Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
That was how it felt to be without Tango. Like I was trying to breathe underwater. It was futile and might cost me my life.
“Gabriel!” Sophia exclaimed. She wrapped me in a quick hug and then held out a red basket. My cheeks warmed as I took it from her, holding it to my chest. “Jessica and I put together a welcome home basket for you. It’s got all your favorite things, and we even included some new books, but make sure you have Tango vet them first.”
I nodded. “Thank you,” I rasped. “This… this means more to me than you could ever know.”
Her smile softened. “We know you’ve had a rough time of it lately, and we also terribly missed you. Welcome home.”
Tango steered me toward the stairs before she or I could say anything else. I smiled up at him—just a small tilt of my lips. “Thank you,” I murmured.
He grunted. “I could tell that you were getting a little overwhelmed with her attention,” he told me.
My shoulders slumped a little. “I love her gift. I just… I’m just so tired,” I said quietly. We had been on the road for hours, and I was exhausted. I really just wanted to take a shower and then curl up in bed with Tango.
But I knew he had church, and it was something he couldn’t get out of. Despite his best efforts to always put me first, sometimes, the club still won out. And I was okay with that. I understood it.
“I know you are, baby,” Tango said quietly as he unlocked our apartment door. Everything had been fixed and looked exactly as it had before. I rapidly blinked to clear the tears that suddenly sprang into my eyes. I hadn’t realized how much I fucking missed this.
At least we had our space still. I could gather my wits and recenter myself here, surrounded by everything Tango.
Tango gently nudged our door shut behind him with his hip before taking my basket from me and setting it on top of the dresser. Then, he cupped my cheek in his big, rough hand and smoothed the pad of his thumb over my jaw and chin.
“Get a shower,” he told me. “By the time you get out, I should be done downstairs. Then, I’ll get a shower, and we can go to sleep. Sound good?”
I nodded, then leaned up on my toes to press a kiss to his lips. He tugged me a little closer, this time being the one to initiate our kiss. I sighed into his mouth, my fingers curling into his jacket. I didn’t want to let him go. I wasn’t ready.
“Shower,” he told me quietly. “I’ll be back soon. I promise. And you know where to find me if you need me.”
The bed dipped as Tango’s warm, naked body slid into bed behind me, his arm binding around my waist, his hard cock pressing against the crease of my ass. He smelled of sandalwood and sage, and I deeply inhaled to fill my lungs with the scent of him, not even ashamed of doing so.
It had been so long since Tango had smelled of his usual body wash and shampoo. I’d missed it—terribly.
I shuddered, a low moan crawling up my throat when Tango pressed two fingers into my greedy hole, a simple sound of pleasure sliding from deep within his chest when he realized that I’d taken the time to prep for him in anticipation of having him fill me up. I desperately needed to be with him like this after everything that’d happened and all the changes I was enduring yet again.
“You want to go to sleep with my cock stuffing you full, baby?” he rumbled in my ear.
I nodded eagerly. “Yes, please,” I begged, practically trembling. Having Tango inside of me, attaching us in such a raw way, made me feel so safe. So taken care of.
I felt like nothing in this world could touch me.
Tango eased his thick cock inside of me, and I sighed, sinking more into his hold. He tightened his arm around me, flattening my back to his chest.
“Go to sleep, sweet boy,” he murmured in my ear once his pelvis was flush with my ass cheeks. “I’ve got you.”
“I love you,” I mumbled, sleep already tugging at me as his cock throbbed inside of me.
Tango pressed a kiss to my shoulder, to the skin peaking right above the blanket. I shivered, a breathy sigh escaping my lips.
“You’re my entire fucking world, boy.”
22
Tango
TWO WEEKS LATER
Things seemed like they were mostly back to normal, even though we knew it was only a matter of time before the Russians struck us again. Word on the street was that the Ghosts of Chaos had gone underground for a little while, hoping to rebuild their numbers before they came after us again. But there were no more whispers of them wanting to snatch Gabriel back, which I was thankful for.