“Guess my dick wants to cook that pussy too, huh? But we have to wait until you love me. So I’m going to step away from this juicy ass before my dick finds its way home.”
I stepped back so we could both breathe again.
Serenity quickly got to work on her task, and I did the same. The rest of our time cooking was all laughter and easy conversation. Serenity kept asking me questions, and I asked her just as many. In just two days, I felt like I knew her better than I had in a whole year of marriage. Every time she opened up, I fell for her a little more. This woman was addictive.
When lunch was ready, we ate together, then settled into thelounge for a movie. But only a few minutes in, I got an urgent call from Krash. I kissed my wife’s forehead and stepped outside to take the call.
“What’s up?”
“Konflict, something’s off with Marquette. I’m not sure yet, but things aren’t adding up.”
“You found something?”
“Just a lead I need to confirm. It’s delicate, so I want to be sure before I say more. But know I’ve got big doubts.”
“You think he lied to us? About Serenity’s poisoning?”
“No, not on that. He really did his investigations, and I double-checked his findings. Nothing suggests Serenity was poisoned at that party. That actually makes me even more suspicious. I think he’s got some kind of connection with the Sawyer’s. I just need to figure out what.”
“Move fast. I need every threat to my wife gone. If someone tries to hurt her, I won’t be merciful. Especially since she’s carrying my child. I don’t play when it comes to my family.”
“I know. You holding up with her? Things better now?”
“She hasn’t shot me yet, so I guess I’m doing pretty good. Her next OB appointment is coming up. I just hope everything goes well because I can’t wait to meet my baby.”
“Good. Man, just don’t fuck it up and everything will be alright.”
“Yup. Look, I trust you, Krash. If your gut says something’s off with Marquette, dig. But be quick.”
“Got it, I’ll keep you posted,” he said before hanging up.
When I went back inside, Serenity was asleep in front of the TV. I just stood there for a moment, looking at her. She looked so damn cute when she slept, her face relaxed, lips slightly pursed, nose twitching now and then. She was beautiful.
I bent down and lifted her into my arms. No way was she sleeping on this couch, hurting her back. She stirred as I carriedher to the bedroom.
“Shh, go back to sleep, baby.”
She instantly closed her eyes again. I laid her on the bed, but she grabbed onto me as I tried to settle her.
“Don’t go,” she mumbled sleepily.
“Okay, Mama,” I said, lying down beside her.
Serenity sprawled out on top of me, her head on my chest, straddling me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. Within minutes, her breathing slowed and evened out once she was asleep. Having my woman sleep on me was the most peaceful feeling in the world. Holding her, feeling her heartbeat, breathing in her scent, letting her warmth soak into me. Sex didn’t even cross my mind, though my dick never missed a beat around her. What we had in that moment was deeper. It felt like our souls were lining up, like she trusted me enough to let go completely and fall asleep in my arms. I felt as if I really was her rock, her protector. Hell, I wanted to be all of that, for her and our kids. I could never apologize enough for what I’d put her through, but I was ready now—for her,for us. I’d do whatever it took to make her feel safe in my arms.
After a while, I grabbed my phone and texted the person I’d hired to set up my dream date, making sure everything would be ready on the yacht tonight. Finally, I let myself relax. My gaze lingered on Serenity’s face as I lay there, counting her eyelashes—probably why I ended up drifting off too. I only woke when I felt her move.
She lifted her head, still sleepy, and met my eyes.
“Hey, sleeping beauty.”
“Hey...”
“Did you sleep well?”
She nodded.
“Good. If you’re rested, can I take you on a date?”
