Say It’s Forever (Fate #1)

Chapter 7

7

GARRETT

A blush blooms on Snow's cheeks at my dirty words. I’m sure she’s not used to them, but I can’t help myself. Her tongue comes out, swiping across her bottom lip, wetting it. The sight doesn’t help my cock at the moment. My balls ache. Is this what blue balls feel like?

I’ve heard other guys mention it, but I’ve never felt that shit before. It fucking hurts, but fuck me, it is worth it. Her name might be Winter, but my girl tasted like sunshine and warm sugar. I bet her pussy tastes just as good. My mouth waters thinking about burying my face between her creamy thighs.

“I like kissing you.” Her words come out in a whisper.

I more than fucking liked it. It took every bit of my self-control to stop. I may have only gotten a taste, but I’ll take whatever I can get. I was her first kiss. I know it, and I’m going to be her first everything else. The only. I’ll kill this Joseph fucker for even thinking she was his. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll beg me for death.

“So we clear now? You know that I want you. I didn’t kiss you because you asked.” Her brows lift. “Well, I did, but I fucking wanted to since I laid eyes on you,” I admit. “Shit, sorry.” I can’t stop cursing. Old habits, I suppose. I’ve spent way too much time with all men.

"You can curse. I was just curious when you said you'd stop for me." Her eyes are wide with wonder.

It gives me a glimpse of the kind of men she's grown up with. Yeah, I’m going to enjoy getting my hands on those assholes. They'll get a taste of what it feels like when someone bigger comes after you. I hope to strike fear in them the same way I’m sure they’ve done to all the women they’ve come in contact with.

How someone could ever lay their hands on a sweet angel like her, I’ll never understand. Everything inside of me wants to protect and keep her. I decide to keep that little bit of information to myself for now. Snow has been caged for far too long in her life, and now I’m trying to do the same. I want to kick my own ass, but I can’t stop those thoughts.

“Are you hungry or tired?” I need to worry about taking care of her, not my dick. I’ll show my little snow angel what it would be like if she stayed with me. That I would be different from all the other men she’s had in her life. I have to get her to want to stay here.

I don’t know how I’ve come to this place. I’d gone from wanting everyone to fuck off and leave me be to not wanting her out of my sight. When she ran to the bathroom, my heart sank thinking of her taking off on me. She is a runner, after all.

On my last mission, one of the men stepped right into a trick wire. It blew him all to hell. I’d been thrown a good thirty feet from the blast. I’d taken a pretty severe blow to the back of my head. The doctors ran a bunch of tests and said I was clear and damn lucky.

I'm not sure that's true with the thoughts that have been invading my mind since I found Snow. The docs might have gotten the cleared part wrong because never in my life have I felt this way or had these kinds of thoughts. But they were right about me being damn lucky. I barely know the girl, but that doesn't stop anything.

“I’m kind of both, but what about my sister?”

“We can’t do anything about that right now with this snowstorm.” No one will be doing anything until it comes to an end.

“Right.” Her shoulders drop, and I hate to see the disappointment in her eyes.

“Hey.” I use my fingers to tilt her chin up so that her eyes are back on me. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to do anything. I’m going to start putting some feelers out and send for whatever information I can get from people I trust. Get things going, but I also need your help.” She knows that place inside and out. I’ll need to know every single detail.

“My help?” That perks her right up.

“You know that place better than anyone.”

“I do!”

“Come on. I’ll feed you, and you can tell me everything you think is important.” I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen. Bear follows right behind us. “Okhraniay,” I tell him. Bear's ears go up before he darts for the dog door.

“What was that?”

“He’s Russian.”

“The dog?” Snow laughs. The sound is as sweet as her. It manages to go straight to my dick. My eyes drop to her bare legs. She’s only got my shirt on. I’m going to have to learn to live with this ache in my balls.

“His commands are in Russian. He’s going to do a check.”

“It’s a blizzard out there. He can’t go out. He’ll be cold.” She walks to the window to look out. I love how concerned she is for Bear.

What would have happened if she’d gotten lost out there? She would have died. I run my hand down my face to shake the thought. Not going there.

“He’s made for this weather. He’ll do a check and come back in.” I go back to Snow's bag and look through it. She has a few dresses and a couple cans of food. I snag her panties off the floor. When I kissed her, she must have dropped them. I still can’t believe she asked for a kiss. It takes a lot to surprise me, but I’m learning that she sure as fuck can.

I shove them in my pocket as she drops the curtain and turns back to face me. “Wanted to make sure they didn’t put a tracker on you.”

“I don’t think we have those.”

If they wanted to, I'm sure they could. You can get them online easily. They don’t cost much. I’m sure those assholes have a lot more technology than they let on. If Snow was mine, I’d have one on her ass for peace of mind alone.

“I’m not a great cook, but I can make a few things.” I head back toward the kitchen.

"If you want, I can cook. I told you I want to help out.”

“Sit.” I point to one of the chairs at the kitchen island.

“But I–” I clear the space between us. When I grab her by the hips and pick her up, she doesn't flee or back away. She lets out a little squeal followed by a giggle as I put her ass in the chair. I never thought I would enjoy having someone in my space, but I’m finding that’s exactly how I feel with Snow.

It pleases something deep inside of me that she’s getting used to me quickly. Maybe she feels this strong connection too. I remember my mom always telling us when we found the right woman for us, we’d know. I guess she was right, but then again, she always was.

“You’re tired. I’ll cook.”

“You’re bossy,” Snow says this with a smile on her lips.

“That bother you?”

“No, your bossy is different. You’re different.”

“Knowing where you come from, I’ve got an idea of the kind of men there, so I’m taking that as a good thing.”

“It is.” That smile of hers grows, and, fuck, I want to keep it there, but I need information. As much as I can get.

“Talk to me, babe. Tell me about Heaven’s Temple.” She takes a deep breath and begins to speak. As I cook her spaghetti with garlic bread, I pay close attention to every word she says.

I have to keep my anger in check when she tells me about her childhood and how they grew up. So isolated from the world. These girls were born to be brides and nothing more. Not every bride is loved. I don't think Snow gets that it's not about marriage and kids; it's about fucking sex. I don't care what any of them think or say.

All of it comes down to money, control, power, and fucking young girls. They hide behind their beliefs in order to take what they want. It’s disgusting, and I intend to bring justice down on as many of them as I possibly can. And I’m not talking about the law, either. They deserve a different kind of justice, the kind that only men like me and my brother are able to deliver.

“Here.” I place the bowl of pasta in front of her. I'm in a boiling rage. I try to keep my tone light, but I think I’m failing. Her nose scrunches up.

“You’re not going to eat?”

“Not hungry. I’ll be right back.” I don’t wait for a response. How could I eat after that? Worse, I don't think I'm much better because I want to keep her for myself, and yeah, fucking sex is a part of it, but I'd cut off my dick before hurting her. I'd have Snow begging for it before I sank inside of her. I need her to want me. Not be with me because it was some order from above.

I head down the hallway to my bedroom, then into the closet. I slam my fist into the wall. The shot of pain through my arm helps, but not much.

“Garrett!” Snow gasps. How the hell did I not hear her follow me? I really am off my game.

I turn to see her standing in my closet's doorway. She has a horrified expression on her face.

Fuck me.