Caden stared as I downed more whiskey. "You can't know that. And if you don't bring your concerns to her and work it out, you're borrowing trouble."
Logic warred with emotion. Caden was right, but if I brought up the subject, who was to say Kinsley wouldn't get the idea to leave sooner?
"Burke, I'm serious. You need to tell her all the events of the past few months have left you worried. If for no other reason than to hash out security plans."
I nodded but didn't speak.
"You're just going to wallow in it, aren't you?" Caden shook his head. "I don't want to come back and say I told you so in a few weeks."
"I hear you, Caden."
"There's a difference between hearing and listening."
When Caden left the room, I stepped over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The garden beyond was in full bloom, and I spotted the lake in the distance. Why couldn't I drum up the courage to have an honest conversation with my wife? It left me feeling emotionally stunted. There was no rule book, no guide that said if you're a vicious mobster, this is what you do to protect your wife and child. Kinsley told me once that she’d chosen the life too, but did she fully understand the repercussions of the extreme danger I put her in simply by being her husband?
With nothing but alcohol fueling my system, I left the confines of my office to track Kinsley down. She wasn't in her study, so I looked in the home gym a few doors down. When I opened the door, there was music playing and Kinsley was stretching. Her legs were spread and she was bent at the waist, her fingers brushing the mat. She'd changed into yoga pants and a t-shirt that exposed more of her body every time she leaned further down.
"You're alone?"
Gasping, she straightened and watched my reflection in the wall of mirrors. "I didn't hear you come in."
Kinsley moved to the table set up in the corner, reaching out to turn off the music. I beat her to it, putting my hand over hers to stop her.
"Leave it on."
Her eyes were large on her face, bright with the bit of exertion she'd already put forth. Her hair was in a ponytail, and I discovered the shirt belonged to me. Jealousy washed over me, thinking her kickboxing instructor got to look at her like this all the time. Possession punched me in the gut, because she was mine to look at and no one else’s. It was my cock she swallowed, my cum sliding down her throat, my pussy between her legs.
She looked up at me. "What are you doing in here?"
"Looking for you."
Needing to reclaim her, I cupped her chin, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb. Pulling gently, I parted her lips enough to slip my thumb inside her mouth. Her pupils dilated, and her chest heaved with the effort to catch her breath.
Watching her tongue curl around my finger, I knew I’d lost the battle before we even started. I needed her like I needed my next breath, like I needed water to drink and food to eat.
Kinsley was mine.
"Where's Kai?" Maybe I’d just fuck her right in front of him so he knew without a doubt who she belonged to.
"He's not able to make it after all."
"Good."
Moving around behind her, I shoved her shoulders until she braced her hands on the table, then ripped her pants at the crotch, stretching the hole until I could run my palms over her ass. She gasped and moaned, and I fumbled with my zipper in my hurry to claim her. When my cock was free, I wrapped my fist around her hair, pulling until her head tilted back, and brutally slammed into her.
Fucking finally.
She grunted at the intrusion, letting out a gust of air and sucking in more. My need for her was savage, unexplainable, and nearly unquenchable. As I pumped my hips and felt my cock slide in and out of her wet cunt, I realized why people became addicted to sex.
Her arched back, her hair in my fists, and her pussy choking my cock was all I needed for the rest of my life.
"God, Burke!"
"You're so fucking close, aren't you, baby?"
"So close."
The way her inner muscles clenched around me and her breath came out on a long moan proved she was about to come. Letting go of her hair, I pulled her arms behind her back and locked them in place, clamping the fingers of my other hand around her throat as she shuddered.
