Never Give You Up. Shady Grace

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      “Yes,” she moaned, excited and surprised by how large he felt in her hot grip. “Give it to me.”

      Without finesse, Mary unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out, eagerly dropping to her knees and took his bulbous head into her mouth—

      A loud knock rapped on the back door.

      Mary jerked up in bed and blinked from the bright beam of light shining through the bedroom window, and looked around in stunned delirium.

      Panting, she ripped her fingers away from between drenched lips, painfully close to orgasm, and sucked in a shuddering breath.

      Jesus Christ.

      Another loud knock pounded the door, followed by a few more. She rubbed her head and groaned, the knocking right on her fragile skull.

      How did I get to bed? The last thing she remembered was crying at the window after polishing off half a bottle of rum.

      In her dazed and flustered state, she whipped her legs over the side of the bed and shouted, “Who is it?”

      “It’s Gabe. Are you awake?”

      I am now you son of a—“Yes! Just a minute.”

      With an unladylike curse, Mary plodded across the chilly wooden floor and grabbed her housecoat from the hook by the door. Still in an aroused yet angry state, she made her way to the back door and yanked it open.

      “What do you want?” She tried to control her heaving chest.

      Gabe raised a teasing brow. “What, no hello?”

      She folded her arms over her bust and glared at him. “Hello. Now what do you want?”

      With a casual shrug and a disarming grin, Gabe brushed past her, into the hallway toward the kitchen, as if he had a share in the property. “I thought I’d swing by and check up on you. Good thing I did. You smell like a pub. Everything okay with you?”

      Mary made a face behind his back and shut the door. She tightened the sash of her robe and followed him into the kitchen, annoyed by his horrible timing, yet grateful when he saved her the trouble of having to make coffee.

      “I’m lovely. Where’s Mima?”

      “At home,” he said over his shoulder.

      Curious to the strange visit, Mary took a seat at the kitchen table and watched in tired silence as he patiently waited for the brew then fixed each of them a steamy cup. Apparently his untimely visit needed coffee before more words were exchanged. She was okay with it, for now.

      Mary eyed him up as he puttered around. Gabe may have swept her best friend off her tough feet, but Mary still felt awkward around him, even when he came by with Mima to help with some of the more difficult tasks Tom used to handle. Gabe may be somewhat of a decent man and wouldn’t harm her, there was still something about him she couldn’t trust, and it had nothing to do with who he was, but what he did.

      Her life had drastically changed when he crashed his plane into their woods. Sometimes she wondered if Gabriel Miller pushed her husband into the freezing Athabasca River. It made no sense that a strong man like Tom, who lived in the woods for thirty years, would drown so easily.

      She eyed him with mixed emotions as he spooned cream and sugar into his mug and lifted it close to his lips. “How’ve you been lately? I haven’t had the chance to swing by in a while.” His expression turned more serious. “Mima had to put one of the dogs down. She’s not in the best of moods.”

      He sipped his coffee and absently glanced around the room.

      Mary’s heart ached for her friend, knowing those dogs were like children to Mima, as Mary’s were to her. “Poor girl. Which one had to be put down?”

      Gabe shrugged. “No idea. I can’t keep track of them all.”

      She glared at the heartless man across from her. “There’s only five of them.” Of course he wouldn’t remember the name of the dog, but he’d never forget his Lady Diana specially kept in the city. After all, he constantly talked about how fast and smooth she was. Men like Gabe had their cars, while she and Mima had their dogs.

      She took another deep pull of her coffee, watching his demeanor. He appeared calm but the puffed out vein in his forehead didn’t go unnoticed. “Come out with it. I know you didn’t come here to check up on me.”

      Gabe rumbled with laughter. “You got me all figured out.” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a deep breath. Once he set his cup back down, he eyed her more seriously. “Actually, I have a business proposition for you.”

      The mere mention of that word made her tense up. “What does your business have to do with me?”

      “I have a friend who needs a place to unwind. Nothing gets more private than this.”

      She tried not to react physically to those words, but her heart pounded and every nerve jumped to life when she knew who he was talking about. “No.” There was only one man who’d want to come here, and he made everything in her body come to life without her consent.

      Gabe’s comical look grated her nerves. “What if I told you it was Terry?”

      A strike of fear and unwanted excitement ripped through her, but she tried her best to appear passive. Why did he have to say his name and confirm her wicked suspicion? “Terry?” She shrugged, but her stomach fluttered with anxiety and it became harder to sit still on the damned chair.

      “Got your attention now, don’t I?”

      Despite the chaos they’d created in her life, she couldn’t help thinking about the man with eyes like a glacier that made her stomach flip, and a sexy smile that made her want to let him do things with his hot mouth. The same man she lost her control with and kissed on a lonely night after one too many beers, one month after Tom’s death.

      Her cheeks burned at the thought, not only from the shame of kissing a man this soon after her husband’s death, but also from the heated memory of that night. Despite her inhibitions from drinking, she remembered how his sensual, exploring kiss made her feel bold, brash. If he hadn’t pulled away, she would have given him much more.

      And the dreams . . . .

      She squared her shoulders, forcing herself to think smart. By all means, a group of gangsters could come charging in and flip her world over just when she was getting back on her feet again. Having Terry here would end in disaster and possible death, and the kind of heartbreak a woman couldn’t get over. She already had enough heartbreak to last a lifetime.

      Gabe at her kitchen table was bad enough. As much as she appreciated his help, having a criminal swinging by to visit didn’t seem natural. She couldn’t imagine regular folks hanging out with drug smugglers and murderers over coffee and deer sausage.

      Gabe’s sharp gaze settled on hers and it cut right through her. “Seriously. Terry needs a vacation. He looks like shit.”

      She eyeballed him right back. “So?”

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