And when I said on the table, I meant literally.
Our daughter was taking a nap before we all got ready to head to the Fourth of July barbeque at Ruby and Lyric’s place. I was in the kitchen grabbing the clean bottles and formula to pack into the diaper bag when my husband walked in, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling my back to his front.
“I love you, Mrs. Brewer,” he said softly in my ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to pebble across every inch of my skin.
He couldn’t see me, but I smiled knowing I was about to make him a happy husband. I’d seen the doctor when he was at work the day before and had a surprise. Turning in the circle of his arms, I looked up into his electric blue eyes and slid my hand down between us, pressing my palm against his impressive erection.
“You’re already hard for me,” I whispered, seductively.
“You are not playing fair,” he said, his cock jumping against my hand.
“Oh it’s fair because you have the green light to slide right into home,” I told him.
Pax’s eyes went wide and desire burned in their depths at my announcement. “Are you teasing me right now, woman?”
“I most certainly am not,” I said. “Saw the doctor yesterday and got the all clear.”
My husband's hands flew to my hips, lifting my feet off the floor as he spun me around and plunked my ass down on the kitchen table. I was feeling good, my body had healed, so the way he sexily man-handled me, turned me on, and didn’t hurt a bit.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard in weeks, darlin’.”
I’ll have to clean the table later.
Right then and there, he laid me back across the wooden surface, his eyes full of hunger. He pushed my knees apart and slid his warm palms up my inner thighs before dipping his thumbs into the sides of my lace panties, causing all my lady bits to tingle with anticipation.
And then he wasted no time rounding all the bases in one swoop.
I’d say it was ahomerun.
* * *
Life was pretty damn wonderful.
Sure it was hard not to think about my parents' deaths and I missed them so fiercely. But I’d received something dear to me thanks to all the guys, especially Bronson, that I hadn’t thought I’d ever have.
My parents’ ashes.
Bronson really meant it when he said he was taking care of things. He stepped up to the plate to take down the corrupt cops in Chicago that were tied to the evil man and his business dealings. Then he and the guys, knowing I was safe, dug into what happened to my parents years before.
To say my father had thought of everything was an understatement. He’d changed their wills and instructions regarding it just days before their deaths. I assumed in case anything should happen to them.
But I had them back.
I might not have my parents with me the way I longed for, but I had their ashes that had been in safe keeping thanks to his directives, until I could claim them. Also, with that was all their belongings kept in storage that he’d paid for with any money and assets they had. To say I had a lot of money was an understatement, but I planned to put it to good use. Some would go to my daughter and any other kids Pax and I had, which I already longed for, and a chunk went to charity to help women in need, like I’d been.
I was still processing all of this and more. Sometimes memories of being taken and having those guys’ filthy hands on my body or remembering the hurt they inflicted, came creeping in.
Paxton and my friends were always there for me and willing to talk, but I found seeking outside help was a big key for me in moving forward. My husband was so supportive about it too.
Going to counseling has helped a ton. When I was on the run, it wasn’t an option. I couldn’t very well sit down and tell anyone what had happened to my parents or what I was going through, so it had been up to me to deal with alone. But after struggling with the deaths of loved ones, being taken, assaulted, and worrying over my baby girl having been sick, it felt amazing to talk about everything with a professional.
And my therapist, River, had been a godsend.
Every day was getting better and I was moving forward with the wonderful life I’d been blessed with. One I never thought I’d have after my past.
A couple weeks ago, Pax, Italia, and I had taken a day trip to the beach together. The last time we’d been there things hadn’t ended too well, but the three of us had a wonderful time. On top of that, Pax surprised me with tickets to Capri Island for a late honeymoon just like he promised. We were not heading that way for months, until Italia was older and I felt better about leaving her for a few days with Gemma and Bodie, but it was being planned.
So, yeah, I was beyond happy.
