Chapter 10
Blake
I slept soundly in the hospital but now, back at home, I’m wired. The kidnapper’s surprise as I shot him doesn’t feel real. That’s the trouble with being a shrink. I know the image will haunt me until I own the guilt and talk about it.
Jack’s way worse than me. He’s been up for at least two days and wound tighter than a cobra about to strike. I’d get out of bed to be with him but last time I did, he threatened to tie me to the bed posts and not in a good way.
He steps into the doorframe, rubs a palm over his chin’s dark stubble and sits on the side of the bed with a hand over my belly.
His voice is brittle, eyes sad. “Why are you still awake? The doctor said you should rest.”
“I’m fine, hun. I slept so long I’m not tired anymore. What’s your excuse?”
“I almost got you killed.” He stares at my wedding ring, then brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss.
“You couldn’t possibly have known th-”
An index finger shoots over my lips, shutting me off. “Hear me out. Thanksgiving, I drove Senator McAlister to DC. When we got there, he asked me to take him to an address. Turns out, it was the Chinese Embassy. I had a real bad feeling and even though he asked me not to, I listened in on his conversation.”
He stands and looks out the window. “Blackmail. I should’ve let it go. Shut my fucking mouth. There was this diplomat there and when he chuckled, I lost it.”
“Everyone’s got buttons, Jack. You’re not made of stone.” From what he’s shared about his upbringing, it’s amazing how he survived.
He shakes his head, brows creased, and mouth pursed. “Nope. People in my line of work can’t afford to be weak. Anyhow, that mother had a superior look and it just pissed the fuck out of me. So, I threatened him on the way out. I’m betting right after, he called someone to go after you and I am so, so sorry, babe. If I had known, I never would’ve started anything.”
Sitting upright, I kiss his frowny lip and hug him, my face buried his chest. It’s odd how I was the one kidnapped and yet he’s the one who needs comforting. I get it, though. The day he got shot, I felt the very same way.
“Luv, you were with me, the whole time.”
“What are you talking about? I was in the air, not here, like I should’ve been.” Muscled arms surround me and his chin rests on the crown of my head.
“From the second I knew I was in danger, your voice was in my head. You said things like,be patient, wait for the right moment, don’t let him get too close.” I look up and finally, a small grin replaces his grimace.
“Huh. I did all that?” He places a kiss on my forehead and I snuggle into his neck, inhaling his musky scent.
“You did. And when the first thug reached for his weapon, you said shoot.” Closing my eyes, I force the memory away. It’s not a healthy move but I can’t deal with these thoughts right now.
“Thank God, you listened.” Jack cups my chin and we lock gazes.
The coals of our love burst into flame, his tongue plunges into my mouth, and I suck. When he moans and kisses me, I melt into a puddle.
Our mouths grow so desperate I forget to breathe. When we part, I gasp for air. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. You are one bad-ass momma.” The centers of his eyes grow dark and his nostrils flair as his fingers slide up my neck and into my hair.
“Can we stop talking, now?” I have to make love, to feel him deep inside me. Liquid lust pools between my legs and I squirm.
“Yes, ma’am.” In one efficient move, he tugs the soft cotton of his t-shirt over his head.
My heart thumps wildly as I reach to the cut of his biceps, the tats on his chest, and the bumps of his abs. Every inch of him is so beautiful, I can’t wait. Kicking off my yoga pants, I pull my nightshirt over my head.
He lays us down and lifts his butt so I can tug down jeans and briefs. While down there, my mouth finds his cock. His fingers pull my locks and his length thickens as I lick the bead of liquid off the tip.
“Blake…shit… that feels so damn good.” Brown eyes, filled with heat, bore a hole deep into my soul.
He is my man, my bodyguard, my husband. I still can’t believe in this whole wide world, we each found our soulmate.
I adore his cock until he groans, pulls me to his mouth, and takes the lead in our lovemaking dance. I nip his ear, he nuzzles my neck, and I dig my nails into his back. Then, he kisses down my chest, puts a nipple in his mouth, and I give in.
