Page 92 of Sin for You
“I know you think my feelings for you aren’t real, or, shit, you’re too scared to believe them, and, sweets, I know why. Your past. My past. Fuck, take your pick.”
“Logan—”
“But that’s not it, Quinn. That’s what got in the way of us staying together: your piece-of-shit ex making you think you’re not enough, not good enough; the guilt I felt about my family, fucking with my head. But it’s not the reason I feel the way I do about you. It’s not. I don’t have some white-knight complex, and you’re not some goddamn burden or responsibility to me, and I don’t…I don’t know how to make you fucking believe that.”
My heart clenched and started beating faster, but Bull wasn’t finished.
“You know, I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you again, when you walked into the bar and demanded a job that first time. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I didn’t think I was good enough for you. Hell, I still don’t, if you want to know the truth.” He shook his head. “But I’m not one of those guys that hurt you, baby. I’m not. And I promise you I will never do anything to make you cry ever again. I’d rather cut off a fucking limb than make you cry.”
God, he really was in love with me. My heart was beating so fast, I could barely catch my breath.
“You think you’re an obligation to me? Never. You think you’re not enough…fuck, woman, you are everything. I don’t take care of you because I’m trying to make up for my past mistakes. Yeah, I’m protective of you, but not because of the things I’ve blamed myself for all these years. I look after the people I love, or fucking try to. And, sweets, you’re one of them. I love you so much I can’t fucking think straight. And I’m going to keep on loving you, even if you can’t love me back.”
I stood there, frozen in place, stunned.
Bull tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’ll be waiting, Quinn, hoping that one day you’ll be ready. I’ll always be waiting for you.” Then he let me go, strode across the cellar, and disappeared up the stairs before I could reply.
Like he already knew what my reply to his declaration would be. Like he didn’t think there was a way I could possibly love him back.
He loved me.
How could I doubt him after what he’d just said? How could I have ever doubted him? I’d been so afraid, afraid to let him in, afraid he’d walk away like all the rest.
That I wasn’t enough for him, that I never could be. I’d let fear hold me back.
When I came back up, the bar was silent, empty, the lights off, the glow from the fire an orange wash over the room. I raced to Bull’s office but he wasn’t there.
God, had he already left?
I grabbed my keys, panic filling me to overflowing, and ran for the door to the parking lot. Shoving it open, I ran out into the snow. It was falling heavily…
And there by my car, in his coat and hat, was Bull. He had a shovel and he was digging snow away from my tires.
Taking care of me…still taking care of me.
God, I loved him so much. So very much.
He straightened and turned, like he’d sensed me standing there. There was snow stuck to his beard and eyebrows, and his eyes turned soft when they locked on me.
He was the sweetest, loveliest, growliest, sexiest man I had ever seen.
“Sweets, I was just—”
I ran at him, the sound of the shovel clattering to the ground echoing around the empty parking lot a moment before I hit his chest and was lifted off my feet. His arms locked around me, one hand on my butt, the other going to the back of my head, holding me to him as his mouth came down on mine.
Then we were moving, heading back inside. Bull carried me into the dark empty bar and to the couch over by the fire.
“I love you,” I said against his lips. “God, I love you, too.”
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Bull
Quinn lay beside me, naked and warm, pressed in tight. I was still buried deep inside her, cock pulsing after coming so hard my head was spinning.
The crackle of the fire was the only sound besides our heavy breathing.
I looked down at her, her eyes closed, face flushed, lips puffy and dark, black hair spread out around her head and shoulders.
