“Say her name again, and I will snap your neck the same way I snapped your father’s. With this fucking bat.”
Every molecule in my body hummed at the sound of Dean’s voice.
I’d gotten into St. Louis a day ago, demanding to see Haley, but James put a stop to that. Even though I wanted to kick him in the balls for it, I knew that if the roles were reversed, Dean wouldn’t let her see me.
Not until he saw me.
Dean stayed in Charleston for an extra day to ensure that every single victim got food, water, and shelter.
I turned to find my baseball player leaning against the doorframe, his massive body taking up nearly the whole doorway. His dirty blonde hair was down, framing his bearded jaw in the best way. His hazel eyes were focused on Matthews,and his tattooed arms were folded over his chest, testing the limits of his black t-shirt.
My eyes traveled up the length of him, appreciating every single detail, as my heart began to skip a beat. When I got to his eyes, I sucked in a breath to find them on me. He tilted his head before he backed out into the hall, signaling me to follow him.
I threw the knife, the blade landing in the wall beside Kevin’s head. His green eyes went wide.
“You and I are not friends, Kevin,” I said as I walked out of the room.
Once my feet were over the threshold, the door was pulled shut and I was pushed against it. Dean’s lips were on mine in an instant, his rough hands cupping either side of my face, setting my skin on fire as his thumbs stroked my cheeks. We danced our timeless dance, his tongue demanding access that was granted with a small whimper.
His tongue met mine, and a low growl resonated from his throat as he pressed his hips against me. Those rough hands snaked into my hair, fisting it, yanking my head back so that he could devour me to the point of senselessness. My hands wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling in his thick locks.
Oh, how I missed this.
I took his bottom lip in my mouth, and his right hand snapped down to my ass, taking a handful.
A moan slipped free from my mouth, my nipples hardening in my bra.
“Give me one good reason, baby girl,” he warned, pressing his jean clad erection against me. We hadn’thadeach other in over two weeks. Life had been too much of a shit show to focus on our physical needs, despite how strong they were. "Give a reason why I shouldn't bury myself inside you right now."
My body was aching for him, more so than usual.
I smiled at him, feeling a small ounce of happiness for the first time in days. “You don’t like it when other men get to hear my screams.”
“They need to know who the fuck you belong to,” he chuckled, pulling my head back further so he could expose the column of my neck. His kisses left a trail of fire along my skin, his arms wrapping around my body. “I missed you,” he rasped, his free arm banding around my waist, holding me so tightly, my heart was on overdrive.
My soul smiled.
“I missed you too.” My face nestled into him, inhaling his scent. It washed over me like summer rain, reminding me of simpler times.
He pulled away, his hands dropping low on my waist. “How is he?” he whispered, his voice gentle, and I knew he was talking about Aiden.
“He misses his daddy.” When I saw him last night, right after he hugged me, he asked where his daddy was.
Was I jealous that he wasn’t so much of a “Momma’s boy,” anymore? Hell yes.
The love of my life’s face grew serious. “When this shit is over, I'm taking him to Disney World and buying him whatever he wants.”
I raised a brow. “Planning on turning him into a spoiled brat, Dean?”
“Spoiled, yes. Brat, no,” he smiled, his teeth shining bright in this dull house.
The way he loved our kid.
I kissed him once more.
“Have you talked to James?”
He winced. “Yeah, when I landed. He was on his way to see Haley.”
