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I’m a doctor, I’ll know if I push my body too far, and whether Bradley is aware or not, we will be having sex.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Bradley asks as he brings the washcloth up and begins to wipe my body. I close my eyes, keeping my nose against his skin, trying to ignore the flashes of the dead body I was trapped with and the suffocating feeling I felt, trying to ignore the way Dr. Thomas fell.

“I keep seeing the person I was trapped with,” I whisper, then admit, “I looked into him,” Bradley tenses but I continue, “Malvin Norb, a twenty-five-year-old convicted rapist who was on the run, shot down by his victim’s husband.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, and I add, “he was also a grunt man for a gang called the Pillars.”

“That gang is gone, my club wiped them out, but I guess there were a few stragglers,” he sighs as he presses his mouth against my head. “I’ll let Doc know so he can look more into it. Treasure, you shouldn’t have looked into him because that gives you more trauma…”

“I know,” I whisper, “but I just, I had to find out, and I know Kavan put me in that slot on purpose, he wanted me to suffer because I let you claim me.”

“I should have made him pay longer,” Bradley grunts and my lips twitch as I slowly move forward. Then, ever so gently and not so water gets everywhere but so my head doesn’t explode, I turn around causing him to grip my hips with concern. Even though he’s probably trying to ignore it, his hard cock stands at attention between us, I gently grab it causing him to groan, “Treasure, fuck, you know we –”

His words cut off as I lower myself down on his hard cock, bottoming out, and he grips my hips hard, most likely leaving bruises that I’ll treasure. I gently cup his face as I push my wet body against his and our eyes lock, his looking tortured, and I whisper, “Dr. Thomas gave me a new prescription, we’re safe.”

I know that isn’t what he’s worried about, and by the tick in his jaw, he’s pissed I’m doing this, but I, dammit, I want him.

“You have a concussion,” he grits, and I choke. “And I need you, Bradley,” I place my forehead against his, “I need you, please,” and he squeezes his eyes tightly.

“Fine,” he grunts as he slowly lifts me, then brings me down, causing the water to spill over the sides, “but if you show any signs of discomfort or pain, we’re stopping, and we are not going fast!”

My lips twitch, and I confirm, “You going to make love to me, Mr. Hill?”

“Too damn right, Mrs. Hill,” he replies before gently pressing his lips against mine and I melt into him.

As our tongues touch, he guides me with his hands, keeping to a pace that won’t cause me any discomfort. Even though my head hurts, and I’m still experiencing flashbacks and dizzy spells, I melt into my husband even further, feeling so goddam happy that he came into my life, bringing the chaos along with him.

Chapter 26

Thunder

I gently rub my thumb on the inside of my wife’s thigh while I drive her car down the street and towards Marshall’s home, her childhood home that she’s only been back to once since she moved out.

After a night of slow lovemaking, I’m ready to get on the road. I’m fucking ready to head home and start a life with Scottie, Sammie, and probably our unborn baby that she has no idea may exist. It isn’t lost on me that she hasn’t gotten her period for two months.

Fuck she’s going to kill me…

When she mentioned Dr. Thomas had given her a new prescription of her contraception, fuck, it was hard not to wince. But when she slowly took me inside her, I nearly fucking combusted then and there and the whole contraception that Dr. Thomas gave her were vitamins disappeared.

Doc and Dr. Thomas said no sex. They said we had to wait at least until her headache had gone, but my wife is fucking stubborn, and I lost all thoughts when I felt her tight pussy around me.

She consumes me, completely fucking consumes me, and I can’t wait to go home and spend my life with her.

“How long have you been gone for?” Scottie asks, and I frown.

“I don’t know, it was seven months by the time I came to Dallas, so a year, I guess,” I say just as I pull into her parents’ drive.

“I’m glad you came to Dallas,” she says, and I look her way to find her head leaned back on the headrest, her eyes solely on me and a soft smile on her beautiful face, and I grin.

“Me too,” I agree, and her smile widens, and so much fucking love on her face that I feel it deep inside me.

Yep, I’m one lucky fucker.

“Come on, let’s go get Sammie and go home,” I murmur, and she nods slightly, though I don’t miss the wince that has me narrowing my eyes, and she leans forward and presses a kiss on my lips before climbing out, and I huff.

“Fucking Kavan,” I grunt as I climb out of the car just as Lorenzo descends the steps and announces, “I’m officially a divorcee,” with pride and I chuckle.

The fucker has had a thing for a woman at his office for a few years but obviously kept to his vows despite knowing his wife was fucking others and now he can go exclusive.