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“Mine.”
“Yours,” I confirm. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
“Come, baby.”
And do I ever obey.Holy Moses.A volt of electricity soars up my spine. The garage fades to black as I scream his name, spotted rings pass through my heavy slit-open lids, and the little glimpses of the bright blue vehicle in front of me flash like a trip through space. I shake so violently that my legs come off the ground while Wells takes what he needs from me, holding nothing back. His grunts mesh with my screams and the chorus of slapping skin to compose a melody of euphoria.
“Fuck,” he hisses with one final thrust.
After a moment of stillness, his cock is gone, and his fingers peruse my entrance, pushing his cum back inside, as he often does. He removes the cuffs, lifting me off the car and into his arms, holding my wet, shaky, naked body to his, clad in drenched business attire.
“My perfect, precious girl,” he breathes. “Nothing else matters now. Understand? Nothing.”
And even though I can’t possibly comprehend the pain Wells or any of the guys went through, somehow, I understand. Nothing else matters now.
WELLS
She punches at my chin. Intercepting her fist, I lower her arm and spin her back to my front, securing my forearm over her throat, but not taking away her air. She throws an elbow to my ribs seconds before her head jerks into my jaw with astounding force. I tighten my grip, so she clutches my forearm with both hands, lifts herself enough to slam her heels into my toes with a grunt, hurls another elbow to my ribs, and wriggles loose.
It might not have been sufficient to evade an attacker, but she’s progressing, faster and stronger, so I allow her to untangle from me.
“Good,” I encourage. “Again.”
“Wells, we’ve been at this for hours. I’m exhausted.”
I’m sure she is, and when we’re done, I’ll gladly pamper her and attend to her every need, but I’m growing more anxious by the day, so we’re not stopping.
“This is important,” I insist. “You’re exhausted because you spent four hours in the basement with Liam.”
A simpering smile creases her eyes. She knows how much I hate the two of them down there, mastering cyber skills or not. “That’s not exhausting. I mean, admittedly, I sometimes drift off to some escape in my mind while he’s talking, but he’s so proud of himself that he rarely notices. So, actually,it’s a nice break.” She bends over to grab her water bottle, her round ass pointed temptingly at my face.
Goddamn, I’m grateful she’s mine.
How can one person be so fierce, adorable, and sexy?
I chuckle, meeting her sparkling sapphires when she rises with water in hand. “He is always conspicuously proud of himself.” I graze my knuckle over her cheekbone. “And I’m proud ofyou. Liam is impressed, which is tough to do. But we need to keep at this.”
“Tell me why.” She flips her water bottle end over end, catching it with a huff when I don’t respond. “Tell me what all this is for. It’s been months. In September, you told me you’d explain things soon. It’s November, for God’s sake.”
“I understand your frustration.”
“Empathy isn’t going to cut it this time,” she snaps, and I see her cogs turning, deliberating her approach.
Jesus, she’s fun to watch.
She wants to rage, but her features soften as she reaches for my hand—a calculated move—her thumb sweeping over my skin. “Look, Wells, I love this life with you. I do. With all of you. And I don’t even care that we’re holed up here, but I need answers. I deserve answers.”
I swing her into my chest, fisting her hair and nuzzling my mouth and nose against her neck. Even sweaty, she smells delectable.
“Yes, you do,” I concede.
I planned on sharing some background information with her tonight, although I didn’t intend on explaining how it relates to her. Which still has to be the plan. I’m not ready. Not that time seems to be offering me valuable ideas on how to eliminate the threat or keep our marriage from crumbling when she knows the truth.
Last week, in my meeting with the guys, I proposed we embark on a cross-country trip, killing every hit man we could find as a preventative measure. Gage was all for it, but Liam and Ty voted me down, claiming it was too extreme at this juncture. It seems Liam is keeping to his word of not letting me lose touch. He insistsI’m becoming unhinged—prepared to dismember and burn every goddamn motherfucker who has ever looked at my girl cross-eyed. He’s right.
But that doesn’t help me now with Ivy.
She pounds her tiny fists against my chest, the water bottle adding an extra thump. “Wells, God, you can’t distract me with sex all the time.”
