When I open my eyes to look up at him, I see sweat beading on his lip and brow and a look of complete adoration mixed with desperation on his face.
If he never told me he loved me, I would know just from the way he’s looking at me right now.
“Come for me, Muffler. Come deep inside of me,” I beg him, and he sucks in a stuttered breath before he slams into me one last time.
His cum splashes, hot and thick, against my inside walls, and my inner vixen purrs as he slumps forward, completely spent.
We lay there on top of the pool table for a few minutes, just trying to catch our breath.
“That’s a hell of a homecoming,” I joke with him as I run my hands over his back.
“You can’t leave me, Beretta,” he says, and I’m caught off guard by the seriousness of his tone.
“What? I’m not going anywhere.”
He lifts and stares into my eyes, “Promise me. No matter what happens, you’re going to stick this shit out with me.”
I caress his face, “I promise, Muffler. You got me for life,” I tell him, and even though I mean every word, something in Muffler’s expression tells me he doesn’t believe me.
What could he possibly do to ever make me want to leave?
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Muffler
Soft feathery kisses wake me from my slumber, and a smile breaks across my face. It feels fucking awesome to be able to wake up happy. Everything that has anything to do with Beretta makes me happy. I was such a fucking fool to break things off with her all those years ago. I wasn’t only a fool. I was an idiot, a man who was afraid to push through all the pain we went through together.
I’ve been missing out on all this love, both physical and emotional. And for what? Because I didn’t think my life was good enough for her. We belong together. That’s the bottom line. I could dwell on it, but I’m stronger and wiser now. I know I have a blessing right here in my lap, and there’s no way I’m going to waste it.
I used to be so worried about protecting her, but Beretta doesn’t need protecting. At least, that’s what I know she’d tell me. Beretta can take care of herself, and she has. In fact, she’s done it for so damn long. In a way, I want to protect her still, but only when she wants me to. Regardless, I’ll be right by her side.
“It’s so early,” I grumble when I look over to the clock on the wall and see it’s not even eight in the morning. Not that I mind being woken up like this, but after all the shit that I’ve gone through with the cult, I just want to sleep. Though, my need to have my woman under me again is quickly outweighing any desire I have to sleep.
“I know. I’m used to Destiny running around by now.” She chuckles and continues to kiss down my back.
“Yeah, I miss her,” I reply absentmindedly.
Oh, fuck.
The both of us stiffen at the very same second, and I feel Beretta’s head lift off my back. Her hand is right where my tattoo is. The memorial to our daughter.
She asked about Destiny. She shouldn’t know Destiny exists. Not unless her memory is coming back.
“What the . . .” Beretta mutters, and I’m quick to turn around. “That’s when it happened . . .” Beretta’s eyes are wide, and she’s kneeling up now in the bed. Her face is turning red, and I can basically see the wheels struggling to turn in her brain.
She’s figuring it out. This is happening now. I’m going to lose her all over again. I’m not ready. Please, oh, God. I’m not fucking ready.
“Babe, hold on. Let me explain.” I try to sit up, but she pushes me back down hard.
“That’s when it happened.” She’s breathing hard, and her body shakes with fury. “That’s when we lost our baby. It was years ago. Fucking years!” she screeches and jumps off the bed, her hands tugging at her hair.
Tears stream down her face, and I hop off the bed naked to go to her. She puts a hand up to stop me from coming any closer to her.
“Destiny . . . that’s Boss’s kid? She has a baby? What the hell . . . oh my God. How long . . . when did . . .” She can’t even get a complete question out of her mouth, and I watch helplessly as my woman crumbles in front of me.
“How long ago? How long ago did it happen?” she questions me, and instantly I try to think of a good lie to tell her. Anything that will soften this blow.
I don’t have the time. She lunges for my phone before I can stop her.