“Yes.” The messenger looked as though he was scared to death of me, though I had no idea why. He dropped the army-green duffel in front of me and hurried away without saying another word.
I picked it up and carried it inside, unzipping it to find a card on top of a huge stack of cash. I picked up the card to see that it was addressed to Bailey. “Babe, you have a delivery.”
Bailey strolled into the front room with Beatrice following. Thomas had gone back to Carson City to deal with the fallout from the kidnapping and sensationalism of his private life, and nobody envied him.
Beatrice had stopped by with fancy pastries on her way back to Philadelphia for an emergency board meeting of the Dawson Foundation. Once the press figured out that Bailey was the identical twin brother of the governor, the board members started freaking out that the Foundation would suffer from the bad publicity, so as the chairperson of the board, it was Beatrice’s responsibility to calm them.
Bailey kissed me before he took the card from me and opened it.
Beatrice,
It didn’t have to be like this. All you had to do was order Thomas to treat me as his wife. You were the one who talked me into marrying him, after all.
We both lost out—I won’t be the First Lady of Nevada and the mother of the next generation of the Dawson legacy, and you won’t get an heir to your family’s fortune. I can live with the things I did, but can you? Thomas trusted you, and you worked behind his back to force him into a life he ultimately didn’t want. I hope your actions keep you from ever having a peaceful night’s sleep. I know I won’t because of my part in this and my ruined friendship with a wonderful man, just so you could control him for the rest of his life.
I’ve taken three-quarters of the money to fund my new life far from all of you. May you all burn in hell.
Lindsey
“Mother, what did you do?” Bailey’s grim expression told me all I needed to know. There was no doubt his mother wasn’t as innocent in this situation as she tried to play off.
Beatrice sighed. “Bailey, son, Thomas’s career in politics is over. His boyfriend only got a flesh wound, but I ended up with a broken heart.” With that incredibly narcissistic comment, she gathered her things and left.
I turned to my man and waited, knowing he wasn’t thrilled with her self-serving comment. The scowl on Bailey’s face confirmed it for me. “I should have known she was as bad as the General to be able to put up with him. It was no secret shewanted an heir to carry on her family legacy. I just never thought she’d stoop to something like this.”
I took his hand, and the two of us went back to my bedroom—it was only seven in the morning. I removed his clothes and then my own, and we crawled back into bed.
I rested Bailey’s head on my shoulder and wrapped an arm around him. “Let’s let things settle more before we make any decisions about anything of importance. Everything is still too raw. We’re both young and healthy, so we have time on our side to take on the big decisions.”
Bailey sat up and turned to me, drawing a finger down the middle of my chest. “You’re right. For now, let’s just be, okay?”
He reached for the drawer to my nightstand, opening it and pulling out the lube.
“Up on hands and knees so I can get you ready.”
I didn’t hesitate. When his tongue circled my entrance, my breath gushed out of me. It was an incredible feeling. When his fingers joined the party, it was hard for me to keep from shooting off on the sheets.
“I’m ready, honey. Please.” I damn well wasn’t above begging.
“On your back, baby. I wanna kiss you and whisper sickeningly sappy things to you while we make love. This is what I’ve been looking for my whole damn life.”
The tenderness when he entered me brought tears to my eyes, but he kissed them away as they ran down my temples. It was nice to feel something good instead of all the hate we’d felt when Harvey Rupert was holding Thomas at gunpoint.
“God, you feel good, Jagger. I want this for the rest of my life.”
“Moods and all?” I asked as he sped up his strokes, the light fur on his stomach caressing my hard cock between us.
Bailey chuckled as I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved counter to him. “I’ll take any mood you’ve got as long as you and I face the storms together.”
Baile raised up, planted his hands on each side of my shoulders, and began pounding into me exactly the way I wanted him to. I’d gladly walk funny the next morning because every step I took would remind me I had a man who loved me.
After what we’d been through, I had every faith that nothing would ever tear us apart. It settled me in a way I’d never been settled before, and a sense of peace lulled me into the most electrifying orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“Oh god!” Bailey filled me while releasing a litany of swear words before collapsing on top of me to catch his breath.
“Damn—you worked hard for that one,” I joked.
Bailey lifted his head and grinned. “I like this mood, Jagger.”
