Paxton's Promise (Gloves Off #3)(37)

After a few more pulls on his cock, I stood up. “I can’t wait any more.” As I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my thighs, he turned me around and pushed me over the desk. With my pants and underwear just below my ass, my legs were held tight together.

Dipping two fingers into my center, he pulled them out and spread my juices around, making my entrance slick. Leaning over me, he pressed me into the table. His mouth trailed down the side of my neck and then he bit my shoulder.

“What if someone comes looking for us?” I moaned.

“Then they’ll just have to wait until I’m done.” With one nudge from his cock, he found his prize and slammed home, groaning from the extra tightness. Our bodies slapped together and the desk wobbled as he pummeled into me, taking me as hard as he could. Standing up, he grabbed my ass and used it to pull me harder onto him.

I knew he was close by the sound of his moans and grunts. I couldn’t hold off any longer. My body clenched, and my stomach and legs shook as I exploded, milking him. After a few more pumps and a smack to my ass, Pax came hard, jerking above me.

Making a satisfied noise, he kissed my back and then slowly pulled out. There was a roll of paper towels on the back counter so he grabbed them and helped clean me up before wiping himself off. Every day he amazed me more and more. I’d never known anyone as selfless as him.

Unfortunately, I knew there were also bad sides of him that I didn’t know about yet. There were things he wouldn’t talk about, especially from the times of his troubled past; when he was friends with Kyle. Did it even matter? No, because whatever he did in his past was just that, his past.

Standing up and turning around, I whispered softly, “I love you.”

Holding my chin, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. “I love you too.”

We pulled our pants back up, and while we were buttoning them, my thoughts became too loud and I had to address them. “I have a question.”

He glanced over at me, brows furrowed. “What is it?”

“Are you ever going to talk about what you did? Like when you fought at the Dark Side?”

Sighing, he tilted his head back, averting his gaze. “Gabby, it’s not something I like to talk about. One day I’ll tell you, but we’ve come so far and I don’t want you seeing me differently. I’m not like that anymore.”

“I know you’re not,” I murmured wholeheartedly. “I just want you to know that you can talk to me about things.” I just wished I could tell him about what was going on, to warn him.

He put his arm around me and led me to the door. “And I appreciate that, sunshine. Now why don’t we go out there,” he said, pointing to the field, “and have us some fun.”

He opened the door and we started down the stairs. “So what did Derek talk to you about? Your uncle said he was a professional racer?”

“Oh yeah,” he replied excitedly. “He wants to race with me one night next week.”

“Wow,” I exclaimed. “Look at you go. I bet that’ll be fun.” Hopefully, it’ll be on the night of my last fight. Walking down to the field, we were almost out of the stands when I reached into my back pocket. My phone wasn’t there. “Uh-oh, I think my phone fell out of my jeans. I’ll be right back.”

Starting up the stairs, he called to me, “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, that’s okay. It’ll only take a second.” The door wasn’t locked, so I went right in and found my phone on the floor. Every time I looked at it, I cringed, thinking there was going to be a text from Scar. Thankfully, there wasn’t any.

When I got out the door, Paxton was down below talking to Derek again. They both peered up at me and I smiled. However, that smile didn’t last long when something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. My spine tingled and the hair on my neck stood on end. There was danger around and I could feel it. On the ground, staring ominously back at me was a single, black rose . . . crushed, the petals disfigured and torn.





THE NIGHT WENT by in a blur, but I had to pretend everything was okay. Left and right, I looked over my shoulder, sensing his presence like the f*cking plague. He was there watching me and I had no clue who he was. I was glad when Paxton wanted to leave.

As soon as we got back to his house and he was in the shower, I checked the doors and the alarm a gazillion times to make sure everything was good. I didn’t like feeling watched and I sure as hell didn’t like someone stalking me.

It was now morning and I’d watched the sun come up, with Paxton sleeping beside me. He’d held me in his arms, but even as I had laid there, I was scared.

“How many cups of coffee have you had?”

The coffee machine finished spitting out the last of my pumpkin spice and I took a sip. “Three, but who’s counting?”

“How can you be so tired? You look like you haven’t slept a wink. You’re not getting sick are you?”

I yawned and took another gulp. “Your mouth is moving and all I’m hearing is that I look like a pile of shit.”

Paxton chuckled and finished up our eggs and bacon. He’d wanted to make breakfast, so I happily let him. “No, you don’t look like shit. You just look like you’re about to pass out, even after drinking all of that damn caffeine. Do I need to take it easy on you today?”