. That, and  he was still rocking an obvious boner, so she wasn't doing that bad. The  boots were next. She was clumsy, but he didn't seem to mind so long as  she did her bending at the waist with her butt toward him. Socks and  skinny jeans removed, she locked her arms on the bed and wiggled her  see-through lace, hooker-red panty-clad butt at him with a laugh.

But Gentry wasn't smiling anymore. His eyes were trained on her  backside, and that man looked hungry. As she moved to stand, he shoved  off the wall and gently pushed her between the shoulder blades until she  was back to resting her palms on the mattress.

He ran a light fingertip along her red lacy bra. "Did you match your lingerie for me today, Trouble?"

"Maybe," she said cheekily. "Or maybe I just matched them for myself."

"Mmmm," he murmured, the sound tapering into a growl as he leaned his  body over hers. He inhaled deeply at her neck and whispered, "Werewolves  can sense a lie." He hooked a finger into the lace at her hip and  rolled his erection against her ass. "Are these for me?"                       
       
           



       

Excitement zinged through her. "Yes," she said on a breath. "It's all for you."

Her bra went loose and fell around her wrists. There was the quick  rattle of his zipper and, oh, this was happening fast now. The shuffle  of clothes sounded, and then her panties slid down her thighs to her  ankles. She kicked out of them-ungracefully of course-and gasped when he  nudged her legs wider with his foot. He pushed her shoulder blades  until she was resting on her elbows on the bed, ass up in the air. His  hand was in her hair at the nape of her neck now, pulling gently, making  her arch her back as he teased her with the head of his swollen cock.  This had never been her favorite position, but Gentry was changing that  quick.

He reached around her thigh and cupped her sex, ran his fingers through  her folds and chuckled against the back of her neck. One bitey kiss, and  he whispered, "I like how wet you get for me, Trouble."

Words completely failed her. She wished she had something witty to say  back, something that would turn him on, but all she managed was a  helpless moan as he pushed his dick into her.

She was dizzy with how good he felt inside of her, stretching and  filling her over and over. He sped up, and his thrusts became more  powerful as he pushed her farther onto the bed. He released her hair,  and then his hand was on her breast, squeezing hard, and his other arm  was locked beside her ribs. His body was so powerful against hers as he  thrusted over and over again.

She cried out at the peak of every stroke. He was so big she was on the  verge of pain, but the pleasure overrode everything and fogged her mind.  Suddenly, Gentry pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back, and  then he was on her again, his abs flexing as he pushed into her.

Blaire wrapped her legs around his hips and clawed at his back as the  pressure in her middle exploded outward. The orgasm came so hard and  fast she didn't even have time to cry out his name. All she could do was  cling to him as he slammed into her. He paused as pulsing warm fluid  flooded her, then reared back and bucked again-warmth, warmth, again and  again, until neither one of them had anything left.

Blaire's entire body was shaking, but that was okay because Gentry was  shaking, too. Such deep emotion welled up inside of her as she hugged  him close and laid pecking kisses all over his neck and shoulder. God,  she loved him. She loved the way he was protective and sweet,  understanding and strong. She loved the way they fit together. She loved  that he hadn't just finished without her and left her alone on the bed.  He'd flipped her over when he was close and made sure she came with  him.

"Gentry," she murmured, her heart overflowing.

"I know. I know," he chanted against her neck. "I can feel it."

"What?"

"I can feel how happy you are, Blaire. I can feel you."

A tear streamed out of the corner of her eye. Maybe that's what was  happening to her, too. Maybe all this emotion wasn't only hers. "Is  this …  Are we okay?"

"Yeah," he said, cupping her neck and easing back. His eyes were glowing  again, and his teeth looked sharper when he smiled, but at least he was  smiling. "Bonds are only supposed to happen to werewolves. I thought … I  thought we wouldn't have it." He shook his head, baffled. "I fucking  love you, Blaire. I fucking love you," he murmured, closing his eyes  tightly and resting his forehead on hers.

Another wave of potent emotion washed through her as she clung to him  and cried as quietly as she could. She'd been so sad, utterly  heartbroken, at the failure of her marriage, and then to find this? With  Gentry?