I was laying on top of him, our breathing back to being even, Hunter’s hands moving over me like they always did after he made love to me. It was beautiful, something I would never get tired of. I kissed his chest and lifted up to look at him. “I love you,” I said.
“Love you too, baby.” Then he brushed my hair away from my neck, his dark, possessive gaze going to his name marking my skin. “You changed my whole world, you and Josh. You make it a better place to be every damn day.” He smoothed his fingers along my jaw. “What we’ve got. You and me. Nothing better.”
I swallowed hard and choked down the lump in my throat. “Nothing better,” I agreed.
Then he rolled me to my back, slid inside me again, and started moving.
I arched against the mattress as he pushed deep, but forced my eyes to stay open so I could watch him.
“Tell me you love me again,” he said looking down at me.
“I love you,” I said immediately.
His gaze slid to my neck, to the ink there, to his name permanently marking my skin, then back. He smiled, his wide, gorgeous smile.
Nope. Nothing better.
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BROKEN REBEL
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Coming October 2017 from SMP Swerve
My heart jumped in my chest. I was so fucking sick of this, sick of myself. Sick of these feelings that wouldn’t go away. Neco had been my Superman, and last night, when he tried to take back that kiss, he showed me how he really felt. He might want me, but he didn’t want to want me. My fantasy of us together was never going to happen, and now he was going to try to get in the way of what I desperately wanted, again. Suddenly, I was—furious. Hurt. Broken.
Done.
Done holding it in. Done pretending that I wasn’t feeling what I was feeling.
My own anger rose higher, exploded past what was healthy, and mixed with the hurt hammering me. I just sort of . . . snapped, reacting in a way I never had before. I stepped closer to Neco, pressed my hand to his chest, and shoved . . . hard.
He barely moved, so I did it again, with both hands this time.
The elevator doors slid open. Neither one of us moved. Neco stood there, staring at me, his green eyes shooting fire at me, through me.
“I wouldn’t do that again if I were you,” he said, his voice low and hard.
The doors slid shut again.
“No? Why the hell not?” I shoved him again, this time putting my full body weight behind it.
He grabbed my wrists suddenly and came at me, striding forward, forcing me back. His body collided with mine, and I hit the wall behind me. Neco crowded in, teeth gritted.
Right then, I didn’t give a shit. “Oh no, you’re pissed off at me . . . again,” I fired at him, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Well, news flash, I don’t give a shit.” I tried to yank my wrists from his hold, but he didn’t let go.
“Yeah, well, I’m sick of your shit, woman. Sick to death of your fucking games. There are a fuck of a lot of other things I’d rather be doing tonight than chasing your ass around the city.”
Taking that job with Harry was hardly a game. Neither was my decision to finally let Neco go, and yeah, I’d messed with him in the past, but not for some sick entertainment like he obviously believed. That he hadn’t worked it out, the truth behind all of this, that he thought I would play with him to amuse myself because I was bored, or some ridiculous attention seeker, hurt like hell. Why couldn’t he see? Why couldn’t he see me?
“You chose to come after me. I was just fine,” I said.
“Didn’t look that way to me.”
“That’s because you see what you choose to see.”
“I see just fine,” he snarled.
“What’s the real problem here? Did your need to interfere in my life get in the way of something tonight?” I said, my words fueled by pain and frustration. “Did you have plans to fuck your cop? Is that what has you so wound up, why you’re acting like such a giant asshole?”
He scowled down at me, actually baring his teeth.
“Good,” I yelled. His grip tightened, and I hissed like a wild cat. “I hope I ruined your night.”
“Ruby,” he gritted out.
I yanked my wrists free and shoved at him again, but he grabbed my hands and held them over my head.
“Don’t you fucking Ruby me.” I struggled to get out of his hold, but his fingers were like iron manacles.
“That’s why you did this? Quitting your job, threatening to work for Harry, just so you could get my attention?”
I was breathing heavily, heart pounding, pulse racing. “No. I wanted to get the hell away from you. And I can assure you it’s no goddamn threat.”