by Sam Crescent
“I think I know this town.”
“You should,” he said. “It’s where we met.”
He came around to the passenger side and helped her out. She walked with a limp, but it was only temporary and not very painful at this point. Viper doted over her since the accident, making her recovery as pleasant as possible. Her huge tattooed beast of a man turned out to be a real sweetheart. With his arm wrapped around her, supporting most of her weight, they took their time and walked to the entrance of a cute little bungalow. As soon as they entered the front door, she could see the ocean and beach through the far windows. The house was waterfront.
“Whose house is this?” she asked. It was so warm and cozy, simplistic but homey. There was a lot of natural wood and a country flair. She noticed an oversized chair with a handmade throw resting on the armrest. Pepper could imagine herself sitting there reading for hours as she listened to the waves.
“It’s our house,” he said.
Pepper frowned and whirled on him, nearly falling over. “What are you talking about?”
He led her to the private rear patio, and helped her sit beside him on a loveseat with plush floral cushions. “I bought it. It’s our home.” He tilted her chin so they were eye to eye. “I want to make a life with you, Pepper. A real life. One with love and kids and homecooked meals. I’ll even smile at the fucking neighbors when I take the garbage out.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. “But you’re a hitman. And I’m heiress to a fortune.”
“Forget it all. We can start over, you and me. Make a new beginning.”
Viper had lived a nightmare childhood. He’d never known love or family. Now she had a chance to give it to him, to build their own future together. She didn’t care about money, fame, or status. This was exactly what she needed and wanted, and Viper knew it.
“How’d you do all this?” she asked. Pepper knew all about the reading issue. Finding and buying property would require at least some paperwork.
“My friend, Maurice, helped me out. He’s a nice guy. Maybe you’ll get to meet him one day.”
“And Bain? Have you heard from him again?” He had strong feelings for Bain, and she hated that they couldn’t reconnect properly. If she had a sibling, she’d want a relationship with them, and the two men were almost like brothers in the past.
He took a deep breath. “No, he might be a lost cause. I don’t think anything or anyone can change him. I just hope one day he can find the same happiness I’ve found.”
“I hope so, too,” she said.
Viper tucked her against him. The breeze was warm and gentle, the smell of the ocean in the air. “I want to give you everything, but I’ll need your help. I’ve never done this before, never stayed put or lived a life without killing.”
“Well, the killing definitely needs to stop, but I don’t want to change who you are.”
He’d been avoiding her sexually since the accident, terrified he’d hurt her, but she wasn’t going to break. Her flesh wound was healing nicely, but her libido kept her up most nights. She knew exactly what Viper was capable of giving her and she needed to connect with him on that intimate level. How could he not feel the same?
“Don’t worry, I still have guns. You can never be too safe. Even in this shitty little town.”
“Hey, it’s a quaint town.”
He groaned.
“And I wasn’t talking about guns. You know I hate them. I was talking about something else,” she said. Did she have to spell it out? Pepper ran her hand up his strong thigh, heading north. When she reached his crotch, she gave him a little squeeze. On contact, his cock began to firm up, filling his jeans with a huge bulge. He grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“Baby, you have to heal. Don’t tease me.”
Pepper was starting to get a complex. “Are you not attracted to me anymore?”
“Are you kidding me? I’ve been snapping at everyone lately because all I can think about is fucking you.”
“Then stop holding back. I need you, Viper. And I trust you not to hurt me.”
He released her hand, so she snaked it up his shirt, loving the feel of his hard muscles. A wave of heat flooding her veins, settling between her legs. She needed him, now more than ever.
“You drive me crazy.” He kissed her neck, her cheek, and then found her lips. Viper must have been restraining himself because the kiss was pure passion, hungry and desperate. She closed her eyes and absorbed the desire growing between them.
“I love this house,” she whispered against his lips.
“I want to make all your dreams come true, baby.”
“You already have,” she said.
He stood and scooped her up as if she weighed a hundred pounds. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. His strength was such a turn-on. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve had blue balls all week. Let’s christen this house. You have no idea how much I want your sweet little pussy.”
Viper would never be a traditional husband—he had a filthy mouth, a no-holds-barred attitude, and fucked like an animal. Still, Pepper wouldn’t trade her bad boy for the world.
The End
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