EPILOGUE
BRECKEN
“It’s done,” the voice in my ear delivered the news I’d waited almost a month to hear. The man who’d ordered Hadley’s kidnapping was dead, along with all of his men who’d been involved in taking her and holding her captive.
“Did you get out clean?”
“Do you even have to ask?” he growled.
“Sorry,” I sighed, knowing damn well he wouldn’t leave a trace behind. He was the best of the best, trained by the Army, and he owed me a favor. One that was now paid in full and then some. “I’m in your debt.”
“And don’t think I’ll forget it.” He hung up right as Hadley raced into my home office and leapt into my lap, twining her arms around my neck.
“Guess what?” she asked, bouncing up and down with excitement. “I took my last test online and am officially done with college!”
“I’m damn proud of you, precious.” The General had pulled some strings and had the FBI approach the president of her school about her kidnapping. They didn’t provide any detailsand informed him that the matter was being kept under wraps for her safety. The school was appalled to learn she’d been taken from her dorm and was more than happy to keep it quiet. They were willing to agree to almost anything to make that happen, including making special arrangements so she could catch up on her missed work and finish off all her classes online. She’d missed graduation, but she’d earned her degree all the same.
“There was another test I took this morning, too.” Her tone softened, and I watched in amazement as she wiggled in my lap and pulled a little white stick out of her pocket. She flipped it over and showed me the results window where two pink lines were visible.
“Two lines means pregnant, right?”
She nodded, beaming at me. “It does.”
I buried my face in her shoulder. “I fucking love you,” I mumbled against her skin.
“You better,” she giggled. “Because it’s too late to get rid of me now that you’ve put your baby in my belly.”
“I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again—you’ve been mine since the moment I saw your photo. There will be no getting rid of anyone in this marriage.”
“How about you show me instead?”
I dropped one hand down to cup her pussy. “That would be my pleasure.”
“And mine,” she moaned as I slid my hand down the front of her yoga pants and slid a finger inside her pussy.
“Definitely yours too,” I promised.
I did a thorough job of seeing to her pleasure, taking my time until she was begging me to let her come. “Please, please, please,” she chanted.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, making her mewl in protest until I shoved her pants down and unzipped my ownto pull my cock out. I nudged her pussy with the tip and she whimpered with need.
“Now,” she pleaded. I thrust up into her, fucking her until I had wrung several orgasms from her and let myself come. Her head dropped on my shoulder, and her body melted into mine. Enjoying the feel of her in my arms, I couldn’t help but think that today couldn’t get any better. The men who had been a danger to her were dead. She was pregnant with my baby. And I’d fucked her to sleep on my lap with me still inside her. After all the darkness, a bright future lay ahead of me—and I owed it all to the sleeping beauty in my arms.
