His lips tip up. “That would be great.”
“Keep your lips off my wife, you whore,” Jagger jokes when he goes out to do man-brooding with Oran.
I go lie down in bed so I can worry about Ainslee. I can’t fathom the pain she’s feeling right now. It’s been radio silence since we found out that Andres and Markos are in a coma. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t at least send what I hope is an encouraging text.
* * *
I must have fallenasleep because the dip in the mattress makes my eyes pop open. It’s dark outside. Jagger rests his head on my belly like he tends to do when he’s in deep thought. My hands go to his hair; I run my fingers through it a bit before speaking.
“Did Oran go home?”
“No, he’s in the guest room.”
“Poor them. I feel like Ainslee means well. Andres’ position is dangerous…”
“Yeah but Oran would rather knowingly be in danger than be in the dark and safe.”
“I get that. They’re trying to do what they think is best for each other. I understand the need to shield the one you love from the bad but I know leaving someone in the dark can do the opposite for their safety. Luckily, it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours and I doubt she’s able to go a long time without seeing him.”
“Yeah. I hope you’re right.”
His silky strands fall through my fingers as his grip on my waist tightens. “What do you need from me right now, Jagger?”
Jagger kisses my belly through the material of my pajama top. “Exactly what you’re doing right now.” He rests his chin on my belly to look at me in the low light.
“And?” I prompt.
His smirk questions my audacity to act like I know him. “For you to tell me whatyouneed for once.”
I chuckle a little. “You’re doing it. You’re sharing your thoughts and you came to me for comfort. Besides, I know if I needed comfort, you’d give it to me.”
Jagger climbs up, and I smell a trace of the cigar smoke lingering on him. “Damn right, and I’d beat the shit out of anything that fucking made you feel you needed comforting in the first place.”
Giggling, I wrap my arms around his neck. “You fighting for me sounds hot as fuck.”
“It was hot when you did it for me.” His eyes crinkle when he smiles. “And who the fuck taught you to speak that way?”
I roll my eyes. “What way?”
“All the swearing. Such a dirty mouth.”
My laugh is genuine because I know for a fact that he’s full of shit. “I have no clue because you’re a saint.”
Jagger kisses my lips once then twice letting the second one linger. “The holiest.”
Chapter Forty-One
Karessa
Andres and Markosare still out of it and we haven’t seen Oran and Ainslee much with the increase in Founder’s duties but Jagger refused to miss my doctor’s appointment. Right now, I’m on the exam table while Dr. Delgado does his job and Jagger studies us like he’s deep thinking.
“Tell me, being a pussy doctor should make a man an outstanding lover, right?”
I’d be embarrassed if I hadn’t gotten used to the wildcard I call my husband. Leave it to him to turn a birth control appointment into a sex interview.
Dr. Delgado looks up from his chart to give my husband a blank look. “I guess in theory. There is more to gynecology than the vagina, Mr. Hanlon.”
Jagger nods and strokes his beard. “Yeah, I’m sure it is, but none of that is interesting to me unless it’s happening to my wife. For example, now that the implant is gone she’s going to have periods again?”
