Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Griffin

G emma has a terrible poker face.

Last night I watched her walk out of my place with a broken heart. That woman stormed out of my place without knowing she was taking my heart with her. It might be new between us, but it this no fling, no quick little round—no, this thing with Gemma is the real deal, and I just watched her go.

To be fair, I was utterly confused. We had not fought or some big dramatic moment. Just before we had been laughing in the shower, hands and mouths all over each other, having the best time. We always have the best time together. I can talk to her about anything. Share all the parts of me I never wanted to give to anyone. From how I love watching Matlock reruns to how attached I am to Noodle.

“Cover for me tonight,” I plead with Adriel for him to take over with my current charge.

“Ariana is always a brat,” he sighs as he sucks down a cold beer. Yes, this is true. We have all had shifts with the spoiled pop princess. To be honest, he is the one she is the brattiest with, so I know he will do me a solid if he covers. Which I know he will. If you ask me, he likes her being a brat .

“Yeah, she is. Been a bitch keeping her from that stupid boyfriend of hers,” I mention with a sigh.

This is a line of bullshit. We all know she is not allowed anywhere near her former flame. I said it to test his reaction. Adriel is the calmest of all of us at Pack Protection. Does not even make sense for him to be a bodyguard. Once I mention the boyfriend, his mood sours as he empties his beer.

“Go ahead to Cutter’s. I can handle that piece of shit producer punk,” he mutters a string of curses and is gone before I can call him on showing his green monster.

It has been less than twelve hours since I have seen Gemma, and I am hurting. Aching like a fiend needing another fix of his favorite poison. I need to see her, to touch her, taste her, to let her know she is it for me, whether we’ve had ten dates or ten months together. It took some time—and some clues from Ariana—to figure out what had sent my girl running.

Calling me a knight in shining armor is laughable. If anything, I am a dark horse. Never count me out. I will come back once you least expect it. Anything that has ever challenged me has lost. That includes the bullshit story I demanded to be retracted before I take my pound of flesh from whoever wrote it. I would kill someone for hurting the woman I am falling in love with.

“Nice poker face, fucker,” I tell myself as I speed to Cutter’s. Falling in love? No, I am there, on my knees, waiting for her to see it written all over me.

Gemma was too clever to go home after leaving me. Not when I knew that place all too well. I might commend her for being so damn smart if it did not piss me off. After checking the coffee shop we went to on our first date, and the cabaret joint we went to on our last, I have one place left to look. Cutter’s.

Banging on the metal door, I wait for it to swing open. Once it does, the bouncer behind it sizes me up. I am not sure what he sees, but it does the trick because he steps aside. Smart guy. I am not to be fucked with when I am looking for my girl. Weaving through the crowd, I head straight for the same table we played at before.

“Need something darlin?” That same flirty waitress who pissed Gemma off before offers.

“Not from you,” I respond as I glance past her to see Gemma watching us.

Watching with rage in her pretty eyes. Those eyes cannot hide a thing from me. No poker face at all. With a grin, I dodge the waitress to get to the woman I am here for. Ignoring the crowd, I grab her hand, whisking her away from the table. I am on the brink of losing control, with no patience for more games.

“Gideon! Let go. I am working. You cannot just…”

Whirling to face her, I cradle her face, searching her eyes for a moment as she falls quiet. I see what I need in those eyes, so I slam my mouth to hers. Gemma melts against me. My heart beats right again as I gather her closer, hands shaking as they tunnel in her hair. Hauling her off her feet, I hoist her up to carry her out of the room bridal style, to the amusement of the gamblers watching.

We’re a few blocks from the warehouse when she lets loose on me. “Who the hell do you think you are? I need that gig! No way they let me come deal again. What did you not understand about me leaving? Was something lost in translation, Gideon? It is over !”

“The fuck it is. I told you I am all in, baby. I fucking meant it. Now throw all the fits you want. Call me names, tell me to fuck off for a few hours, storm off in a huff. You do not walk out on me. Never stay gone this long. I will buy you flowers, diamonds, I will eat your pussy until you calm the fuck down. We do not just give up. We do not fucking fold our hand, Gemma.”

Pulling the car in the garage, because I kept the pedal to the floor to get us home, I do not wait for her to respond. Throwing her door open, I bend and put my shoulder forward, pulling her over it. Gemma laughs as I storm inside, my face split in a huge grin.

“Stop it, you monster. Put me down!”

Doing just as she demands, I flip her onto the bed. I love the little vest and tiny shorts she wears to deal cards. No one will ever see her in this hot getup again. Without hesitation, I tear the glittery shorts down, tossing them aside. Tearing at her panties, I drop and cover her pussy with my mouth. Gemma cries out, twisting beneath my eager tongue, thighs shaking on my shoulders.

Sucking at her swollen clit, I smirk as she starts to come for me. Pulling back, I tear off my jacket, yank down my zipper, and pull my aching cock out. Grasping the back of her head, I yank her forward, shoving my cock past her ruby lips. Moaning as she takes me deep, I pump my hips, hitting the back of her throat a few times before I pull out of her mouth. Yanking her head back, spit dripping down her cheeks from the mess she made of my cock, I bend close.

“There is just you, Gemma. No one else. Nothing could ever come close. Come here, baby, feel,” I demand, pushing her hand against my chest, where my heart thunders. “It is all fucking yours. I am. Feel that vest? Wonder why I could pass for secret service all the time? I am a bodyguard, Gemma. That spoiled brat you saw me with—a charge who buys my protection. I am not her knight in shining armor. I am yours. The dark horse you took a gamble on. I am all in with you , kitten,” I am panting by the time I finish, her green eyes smoldering as they stare up at me.

Falling back with a dramatic thud, she rips her vest open, baring her perfect tits to me. Her hands slide down her creamy thighs and she makes a show of spreading for me. Grunting, I bend to spit on her soaked pussy, then with my fist around my cock, I slam home.

“Oh, fuck,” Gemma moans as I sink balls deep.

“Yes, fuck. Going to fuck you for walking out on me without talking about it. After that, I will make love to you all night, kitten,” I purr against her sweet mouth.

“Gideon…say the words,” she pants against my mouth, eyes searching mine.

“I am yours. I am all in, Gemma. All fucking in,” I groan as we move together.

Keeping my word, I fuck her until we come with shouts of pleasure. After, I spend the night adoring her from head to toe, making love to her. Lying in the darkness with her laid across my chest, I stare into those emerald eyes. They shimmer with the same huge, warm feeling inside me.

“I am all in,” Gemma shows her hand at last.

“Me too kitten. All fucking in.”