Skull gives out a chuckle before pulling on his cut. “I’ll give you what you need later, mi cielo, I promise. I have to go now. My men are waiting on me.”
I stand up, letting the cover fall. I walk over to him and reach up, loosely wrapping my hands at the back of his neck and stretching against his body. His big hands rest on my ass and his head tilts down to look at me. There’s a big smile on his lips.
“I’ll let you go, but it should be noted that a husband should always shower with his wife in the mornings.”
“I must have missed that rule,” he says, bending down to kiss my eyelids, squeezing me tighter against him.
“It’s in the new husband rulebook, page ten.”
“Damn, I didn’t know there was a rulebook. I’ve always been the kind of man who goes against the rules, forging my own path,” he whispers, his voice dropping down as he kisses along the side of my neck. “I like to feel my way, you know? Explore, experiment, and conquer… That’s always been my motto.”
While he speaks, he nibbles on the skin of my neck, and his hands move inwards on my ass so that his fingers are skimming the valley between the cheeks. My pussy trembles and I have to wonder if he’s going to make me come again, even without really touching me. He’s that potent.
“Maybe we could throw away the rulebook,” I moan, tilting my head as his lips capture my earlobe and sucks it into his mouth. He bites down on it and the sting of pain causes my pussy to spasm. Was it just a few minutes ago I was completely worn out?
“Good plan, mi cielo,” he says, but his hand comes to my neck and he pulls away just a fraction to look into my eyes. “I have to go, esposa.”
“I know. I’m just going to miss you.”
“I feel the same. Te amo, sweet Beth.”
“Te amo,” I whisper before his mouth comes to mine. This kiss isn’t like one we’ve shared, at least in a long time. This one is sweet, gentle, and almost delicate. It makes me feel cherished.
When he pulls away, it physically hurts, and I do my best to beat down the panic that swamps me. It’s not logical, but I honestly don’t want to be away from him. I’m scared I’m going to lose him. I might be listening to Latch’s advice, but that doesn’t stop the fear. I think Skull sees it, or maybe he can sense it. I’m not sure. He looks like he’s about to say something when there’s a heavy banging on the door.
“Boss? You alive in there? We’re late.”
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I got to go, querida.”
“Go. I’ll be here waiting, but please be safe.”
“Always. I have too much to lose now,” he says, kissing my forehead, then he pulls out of my arms. He reaches behind him and gets the t-shirt he had on yesterday and pulls it over my head. He fishes my locket out and lets it fall on top of the shirt between my breasts. I raise my eyebrow at him. “When I open that fucking door, Torch will do his best to look in here and the fucker is not seeing any of what is mine.”
“Yes sir, Captain Caveman.” I smile, wrapping my arms around my waist and mentally trying to ignore the desperation inside of me that makes me want to beg him to stay and not leave me.
“Damn straight, woman,” he agrees, turning away from me. A thought comes to me, and I can’t let him go without trying to warn him.
“Is Pistol going with you?” I ask, and when I see the questions flare in his eyes, I bite my lip.
It’s wrong, but I can’t tell him about my father. Not right now. If he knows, will that be the thing that makes him push me away forever? Or will he attack Roger… Redmond… and get himself killed?
“Si. Why do you ask, querida?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t trust him. Will you be extra careful around him?” That’s the best I can do to warn him without giving him the full truth. I feel like all I do is lie anymore.
He studies me for a moment. Finally, he says, “Always. We’ll talk this evening, mi cielo.”
Did I give too much away? He turns and opens the door to leave. I stand there watching because I can’t make myself look away.
“Fucking hell, boss. I thought you got lost.”
“Screw you. I was giving my wife a proper goodbye.”
“Your wife?” Torch says.
“Si. My wife. Let’s make sure you don’t forget that, fucker,” Skull grumbles before their voices completely disappear down the hall. My hand goes to the locket. I hold onto it. I just keep holding it.
That’s exactly what I’m doing when my cellphone that Skull gave me rings. Thinking he’s calling to tell me he misses me, I run to answer it like the crazy school girl I am and sometimes forget.
“Elizabeth, you are not here,” my father’s voice tells me at my giggled hello. And just like that, I’m no longer happy. I’m not even warm. I feel cold all the way through.
“How did you get this number?”
“That’s a stupid question,” he says, and it is. He could probably get it a million different ways, but I’m sure it was from Pistol.