Uncover Me (28 page)

I was the luckiest man in the world. I had everything I ever wanted—love, family, and a purpose. The greatest purpose I had now was lying in my arms, and I’d make her forget the past and revel in the future.

As we drove down my street, I could see the distant figures of the Gallo women. They formed a semicircle as they stood in my front yard, waiting for us to arrive. Those women were our other half, the thing that made us what we were—an amazing family that was stronger and more loving than most.

“Angel, wake up. We’re home,” I whispered in her ear, stroking her cheek.

Her eyes, still red from crying, fluttered open before a small smile crept across her lips. “Hey,” she whispered.

“Looks like we have company, boys,” Pop called out, pointing through the windshield to the Gallo women.

“Yep. This might get hairier than the gun battle back there,” Anthony replied, laughing as he flipped through his phone.

“Not a chance. They’re going to be happy to see us,” Joe said, reaching for the door handle before the car even stopped moving.

After hopping out and leaving the door ajar, he ran to Suzy and collected her in his arms. Her feet dangled from the ground as he hugged her.

“Barf,” Anthony blurted, watching intently out the window.

Mike nudged him with his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, dude. I know all about your piece of ass. You’re just pissed she isn’t here.”

Anthony shrugged before I heard him sigh. “Fuck off, bro.”

One by one, they piled out of the car, going to the loves of their lives and repeating the actions Joe had done with Suzy. Anthony looked like the odd fish. No one hugged him first, kissed his face, or gushed over him for returning safely. When my father released my mother, she was the one to wrap Anthony in her arms and kiss his cheeks. Someday, he’d have his—sooner rather than later, if my gut was right.

“Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?” I asked Angel, looking down at her as she started to sit up in my lap.

“I can walk, Thomas.” She pushed off my lap and climbed out of the car while holding on to steady herself. Then she covered her eyes, the sunshine blinding today, and waited for me to stand behind her.

Ma was the first person to break rank and head straight for Angel. As she approached, she gave me a quick nod and a smile before holding out her arms.

“Baby girl, I’m so happy you’re safe,” Ma said, staring at me as she hugged Angel.

Angel broke down into tears, melting into my ma’s comforting arms, and rested her head against her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Gallo,” Angel cried, her body shaking as she spoke.

Ma rubbed her back. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Angel. Everyone is safe and you’re back.” Ma was trying to keep it together and pretend like it was no big deal, but I knew her better than that. “I’ve been through crazier shit with this family.”

Next to me, James was holding Izzy, kissing her deeply—probably a little too deeply in front of the family. Either my parents didn’t mind or they were pretending they didn’t see. Fortunately, Izzy broke the kiss, holding his face in her hands.

“I love you, James. I’ve never been so worried about someone before. I didn’t fucking like it. Don’t do that type of shit anymore. I couldn’t take it.”

“I’m fine, babe. Don’t ever worry about me. I love you too, Iz.”

“All I do is worry about you and your macho ‘I have something to prove’ bullshit. You are not indestructible. Remember that, please, next time you go off trying to pretend you’re Jason Statham.”

“I’ll take that. He’s pretty badass, babe.” James laughed, earning him a small slap to the cheek. “Watch it. I may just show you how badass I really am, love. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He smiled, winking at her as a giant smile slid across her face.

Jesus, they made me ill.

Love changes a person. It doesn’t make us inferior, but it lets us be the person we were truly meant to be. It completes us, brings out our true nature, and helps us become a better version of ourselves.

Looking around James, Izzy locked eyes with me. “Tommy!” she screeched, moving quickly and jumping in my arms.

“Hey, baby girl. It’s good to see you,” I whispered, squeezing her tightly.

“You too. Don’t do this shit again either,” she mumbled into my shoulder before she sighed.

Ma released Angel as Mia and Suzy each took turns hugging her and welcoming her home. All the girls were in tears. It was like a watching a Lifetime movie playing out before my eyes. Tears, smiles, laughter, and—most of all—love.

“Who’s up for a cup of coffee?” Ma asked, wiping the tears from her cheek. “If that’s okay with Tommy and Angel.”

“It’s fine, Mrs. Gallo. I need a shower, though. I can’t imagine how I smell.” Angel winced, sniffing her shirt. “Yeah, shower first.”

“You shower, baby girl, and I’ll make you something to eat too.”

Angel nodded, a giant smile on her face as Ma wrapped one arm around her shoulder and walked with her to the house.

“I’m proud of you, brother,” Izzy said before we followed the crowd inside.

“For what?”

“You’re a good man. She was broken. I’ve known enough broken girls in my time, but you saved her.”

“I couldn’t leave her in the hands of the kidnappers, Izzy.”

She shook her head, gripping my side tighter as we walked. “Not what I meant, Tommy.”

I felt my face heat as color rushed to my cheeks. “I love her. Nothing else matters.”

“I always knew you were a big softie like the others.” She smiled up at me, reminding me of when she was a little girl.

She always looked at me like I was a superhero. She’d had me wrapped around her little finger since the day she was born. I would’ve walked through fire if she’d asked me, and I’d do anything to protect her. Knowing that she was with James, someone so much like myself, I felt that I could finally let go of my overprotectiveness of her. James would willingly give his life to save hers.

I had someone new to protect, a woman who needed to feel part of something bigger. Belonging is important to everyone, and she’d lacked that her entire life. I’d spend eternity trying to bring her joy and making her never regret her decision to come with me.

It was my sole mission to make her feel loved.

Chapter 22

For a week, Thomas treated me like I was ready to break. He tried to do everything for me. It was sweet, but there’s a point when enough is enough.

“Thomas,” I said, watching him hover as he straightened up the living room. “Come here and sit with me.” I patted the cushion next to me.

“I was about to start dinner,” he stalked in my direction before collapsing on the couch.

I turned to face him, pulling one leg under my body. “Dinner can wait. We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” He repeated my motion, tucking his leg under his body.

“Nothing, baby. I’m perfect. Maybe better than perfect, actually. I need you to stop treating me like I’m fragile. I’m not.”

He placed his hands over mine, stroking the top with his thumb. “You went through something very traumatic, Angel.”

“I know, but I survived. I want to stop living in the past and start our future. I can’t sit in this house any longer and watch you clean. It’s not who you are. I’m not a sitter either. There’s only so much television and reading I can do before I start to go a little crazy.” I gave him a small smile, hoping I hadn’t hurt his feelings. I just wanted us to go back to normal—whatever the hell that was for us.

“You should’ve said something sooner. I didn’t want to push you and didn’t feel right doing it until you said something.” He smiled back, his cheeks turning pink as he spoke.

“I didn’t want to make you feel bad, baby. Every day, I would pray you’d touch me like you used to and that we’d move forward.”

“I just wanted to give you time,” he said, holding the side of my face in his hand, sweeping his thumb across my cheekbone.

“It’s been long enough. You and James need to work on your business, I need to find a job, and you need to make me feel like your woman again.” I tilted my head, melting into his touch, and closed my eyes. “I’ve missed the feel of you against my skin.”

Cupping my face in both of his hands, he pressed his mouth against mine. “Like this?” he whispered, hovering over my lips.

“Yes,” I moaned, feeling the hairs on my arms standing up as he spoke.

“And this?” He kissed down my jaw and licked my neck, biting gently near my collarbone.

“Just like that,” I pleaded, pushing my body forward.

I had very little on, having selected a black babydoll nighty when I’d dressed this morning. The soft silk against my skin, especially my nipples, as I walked around the house had about driven me over the edge.

He slid his hands down my shoulders, the heat of his palms scorching my cool skin before they settled on my forearms. He backed away and looked at me. His eyes were hungry, the need and burning he felt for me evident in his stare.

“I want you so damn badly. I could barely control myself any longer.”

“I love when you lose control, Thomas. Show me how badly you want me.” Jutting my chest out, I offered him my body, wanting to feel him inside me for the first time in too long.

A small growl escaped from deep in his throat as he pushed me down into the cushions, moving his body on top of mine. Capturing my mouth in a commanding kiss, he gripped my waist, digging his rock-hard cock against my aching core.

His jeans did nothing to hide his want as I pushed against him, trying to create friction. Every time his hand moved, my body would break out into goose bumps, leaving a wake in his path. My nipples hardened, throbbing to be touched, as his hands moved farther up my sides.

My tongue captured his, dancing together, as our hands touched each other everywhere.

“Thomas,” I moaned.

“Mmm.” He slid his thumb against my nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through my system.

As he rubbed back and forth, I felt breathless and kissed him back, letting him caress my breast. His rough fingers plucked at my hardened nipple, pulling on it through the soft material. I arched my back, melting into his touch. I wanted more.

When his lips left mine, my breathing was heavy and uneven. After kissing a path down my neck, he stopped over my pulse, running his tongue over the spot. Then he ground his dick against me while he teased my breast.

Tipping my head back, I offered my neck and chest to him, spreading my legs farther to give him better access. As he sucked my breast into his mouth through the silk, his hand moved to my core and dampness pooled between my legs.

He groaned as he slid his fingers across my pussy. I was soaked, the need I felt for him overwhelming after not having been touched sexually in so long. As his fingers swirled around my entrance, I closed my eyes, pushing my head into the cushion.

One finger entered me, stroking me deeply as he rubbed my clit with his thumb, tenderly circling around it. I needed to hold something, ground myself in the moment, so I clutched the cushions in my hand.

His hot breath mixing with the tug of his teeth sent shivers straight to my core. My pussy gripped his fingers, pulling him deeper and wanting more. When a second finger stretched me, a dull and luscious ache took over, and he pushed them deeper.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“So fuckin’ good,” he growled against my breast, causing vibrations through my skin.

“I want you, Thomas,” I said, moving my bottom to drive his fingers in deeper.

He didn’t respond with words, instead moving his mouth to my other breast and curling his fingers inside me. Adjusting his body, he moved to the side, increasing the thrust as he kept his fingers turned up, working my insides. Feeling the pressure building, I shuddered in his arms.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked with my nipple between his teeth.

“I want more,” I whined, riding his hand as his fingers hooked inside me and stilled. “Thomas,” I said, pushing against his palm.

He chuckled, rubbing his hand against my clit as he kept his fingers buried inside. Whimpering, I tried to get him move his fingers, but his body vibrated from laughter. He bit down harder on my nipple, shocking my system as I clenched around him. His fingers moved, thrusting inside at fevered pace. Letting my leg fall off the couch, I opened to him fully, offering everything I had to give.

Digging my toes into the carpet, I lifted my bottom, thrusting myself against his hand. As I felt him stroke my G-spot, I gulped for air. My nipple was trapped, as my body shook in his arms. The orgasm to end all orgasms was building inside me. Before I could brace myself, it broke loose, tearing through my system and stunning me.

Frozen in place, I screamed. My body grew rigid against his. I sucked in air, trying to pull it into my lungs. Riding his hand, I bucked against his palm. His fingers slowed, stroking me deeper as I experienced the last shock waves in my system. Shivering in his arms, I saw stars as I sucked in a ragged breath.

My eyes drifted open, taking a moment to focus before I locked eyes with Tommy. He looked proud.

“That was so damn sexy,” he said softly, his fingers buried deep inside me.