When I finally reach him, my heart rate has picked up and my hands are shaking, but I smile anyway despite my inner turmoil. “Husband,” I say, making both sets of eyes on him turn straight to me.
“Wife,” he replies smiling.
My eyes travel to each girl, both with blonde hair the exact opposite of mine. They both eye me suspiciously, but keep a lock on his arms as they stand on either side.
“I see you’ve downgraded,” I say smiling.
I watch his lip quirk, but it’s gone before he speaks again, “Anything is a downgrade from you, Everly.”
Neither girl seems bothered at all by the insulting. Perhaps it’s gone over their blonde heads that he’s downgraded by being with them.
“I would hope so.”
He doesn’t make a move to reach for me, simply stands there not moving.
“Why are you here?” I ask.
“Why are you here?” he repeats my question.
I look back over my shoulder to see May standing at the bar talking to someone as she orders our drinks. “It’s May’s birthday. We’re celebrating.”
“That’s nice,” he says, not sounding at all like himself.
“Tell your girls to leave, so we can speak.”
He looks to both of them and nods, and they walk away like they’ve been ordered to do so, like good little girls.
“What do you want to speak about, Mrs. Reid?”
My spine straightens at the use of that name. “I would like my things back from the storage unit.”
“Is that all?”
I nod.
He steps in closer, his hand itching to touch mine. “Are you sure that’s all, Everly? You sure you don’t want me to take you out the back and fuck you against the wall?”
“What?” I say with my eyes wide.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you. And I’m craving you, Everly Reid.”
“I’ve seen you now on two separate occasions with women. A man who wants his wife as much as you say you do, wouldn’t do that.”
“Appearances have to be kept. I can’t be heartbroken over a woman, now can I? Especially not in my business.” He steps closer. “They would know you’re my weakness.”
My hand falls on his chest, and I know the minute I make contact it’s a serious mistake. Touching him will always be my biggest mistake.
“Let me have you, Everly.”
“No.”
He doesn’t listen to my answer, though, as he leans closer and his lips touch my neck ever so slightly. “Are you sure, Everly? I can be fast. Though, it goes against everything in me to have you fast when I could treasure you.”
My breathing picks up and his lips drag across my neck and I nod my head. It’s all I can do. Fucking nod.
He basically drags me, keeping one hand on me at all times in case I run. Gunner opens the back door, and the minute we’re in the dark, his hands go up my dress and he pushes me against the wall. His lips find mine in the dark, and I’m glad I can’t see him. I know if I look, I will see he’s as desperate as I am right now. Our hands fighting to find and touch everywhere they can, while they can.
I am an idiot for being here right now.
But this part? I’ve never had a problem with this, it’s the dominating I don’t like.
My hands touch his face, stopping him from moving his lips down my neck and he brings them back to my lips, kissing me as if he’s breathing me in for the first time and I’m his last and first breath.
He’s that for me.
Our lips smash and his tongue glides, one hand pulls my leg against his waist to wrap it around. Then he pulls my panties to the side and in one swift movement, he is in me. My mouth opens even wider at the gasp of him entering me, and I forget how to move my hips. He doesn’t, though, and when he pushes into me and releases, then does it again, he kisses my lips and down to my neck then back again.
Right now, in this very moment as he takes control and fucks me with everything he is, I remember our passion. I remember how much I loved being with him when it was just us two in bed. But that was all false. It’s not what he wants. He only did all those things so he could have me the way he wanted.
I go still as he pushes inside me again and he notices. He notices everything, so he stops, his hard cock in me as a stray tear leaks down my cheek.
“Everly.”
I shake my head and move instead. I don’t want his damn words, and I don’t trust my own right now, so the best thing to do is let him fuck me and walk away from this, pretending we didn’t just fall into the love-drunk trap that is Gunner Reid and Everly Thorne.