All Chapters of Gentle Curves (Dangerous Curves 4): Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Noah went downstairs and looked around.“Brother Jax!” he said, and right away, a door opened. Jax poked his dark head out. “Hey, man. You OK?”“Yes. I want to talk to you.”“Sure thing,” Jax said easily. “Alone or with the guys?”“Alone.”“OK.” Jax stepped into the hallway and shut the door. “What’s shaking, man?”Noah stared at him. “Nothing. There’s no earthquake.”Jax grinned. He’d gotten better about remembering Noah’s tendency to take things literally, but he did still forget sometimes.“Yeah, sorry. You’re right. I meant to say, what’s going on?”“I want to ask Callie to marry me.”Jax damn near reeled backwards in shock. “Holy shit. Really?”“Don’t swear,” Noah chided him. “And yes, really.”“Oh. Oh, God.” Jax was in way over his damn head on this one, and he knew it. “Have you told Sarah yet?”“No. This is man’s business.”“Have you told King?” Jax asked, ignoring the sexism for the moment, and already knowing the answer.“No. This is family business. And since you’re a man

The next night, Mac stood in his cabin living room, staring unseeing out of the windows at the approaching early-autumn sunset. She hadn’t shown up the night before, she hadn’t shown up that day, and now Mac faced another sleepless night of waiting and wondering. Of trying to hold on to hope but slowly, steadily dying inside, one small piece at a time.It was harder than he’d thought it would be, sitting up here and waiting for Mirrie. It had thrown him straight back to four years before, to that devastating weekend of frantic phone calls to Mirrie’s cell and to the police. He hadn’t slept a wink that whole time, he remembered now, and this weekend seemed to be going the same way.When he heard the car engine on the road outside, his breath caught. Every sense in his body prickling and vibrating, he stood on the front porch, listening with every inch of his being. And when he saw her car come around the bend and pull slowly into his driveway, Mac seriously thought he might pass out fr

He reached for his jeans, grabbed the condom from his wallet. He rolled it on, then flipped Mirrie over and on to her stomach. Her arms were extended above her, her hands in fists on the carpeted floor. He covered her with his entire body, nudging her legs open with his knees. She lifted her hips slightly to make it easier for him, and with one impatient movement of his hips, he sank his full length into her.Mirrie cried out, and Shane covered her hands with his, lowered his mouth to her ear.“I got you, babe,” he murmured. “I'm right here.”“Oh, God,” she said, her voice breaking. “Oh, Shane...”His thrusts were gentle, slow, deep. She moved under him, loving how that broad chest pushed her down, held her in place. She was bracketed by his muscular arms, clenched between his strong thighs, and she felt impossibly tiny and feminine, even as she felt safe and loved. Shane ran his tongue over her throat, tracing the forget-me-nots delicately, and she shuddered.A burst of color over th