A couple of cops make their way to Gideon’s side and handcuff him, and he cries out, “Do you know who I am? The Chief is a personal friend of mine; hell, even the president.”
He is dragged off, all the time protesting his innocence, and as the door slams behind him, I watch him leave with a sense of deep satisfaction.
“Aspen.”
Mom’s voice reaches me, pleading, apologetic, hopeful.
I don’t acknowledge her and slip my hand into Blade’s and turning to him, smile into his protective eyes.
“Can we go home now?”
He winks, his expression tender, loving, and proud, and as we turn to walk away from my old life, my new one beckons me with open arms.
It’s done, and I’m confident that man can never hurt another woman, and I’d bet my life on that.
CHAPTER 38
BLADE
Nine months later
Her sweat glides through the valley of her breasts, and I watch the trail moving slower, disappearing under her close-cropped top. Her soft grunts dispel the silence, and her breathing is erratic, tortured even.
My muscles are tense, locked in place, her ass suspended in mid-air. She moves within an inch of my mouth, our lips colliding, no communication other than physicality.
I taste the salt of the sweat on her tongue, biting her lower lip between my teeth, a soft groan my reward.
My cock is as hard as my muscles right now, rivaling their strength.
She moves away, disappointment clouding her eyes, a low hiss escaping as the air leaves her lungs.
It’s effortless; she is as light as a feather; despite the extra pounds she’s gaining.
I am literally holding my life in my hands, and it is fucking amazing to reach this place at all.
“I need to pee.”
Her anguished glare breaks a smile on my face, and I lower her gently to the floor, her breath evening out as she drags in the oxygen.
She winks as she rolls over to her side, and I waste no time in jumping to my feet, extending my hand toward hers. As she grips it, I pull her up, and she stumbles against me, her body flush with mine.
Her palms lay flat against my chest, desire heavy in her eyes.
“I really do need to pee, honey.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“I can’t move.”
My arm is snaked around her waist, holding her flush against me, her tits pressed hard against my muscles, her pheromones messing with my mind.
She huffs in frustration.
“Really, Blade, I’m not even kidding.”
With a low chuckle, I release her and love how she holds herself as she races to the bathroom, desperation trailing after her from my gaze alone.
I flex my muscles, crack my neck, and chug down some water, relishing the cool liquid dousing the flames that will inevitably flare up once she returns.
