Page 13 of Conan

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Page 13 of Conan

“Never,” I avow. “I’ll protect it and cherish it as if it were my own.”

“I can only pray that’s the truth. I don’t willingly give myself to anyone, you know that. But you have a way with words that make me want to believe,” she confesses.

“These words are only for you. You enrapture me, Demoness. I’ve never wanted to give this piece of me to anyone until you.”

“The softness?” she inquires.

“Everything,” I amend. “I only have a soft side when it comes to you.”

“I won’t say a word. We have to keep your reputation intact after all,” she teases.

“That we do,” I laugh. “I do have to maintain my persona to a level of degree, especially when it comes to the brothers and outsiders.”

“I’m glad you’re comfortable sharing this part of yourself with me,” she whispers. “It makes me feel… special.”

“You are, Demi. So very special. One of the most special people in my life. I eat, breathe, and live for you. You have my loyalty, my commitment, and my ever-lasting trust. I’ve given you a gift, too. Something only Kodiak has ever gotten from me.”

“Trust,” she murmurs.

“Trust,” I confirm.

“I won’t betray that, Conan.”

“I know you won’t or I would’ve never freely given it to you,” I convey, strumming her tight belly with my fingers. My head is now laying over her heart, listening to each rapid, rhythmic beat.

Her physique is not as womanly as I usually go for. Her underground fighting has her more lean and muscular than my go-to woman. I love the natural curves of a female, the jiggle of her tits and ass as I pound my way inside of her. But with my woman, I tossed all of those preferences to the wayside, and for some damn reason, I long to lay fingers on her anytime she’s near.

“I need another shower,” she giggles. “I’m sticky, all over.”

A smile breaks out across my face because I did that and it has me wanting to puff out my chest and beat on it like a gorilla, roaring out my pride.

“Thank fuck I’m on birth control because you came a lot. I know that I’d be knocked up if I wasn’t.”

My stomach sinks because I want that for us.

A family.

Children.

Dogs.

A house.

Hell, I’d even buy her a minivan, which causes me to release a shiver because that’s one vehicle you’ll never find me behind the wheel of. One day, maybe but not now—I have the gut-wrenching feeling that it’s not something she wants, and most likely, never will.

Demi, thinking my trembling is due to being cold, pats me on the back and issues a command, “Shower. A warm one I think.”

Nodding my head along her sternum, I say, “Sounds good. The air conditioner is set low and I’m freezing my balls off.”

Then I feel like an utter asshole because I promised to never lie to her, even if it’s done by omission. However, the thought I had may put some distance back between us and considering I just made progress with her and took a chunk out of her protective shield, I don’t want to give her a reason to re-erect it. I have a feeling if that were to happen, it’d be harder to hammer my way through it and I’ll never get back what she’s just given me.

Her. Every beautiful morsel of herself.

Later that evening as we are tucked beneath the sheets of our bed, my phone pings. Being comfortable I don’t want to move, and with Demi sound asleep in my arms, I don’t want to jar and wake her so I ignore it. If it’s important, they’ll call or send another message. As my eyes begin to flutter shut, it alerts again.

“Mother fucker,” I grumble, slowly sliding out from beneath her warmth.

She mumbles, turns to her other side and hitches her leg, her ass on display. I grit my teeth and try to ignore the temptation she’s presented to me. There aren’t many times that I get irritated with my brothers and the lifestyle I lead, but when my woman is in my arms, I do.