Page 45 of Sabre’s Guard

Dylan: Fine.

Me: I’ll text you the time and place.

Dylan: Don’t wait too long. I might be a patient man, I’ve waited ten years for this, but don’t string me along.

I put the phone down and look at Sabre. “What do you think? Will he show?”

Sabre responds dryly, “I’d bet the fuckin’ farm on it. There’s a diner on the east side of Las Salinas called the Rusty Anchor. It’s on Harbor Road. Text him to meet you on Saturday morning for breakfast at seven.”

“Are you sure this will be safe?”

He nods. “It’s a public place and well-lit. I’ll arrive early, make sure he’s alone and nothing looks sus. If it looks safe, I’ll text you. When you show up to talk to this asshole, I’ll be at a table in the back watching to make sure nothing goes off the rails. All we need is for him to show up, so I can call the cops and have him picked up.”

I type out the text and hit send. Standing there looking at his brief reply, I’m finally able to relax a bit.

The moment his agreement comes through, Sabre’s hand closes around mine.

“He took the bait,” he says.

I stand there feeling all kinds of emotions at once, then fling myself into Sabre’s arms. I can almost believe this is finally going to be over, once and for all.

He holds me for a long moment, with one hand curved up over my shoulder and the other stroking slowly up and down my back. His touch is soothing and reassuring, when I need it the most.

“Hey,” he says, tipping my chin up with two fingers. “You can’t spend all your time worrying and dreading this meetup. It’ll drive you insane.”

“I can’t help it. I have to sit across from him and try to make conversation until the police arrive to arrest him. His attack in that parking lot ten years ago keeps playing in my head and I don’t know how to stop it.”

“I know how to stop it.” His voice drops low and turns rough, as his hands slide down to my hips, and pull me flush against him. “Tonight you’re not gonna think about that man at all because all your attention is gonna be on me, darlin’. Let me take care of you.”

I open my mouth to argue, but he kisses me and every thought of arguing flies right out of my mind. All I can think about is the slow movement of his lips and the slide of his tongue against mine. When one big hand cups my head, I pull at his clothing, wanting them gone.

The triumphant look on his face as he pulls back and sweeps me up into his arms is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.

“Time for bed, sweetness,” he says against my mouth. “I want you in my bed, right now.”

He takes me up to his room and gently nudges the door shut behind us. He sits me down on my feet and walks me back towards the bed, slowly undressing me every step of the way.

This is the perfect way to forget about whatever was bothering me a minute ago. Right now, nothing exists in the world but the two of us. I move my arms, helping him remove each piece of clothing while he presses his mouth to the newly bared skin. By the time he lays me back on the bed, I’m trembling with need.

“That’s better,” he murmurs, gazing down at me. “Now you’re only thinkin’ about us, right?”

I nod as he settles between my thighs and puts his mouth on me. I love it when he does this. Sabre takes his time pleasuring me. He’s patient and thorough, doing all the things I love best. I get too excited as his tongue swirls around my clit over and over again. He has to hold one hand flat across my belly to hold me still. When he sucks my clit and finds my g-spot, the firm coaxing becomes a stampede to the finish line. I come apart with his name on my lips and both hands fisted in his hair.

He kisses his way back up my body while I’m still experiencing wave after wave of the orgasm he just gave me. My big, sexy biker lines himself up and pushes his cock into me so slowly that I can feel every single inch. I claw at his chest, as the slow stretch turns into a slight burn. He stills, braced on his forearms, giving me time to adjust.

“Look at me.” I do. His blue eyes are intense, and I can’t seem to look away. When he speaks again, his voice is deep and rough. “You’re mine now. I’m not ever gonna let your ex or anyone else take you from me.” He starts to move again, bottoming out inside me.

“Yours,” I agree breathlessly. “I’ll always be yours, Sabre.” There is something about being claimed and him saying the words at the same time that makes it seem like pure truth to my mind.

He sets a pace, slow and deep at first, teasing me with his body. “Whatever happens at the meeting, you’re coming home with me and he’s going to jail. Here in my home, in my bed and wrapped around my cock is where you belong now. And I’m gonna make sure you never want for anything in this world. I give you my word.”

He keeps that slow, deep rhythm, bringing up one hand to cradle my face, murmuring low and filthy and tender words in my ear, telling me how good I feel, how he’s got me, and how no matter what happens in the future, he’ll always come for me.

That’s when I break apart the second time, and he follows me over, filling me with his seed. Afterwards, he holds me so tenderly that I begin to believe that he really does love me. Then he gathers me against his chest and pulls the blanket up over us both.

“Sleep,” he says into my hair. “Dream of all the days we’re gonna spend together, a lifetime of days, darlin’.”

That’s the last thing I remember before tumbling off to sleep.