Tore Up (Mississippi Smoke Series Book 1)
Tore Up: Chapter 43

I locked the office door behind me without taking my eyes off Halo. She loved me. I didn’t deserve it, but she seemed to continually give me things I wasn’t worthy of. Like her forgiveness.

“What are we doing in here?” she asked as her blue eyes scanned the room uncomfortably.

“There is something in here I need to give you,” I explained walking over to the desk for the paperwork I had told Adalee to print out earlier today.

“Why did you lock the door?”

I lifted my gaze from the desk to her uncertain expression. This was or had been Adalee’s office. She didn’t want to be in here and I couldn’t blame her. But I was going to fix that.

I picked up what I was looking for and went over to stand in front of her. I wanted to kiss every one of those fucking freckles and I would. But not yet.

Holding out the papers to her I smiled. “These are yours.”

She took it her eyes dropping to study what I had handed her.

“What… what are these?”

“Temporary for the moment but official. I have you a keepsake certificate coming that will be framed and you can hang it in your office,” I replied enjoying how damn cute she looked completely confused.

She looked up at me. “What is the Jockey Club?” she asked.

“That’s Slingshot’s registration although you’ll have to decide on his official name. Slingshot is taken. But he will remain Slingshot here. The other is your owner’s license and transfer of ownership.”

Her eyes swung back down to the papers in her hand. “My owner’s license?”

“Your owner’s license,” I confirmed. “Slingshot is yours.”

She sucked in a deep breath then lifted those eyes that owned me back to meet mine. “You gave me Slingshot?”

Taking a step closer to her I cupped the side of her face. “Pretty girl, I’d give you every fucking horse in these stables if you wanted them. But yes, I gave you Slingshot.”

A laugh bubbled out of her as she threw herself at me wrapping her arms around my neck. “Oh my god, Bane!” she cried.

I pulled her tight against me and picked her up so I could bury my face in her hair. The round hard bump of her stomach no longer made me feel guilty. She was mine. They both were- her and the baby. And I had to believe that Crosby would have wanted this. Loving her I understood now that love wasn’t a selfish emotion. More than anything I wanted her happy and taken care of. I would do everything in my power to make sure she always had what she needed, wanted, even the things she didn’t know to fucking want. If Crosby had felt for her what I did, then I knew he wouldn’t see this as betrayal. His soul would be at rest because she was loved. No, she was fucking adored. And his son would be too.

“I need you naked, pretty girl and bent over the desk,” I said against her ear.

The way her body shivered from my words only stroked the possessive beast in my chest making him even more fierce.

“In here?” she asked, pulling back to gaze up at me.

I nodded. “I figure we should christen the place before and after you gut the room and redecorate it the way you want it.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

I lowered her back to her feet. “This is your office now. The shit in here has to go and you will need to pick out new furniture and even a paint color. I want it to look and smell like yours.”

She stepped back slowly scanning the room as if seeing it for the first time. “Really?” she breathed sounding amazed.

“Mmmhmm,” I replied reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. “Strip. I need to see my cum leaking from your cunt.”

She turned back to me and smiled. “You saw that this morning.”

“Yeah, and I want to see it again,” I replied.

Since my results had come back clear I’d been unable to go very long without sinking inside her bare. It was the kind of nirvana that made a man crazy. I was addicted and happy about it.

She took the shirt from my hand and finished removing it then dropped it on the floor before starting on her bra. I stood transfixed while she slid it off her arms then tossed it away. She was a fucking goddess with a sweet smile that made me weak.

“I’m the only one undressing,” she pointed out.

“And you’re doing an excellent job, pretty girl. Keep going.”

The laughter that fell from her luscious mouth wrapped around my heart soaking into my soul.