You Will Be Mine (Forever and Ever #7)(29)

She eyed the red wrapping and gold bow. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know.” I waited for her to open it.

“Maybe I should do this in the morning.”

“It’s midnight,” I whispered. “Now just open it.”

She gave me a bright smile then ripped it open. When she pulled out the black leather jacket, her eyes were wide. “Oh my god…”

“Look at the back,” I whispered.

She turned it around and examined it. In gray letters just under the collar it read, “Beauty.” She stared at it for a long time, her eyes softening and her breathing increasing.

I watched her, hoping she loved it. “You can wear it when you ride around on the back of my bike. Now we match.”

She put it down and gave me a look full of emotion. Her eyes were bright like orbs, and a distant coat of moisture was noticeable. She took a deep breath then squeezed the material in her fingertips. “Arsen…”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?” she scoffed. “No, I adore it.” She left it on the bed then wrapped her arms around my neck. “It’s perfect.” Her face was pressed into my chest and she squeezed me.

“I’m glad.” I rested my chin on her head.

“You’re so thoughtful.”

“Well, you’re my lady. I want everyone to know that.”

She kissed my cheek and gave me a look full of affection. “They already do.”

I did something I’d never done before and rubbed my nose against hers. It was something I’d seen other couples do but never understood. But it made sense when I shared the touch with Silke.

She stared into my eyes for a long time like she was reading a book. “Are you okay?”

I nodded.

“What did my dad say to you?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Things…not worth mentioning.” I’d keep her father’s secret. The fact he shared it with me at all was meaningful. I wouldn’t betray his confidence.

“I told you my parents would love you.”

A slight smile stretched my mouth. “I guess you were right…for once.”

“I’m always right,” she argued.

“Don’t gloat.” I got comfortable in her childhood bed then hooked my arm around her waist.

She left the jacket and box at the foot of the bed then lay beside me. “Since it’s Christmas, I’ll let it go.”

“How kind of you.” My hand moved up her shirt and felt the skin of her ribs. I liked it when she wore my clothes. It turned me on in an inexplicable way. The sight always made me feel warm. My hand moved down to her smooth legs, feeling the softness. Silke was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever been with. I’d taken a lot of girls, but none of them compared to her. I’d never shared more than a few sentences with them either. With Silke, I told her everything, even things I vowed I would never speak of again. She was my treasure, a fortune that men searched for to no avail. But she was mine, and mine alone. I didn’t know why she gave herself to me, why she picked me out of every other guy in the world, but it didn’t matter. As long as I got to keep her, I wouldn’t question it. “Can I make love to you?”

She wrapped her leg around my waist and found my lips with hers. Her warm kiss answered my question. She even pulled me on top of her, making it clear what she wanted. Then she broke our kiss and looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with passion and adoration.

I watched her face as I inserted myself. That affection only grew the further I moved. She clung to my shoulders with her lips slightly parted. Her eyes shined bright just for me. A quiet moan escaped her lips, telling me she loved the way I felt.

“You’re the greatest gift I’ve ever had,” I whispered.

She cupped my face and brought my lips to hers. “Merry Christmas, Beast.”

I started to move inside her, feeling her bare skin. “Merry Christmas, Beauty.”





Chapter Six


Conrad


I decided to call Mom because she wasn’t as annoying as Dad. “Hey.”

“Hey, honey.” Her loud voice echoed over the phone. “I’m so excited to see you soon.”

“Yeah, whatever. Do you mind if I bring someone?”

“Who?” she asked.

“A friend. She doesn’t have anywhere else to go for the holidays.”

She paused. “A girl?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, she has boobs. But she’s just a friend.”

My mom moved away from the receiver. “Conrad is bringing a girl,” she whispered.

I growled in annoyance. “Don’t tell Dad!”

“Is he now?” His voice was heard in the distance. “Let me talk to him.”

Fuck.

“So…is she cute?” he asked.

“You’re way too old for her,” I said. “Don’t be gross.”

“I don’t know…the ladies like me.”

“And you shouldn’t be so thrilled about that,” Mom said with a threat in her voice.

Dad ignored her. “Is she staying with us?”

“If that’s okay,” I said.