“It’s not even remotely the same, but I think I know exactly what you mean,” she murmured. “I’ve been feeling like everything I’ve worked toward my whole life was for nothing, and I’m trying to figure out what to do with my life. I feel like I’m stuck with nowhere to go.”
“You’re not sure about social work?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “I think you’re somewhat of a natural, don’t you?”
She chortled. “How do you figure?”
I looked at her, realizing that she didn’t see how good she was with people, and that was sadly amusing.
We are our own worst critics, I thought. I’m not sure about my parenting, and she’s not sure about her social work skills.
“This past week has shown me nothing more than how much compassion you have and how well you work with people. You have been a bigger champion for my son than I have.”
“That’s not true!” she insisted hotly. “And we will figure out a way out of this, Mason. There is a solution to every problem.”
“What greeting card did you read that on?” I joked, and her green eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Actually, that’s what you often say when you speak at conferences,” she replied. “You’ve got a whole bunch of speeches on YouTube.”
To my horror, I felt a blush creep onto my face.
“You have got to be kidding me. You cyber creeped me?”
“Hey, this is 2018. It’s not creepy—it’s practically expected nowadays.” She smiled cheekily at me.
I could not resist seizing her and pressing my mouth against hers again.
She eagerly responded, hands cupping my face as she drew me closer, her tongue dashing out to tease mine.
“Where did you come from?” I murmured, my hands sliding down her body to envelop every curve of her perfect figure.
As if I had flicked a switch, gooseflesh exploded over her skin, rippling her skin deliciously. My mouth fell against the lines of her chin, inhaling the scent of her as I moved.
Her palms reached out to pull my neck to her, her flesh growing hotter even as she fell back to lay on the floor. I slipped her nightie over her breasts and sat back for a moment to stare at the exquisiteness of her body.
“You are so sexy,” I growled, dropping my head between her cleavage as my fingers found the damp spot between her thighs.
“I played with myself thinking about you,” she whispered, and a rush of heat brought my cock to attention. “And then you showed up on my doorstep just before I could cum.”
“Is that right? I suppose I’ll have to make up for that,” I replied, my nose nuzzling over her flat stomach to inhale her succulent aroma. “Although, if you want to give me a hand, I am all for it.”
My tongue lashed out to lick her throbbing nub, still sensitive from the drilling I had given her just moments ago.
Gabby jumped and giggled.
“Have mercy,” she begged, arching her back upward so I could cup her ass in my hands.
“Maybe.”
My mouth suctioned against her clit, and she cried out as I sucked on her, one finger sliding inside her drenched center.
As my lips suckled her, my tongue worked at her button, savoring her as her body thrashed and cried out as if she was being exorcised.
“Oh fuck!” she howled, her fingers reaching desperately for something to grab onto and falling on the pristine wood floor, nails digging to the point of breaking.
She was climaxing, her pussy wet and seizing, and her cries becoming screams, but I refused to let off until I felt the hot gush against my chin.
Only then did I slowly ease up, my tongue still taking slow laps over her slippery lips.
“You said you’d show mercy!” she gasped, her body trembling. “That was not mercy!”
I raised my head, my eyes glinting with promise.
“I haven’t even started with you. Just you—”
The sensor going off at the front door caused us both to freeze.
“What is that?” Gabriella asked, her eyes wide as I leapt to my feet, yanking my pants up.
“Get dressed,” I hissed. “Someone’s in the house.”
Chapter Nine
Gabriella
“Stay here!” Mason ordered as he threw open the door to the office, peering out into the darkness.
He clearly did not know me very well. I waited only until he disappeared before following in his footsteps.
How did he walk around unarmed, knowing what he knew? I would have to ask him after we got out of this.
The light was poor on the main floor, and I could barely make out Mason’s form as he ventured toward the front door.
“Where the fuck is my son?”
The woman’s voice was clear, echoing down the hall to meet my ears.
“Molly, he isn’t here,” Mason said firmly. “I’ve sent him away where he’ll be safe from you and your psychotic husband.”
No, Mason, no! I wanted to scream, but I dared not, instead rushing closer to get a better view. A wild-eyed redhead pointed a gun at Mason. I swallowed back a scream.
“I know he’s here, Mason, you baby-stealing prick. Let’s go get him now.”
“Even if he was here, he would be sleeping. It’s the middle of the fucking night, you crazy bitch.”
I saw her cock the gun, and I knew that if he kept talking to her that way, he was going to get killed.
“We can go get him,” I said suddenly, appearing from the shadow.
She jumped and whirled, aiming the pistol at my face.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Gabby,” I replied easily. “I’m a friend of Julian’s. That’s a nice kid you made, Molly.”
“Gabby, get the hell out of here!” Mason growled, but I ignored him, seeing a look of pride cross over Molly’s face.
“Yeah, he’s handsome, right? He looks more like his dad right now, but I can tell he’s gonna look more like me when he grows up.”
“If he grows up, you mean,” I offered quietly.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she howled.
I raised my hands in surrender, letting her know I didn’t mean to harm her in any way.
“I mean if you take him out of here, what kind of life will he live, Molly? Isn’t that why you gave him up in the first place? To make sure he was well-cared for?”
“He’s my fucking kid! This fucker had no right to steal my kid!”
“You’re a good mom, Molly, and good moms know what’s best for their kids. You want Mason to grow up and live in a house like this with money and a good job, don’t you?” I continued, moving stealthily closer to her.
Mason opened his mouth to speak, but I shot him a warning look to keep silent.
“If you want, Molly, we’ll go get Julian right now. But think about the future he’s going to have—a biker life? One where he’s constantly looking over his shoulder, worried that he’s going to get hurt or killed? You know about that life, Molly. You know the dangers. Is that what you really want for Julian?”
I met her bewildered gaze reassuringly.
“Here, he’ll always provided for. He’ll have access to everything he could ever need. You know I’m right, Molly. Julian deserves the best, and you’re his mom. You can give him the best.”
“What would you have me do?” she wailed, tears filling her dilated eyes. “He’s my son. My only kid. I can’t have any more kids!”
“You’ll wait until Julian is old enough to decide for himself if he wants to see you, Molly.”
“That’s fucking years from now!”
“You’ve waited this long and look how well he is doing. Imagine what kind of man he will be if he’s already such a good boy.”
She gaped at me, thinking my words over. In the distance I heard sirens, but she didn’t seem to notice.
I had to keep her talking.
“What if he doesn’t want to know me?” she cried.
“Molly, look at me,” I urged. “He’s g
oing to want to know you. Every kid wants to know their mother. It’s a natural bond.”
She nodded slowly, lowering the gun, and I exhaled. I hadn’t even realized I had been holding my breath.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I just—I just wanted my boy.”
“And that’s understandable,” I told her, reaching toward her. “But you should go now.”
I wished they would kill the damned sirens outside.
She nodded quickly and turned toward the door. “I won’t be back,” she promised Mason as she reached for the front door. As she stepped onto the porch, Mason kicked the door closed at her back.
“Drop the gun and put your hands in the air!” a voice echoed through a bullhorn. “Molly Saunders, you are under arrest!”
I sank onto the floor, emotionally exhausted, and Mason rushed to my side, his eyes gleaming.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Holy shit, how did you do that?”
I shook my head, unsure of how to answer the question.
“I’m not entirely sure,” I confessed. “Instinct kind of kicked in, and my mouth did the rest.”
“Forget about social work! You should be a hostage negotiator!”
“Yeah. No thanks,” I sighed, burying my face in my hands. I had an overwhelming urge to cry, and I didn’t want Mason to see me.
“Hey, hold on. Come here.”
His strong arms encircled me as the police swarmed the house with a barrage of questions. Mason did not pull away, allowing me to quietly sob into his chest.
When I could finally lift my head, I stared at him, a bemused smile on my face as I wiped away my tears.
“I guess the career gods have spoken, huh?”
“I would say so,” he replied softly, kissing the top of my head. “And maybe the love gods, too. Ever heard of Eros? Cupid?”
I laughed shakily at his attempt at levity and pressed my body to his, watching as the police milled about.
“Hey, how are they even here?” I wondered.
“Before I left the study, I hit the panic button. It alerts both the police station and my private security team.”
“Smart. And here I was wondering how you could go out there unarmed.”
“I have a gun in the table in the foyer,” he assured me. “I was going for it when you showed up.”
“I like my way better.”
“Me, too,” Mason agreed.
We were quiet for a long moment.
“Do you think she’ll send the Outlaws after us now that she’s locked up?” he asked worriedly, and I shook my head.
“No. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
“What makes you so sure?”
I tilted my head back and looked at him. “You’re a father. Do you have to ask? No matter how strung out or messed up she might be, Molly does want what’s best for her kid. She’s a mother before anything else.”
Mason studied my face curiously.
“How did you get to be so wise at such a young age?”
“Practice,” I sighed, snuggling my face back into his chest.
“Hmm,” he murmured as he stroked my hair, “Well, I think I’m going to have to make sure that any more practical wisdom you gather is only of the happy, satisfied variety.” He squeezed me tighter and planted a kiss on the top of my head.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself at that. I had come up against Mason Ambrose’s protective nature more than once, but I’ve got say, it felt pretty damn nice to be on the receiving end of it this time.
Epilogue
Mason
One Year Later
“Mail!” Julian called, dropping a pile of letters onto the countertop as he fluttered by. “What even comes in the mail anymore?”
I snickered.
“One day, technology will fail, and our children will have absolutely no idea how to function,” I commented, flipping through the pile.
“You know Julian’s right,” Gabby laughed. “What do you have there? A big pile of Papa John’s coupons?”
“Hey, there is nothing wrong with getting a good deal on Papa John’s,” I insisted, producing an envelope. “But I don’t think that’s what this is.”
I watched as her green eyes widened with shock, her fingers reaching out to snatch the packet from my fingers.
“You can take the girl out of Sarasota Springs,” I teased, releasing the letter for her to read.
I held my breath as she tore open the paper, scanning the contents.
“Well?” I asked, but I didn’t need to ask—it was obvious by the expression on her face.
“I am going to Columbia next year to pursue my master’s in sociology,” she chortled gleefully, and I held out my arms to embrace her.
“Wait,” Julian interjected. “You’re going back to school?”
“Where have you been the last year?” Gabriella sighed, glancing at me in exasperation. “Is this what we have to look forward to in his teenage years?”
“Hey! I’m sitting right here!” Julian protested, and he and Gabby exchanged a teasing look between them.
The past twelve months had been a whirlwind of planning and moving, packing up the penthouse in the city, and moving into the Hampton house.
Julian had only started back at school in January, after Gabriella had spent six months homeschooling him to get caught back up for the sixth grade. She had been a Godsend, and I often thought about how close I had come to pushing her away.
I knew if she hadn’t been so stubborn, so insistent about getting to know us, that I would be dead. And God only knows where Julian would be.
I had finally told him the truth about being adopted, but I had left out the details about his homicidal, drug addict mother.
Gabby was my go-to person with Julian. She related to him better in so many ways, either because of her educational background or her age. I loved that my son appreciated her as much as I did.
“Are you okay, hon?” Gabby asked, noting my expression. “Are you worried about balancing everything when I go back to school?”
I guffawed.
“Gabby, I can hire someone for anything we need. I am so proud of you for making the decision to go back. I know it took a lot of soul searching.”
She shrugged her flawless shoulders.
“I think it took finding my soulmate,” she replied.
“Oh puke!” Julian called from the sofa. “If you guys are going to start making out again—”
He sat up abruptly as if he was going to bolt it from the room, but I stopped him.
“Wait a second, son,” I told him. “Before we start engaging in any public displays of affection, I need a family meeting. Stay there.”
I retreated to the garage before returning to the kitchen.
“What’s up, Dad?”
I looked at Gabby and held out the blue velvet box, watching as her face melted into stunned awe.
“Gabriella Delancey, you are the most stubborn, intelligent, beautiful woman I have ever known, and I know that if I had never met you, Julian and I would not be standing here right now. I want to spend our lives showing you that I am so grateful for the moment you broke into my house and refused to leave. I owe you my life, and I want to give it to you. Will you marry me? Please?”
Tears of happiness filled her eyes, and she nodded, swallowing visibly as she pulled the ring from the box before throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek.
“Is that a yes?” I teased, and she laughed, wiping the corners of her eyes as she sat back.
“Yes, but…”
I felt a stab of alarm and I looked at her.
“But what?”
“The word is ‘determined,’ not ‘stubborn,’ going forward.”
Julian laughed and jumped up to hug us both.
“You’re going to be the best mom ever,” he howled.
And I knew he was right.
The End.
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