Seduce Me (34 page)

“That’s the last of it.” G.T. says dropping the box to the ground with a thud.

“Thank you.” I say looking around at the space that G.T. wants to make ours. The term bachelor pad doesn’t seem right, but it’s the only thing that comes to mind. When we walked in, the house was so damn musty that it suffocated me until G.T. opened some windows and got the funk out.

Food boxes, beer bottles and clothes were strewn throughout the place and I did a quick clean just to move around. Furniture wise, there isn’t much, couch, chair and huge TV. I’ll need to pull some things out of storage soon.

The bedroom is the same, barren, with a bed and dresser. The first thing I did is grab the sheets and bedding and strip them off. G.T. laughed as I went straight out to the trash and chucked them into the can. I do not want to know who or what has been on those sheets and it will be the first order of business to get a new bed. If this is our new life, I’m not doing it on a bed that God knows what happened in.

“Angel, let’s go get a bed and some other shit you want. I want you to make this your place. But none of that pink shit.” He smirks and I damn well know that if I find a damn pink pillow, he’d suck it up and have it, at least for a while.

“Please. I want a place to sleep tonight.” I joke and he laughs.

After shopping and dinner, we lug everything back into the house and I mean lug about ten bags of new, clean things. The bed is being delivered in one hour and I’m tired. Really really tired. Sleep hasn’t been good for me these past few nights.

I yawn and lay on the couch, a feeling of calm washes over me. The sounds here are soft and I find myself relaxing. I fall into a deep sleep.

My eyes flutter open as G.T. picks me up and carries me in his strong arms down the hallway. I look in the bedroom we just walked into. The bed showed up while I was sleeping and G.T. made it with the new sheets we bought. “You set it up?” I whisper surprised.

“Anything for you, Angel. Sleep.” He lays me down softly pulling the blankets up over my body. The bed dips down and G.T. climbs in behind me wrapping his arms around me. I snuggle into his warmth, feel the soft sheets and close my eyes for the most peaceful rest I’ve had in a long time.

I watch my Angel sleep, her breathing slow and deep. I’d do anything to take away her pain. I’d gladly put it on my shoulders and carry it for her. But unfortunately I can’t, and it makes me feel so damn helpless.

It kills me that she couldn’t talk to me about what happened to her. Like I’d ever think less of her if he actually did touch her. But who knows what the hell goes on in a woman’s head. I’m just glad that this doctor is someone she feels that she can talk to. I shouldn’t be hurt that it’s not me, but fuck I can’t help that shit. All I do know for sure is I’m glad she picked a woman to talk to. It was hard enough waiting for her to get through her session. If I’d had to wait while she was in with another man behind closed doors, I would have lost my shit.

I keep in the back of my head all the time to be careful with her. I will not push her. I will show her every damn day that I want her and will always find her beautiful no matter how she feels about what happened.

The memories of that day are etched into my brain and I’d do anything to bleach them out. There are nights that I wake up with a jolt, visions of her hanging by her arms, but I mask that shit quickly, not wanting to scare my girl. She’s been doing so damn good. She’s so fucking strong and I love her more and more each day.

When she wanted to see Shaina, I wanted to flat out refuse. There was no fucking way I wanted her to relive that shit and seeing Shaina would definitely do that. It was selfish, I fully admit. But I had the best intentions at heart. I just want to shield her and protect her as much as I can. Several times I’ve thought of locking her in a room and never letting her leave. But I know she’d never let that fly. I chuckle to myself at the thought.

It’d actually be nice to see that fire. She’s been so mellow. Strong, but subdued.

All I know is that I love her and I will do anything and everything I can to help her get through this.

“G.T.! Stop it!” I laugh and try to put the potato salad in a big bowl to serve, slopping it all over the place. “They’re all due here any minute.” I screech as his hand wraps around my waist and travels up my shirt gripping my breast. I drop the spoon not wanting to make a bigger mess.

“They can wait.” He growls in my neck. After talking with Dr. Anderson several times a week, I feel much better. More like my old self. She is helping me work through my grief for Mia, even though I’ll never get over her loss. I’m also beginning to release what happened with Jace and Paine. It’s amazing what a month can do. After leaving the clubhouse, sleep got so much better. It comes easily, not that I still don’t have the occasional nightmare, but they are becoming few and far between.

I went back to work at the garage and I think that helped me a lot. Being under the hood of a car always soothes me. I’ve managed to keep up with my classes and actually do pretty well with this online thing. G.T. set up the spare room as an office with a desk for me to study. G.T.’s house feels like
our
home.

When I initiated sex for the first time after the incident, G.T. pounced and he has not let up a moment since. I thought I would have more of an issue with sex, but talking to the doctor has helped. One day, I just decided I wanted it and it helps me feel closer to G.T. which is something I desperately crave.

“Quick.” I answer turning in his arms and connect our lips.

“You’re here!” I grab on to Blaze pulling her into the house. I didn’t think she would come, even though I invite her to everything. But she’s here and I’m grateful. The brothers and their ol’ ladies have been here for two hours and the booze and food is flowing. I have come to realize that I love throwing parties.

“I’m here.” She says wrapping her arms around me. I do the same, squeezing her soft body.

“Come in and eat.” I pull her into the kitchen and everyone’s eyes in the room land on her. She is very beautiful and the men and women alike can appreciate her beauty. She squares her shoulders and gives small smiles and waves hi with confidence. Even though she has seen the brothers at the club, she doesn’t interact with them often.

“I’m not really hungry and I can’t stay too long.”

“Bull. You stay, eat and have some fun. You need to stop hiding out all the time.” She gives a small smirk but doesn’t respond.

“Beer Pong!” Bubbles, Becs ol’ lady, yells out. I roll my eyes slightly.

“What are you eighteen?” Harlow chastises. “Oh shit… What the hell.” She throws her arms up and stumbles over to the cabinet pulling out a stack of red and yellow Solo cups. She fills twelve of them partially full. “You got a ping pong ball woman?”

“Hell if I know!” I say going to find G.T., who is now sitting outside on the deck with his brothers, Cruz, Becs, Dagger, Rhys and Zed, who all smirk when I walk out. G.T. full out smiles, his eyes locking with mine. “Hey babe. You got a ping pong ball.”

“Oh shit. Really Angel?” I shrug.

“Bubbles wanted to play, Harlow went along with it and now I’m out finding a ball.”

“I’ve got balls for ya.” Dagger says to the side and G.T. growls.

“You wanna keep those fucking balls?” He asks Dagger, who busts out laughing. “Come on babe. I’ll get it.”

We are on our second round of beer pong and shit, Harlow must have practiced. She keeps hitting them all and focusing her fury on me. I’ve had several shots of beer, but still holding strong.

I look across the room seeing Blaze and Tug in what looks to be a serious conversation. Blaze’s hands are moving all around in front of her and Tug’s arms are crossed over his chest, in the I-am-man-you-listen, stance. G.T. does it a lot, so I’m very familiar with it.

I try to read their mouths, but to no avail. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol that I’ve consumed. I want to know, but it really is none of my business.

My eyes flash to the hottest man that I know,
my man.
His eyes catch mine and I can see them dancing. I wink and he smiles, God I love those damn dimples. I feel the strings trying to connect us and pull me to him, but I also know that if I go, he’ll probably end up carrying me through the house to the bedroom. Not that I mind. I just need to take care of all of our guests.

Life sure has a lot of twists and turns in it. Some you expect and others may devastate. I’m not entirely sure how G.T. and I got to this place, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Thank fucking God they are gone.” I slam the door behind Rhys and Dagger, they seem to always be the last ones to leave the party. Which is normally fine, but tonight I have an Angel to be inside.

I turn and march straight towards Angel her eyes grow wide and her breath catches. I haven’t been able to keep my damn hands off of her for more than a few minutes since she let me back in. I fucking love being buried inside of her. She’s my drug, my addiction.

I grab her around her waist pulling her to my body and she gasps, her hands flying up to my chest to hold on. I slam my lips to hers, tasting her cherry lip gloss and eat every bit of it off of her lips. She has made me love cherries. She kisses me back and holds steady, her hands thread through my hair and give it a small tug. I growl.