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161 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 3, 2011
"I've gone with you as far as I can. I'll be waiting for you."
Cooper was beautiful, yet not feminine. As a free man, Gabriel's appetite for sex had been prodigious. Now that he knew he couldn't last another thirty, forty, or fifty years on the occasional hand job or suck off, perhaps it was time to accept masculine beauty?
"But just now I offered you a cigarette and you took it. Let me light it and you're mine. Meaning you're protected from all the bull-necked, ham-fisted motherf@@@ers who'd kill you trying to love you. No man in Wentworth will touch what's mine."
"I don't want you to touch me."
"My own love." Gabriel traced a finger along Joey's hairline, pushing an errant strand back in place. "My only love."
“They won’t help you,” Gabriel said softly. “You know I tell you true. I’ll help you. I’ll protect you. But I’ll have payment. Pick up the cigarette. Let me light it. Tell every man in Wentworth you’re my girl. I’ll go to my grave defending you and expect no more than a kiss before bed at night. Or thereabouts,” he added, grinning.
“I’m no girl,” Cooper said, lips curling back from even white teeth.
“My boy, then. Or just mine. But pick up the goddamn cigarette before the Lovelies decide to give it a go. Eight against one is hard odds, even for me.”