Hurt?
“Someone’s been hurt? Recently?”
He sighs. “Yeah. Craig one of the joiners had a fall. He’s lucky he only broke a leg considering he fell a whole damn floor.”
“Oh God. You think he was pushed?”
“If he was, he isn’t saying.”
“So who’s this guy Ramon’s meeting?”
“I don’t know. Eric set it all up. I’m not sure Ramon knows anything either.”
“Well I hope you get it sorted out soon.”
“Me too, babe.”
Lucien
Holding Sabrina close, knowing she really does have my back is a feeling like nothing I’ve felt before. For the first time in years I feel free. Free to be myself, without the need to hide.
Telling her about the fire wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be, but removing my tee shirt was.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be completely comfortable without the tee shirt to hide behind, but with Sabrina I’m managing. Since that night, I’ve been tempted to reach for the shirt on more than one occasion, but Sabrina wouldn’t hear of it. On those nights she’d hold me, wrapped around me so damn tight that I never wanted her to let me go.
She really is my life, and I can’t begin to describe the feeling of knowing she’s my wife. I was so unsure as to whether or not she’d agree to marry me with only Ramon present, but she jumped at the chance. Nothing has given me as much pleasure as hearing her repeat over and over again, Mrs. Lucien McKenzie. She only stopped when I sealed her lips with mine.
I smile remembering what followed as I bend and kiss the top of her head while we both watch Ramon make his way towards the house.
Sabrina nudges me in the side.
I grin.
“Sabrina, has something to ask you,” I tell my brother as soon as he appears through the kitchen door.
She’d wanted me to ask him because she was shy about it, but I’m not letting her off that easily plus I think my brother will love hearing it from Sabrina.
“You’ll suffer,” she mumbles to me.
“Well, this must be good.” Ramon grins at our banter.
Sabrina releases the hold she has on me and walks over to Ramon, taking his hands into hers.
“You’ve become a good friend to me Ramon, and you’re the only one I can think of to trust with our child if something should happen to Lucien and me…so I, we, were wondering if you’d do us the honor of becoming our baby’s godfather?”
Christ, watching my brother struggle with his emotion at Sabrina’s question has my own heart flapping around in the wind.
Ramon nods his head, and pulls her into his arms. “I’d love to,” he says loud enough for us both to hear him. Sabrina returns his hug, and lets it carry on longer than I’d normally allow. But what the hell, he looks as though he needs it.
Finally pulling away from the other, Sabrina reaches up and kisses him on the cheek. “We’re both here if you ever need us Ramon. I hope you know that. You don’t have to do anything alone.”
“You’re one in a million Sabrina.” He kisses her on the cheek before walking over to me.
“Take care of her, and yourself.” He holds his hand out, which I take before pulling him into me for a proper hug.
“Take care of yourself, and if you need anything you get in touch.” We break apart. “I mean it, Ramon. Anything. You only have to ask.”
He nods, and says, “I’ll see you both back in Lexington. Have a goodnight,” as he walks out of the room.
Sabrina is now back in my arms, the place that she was always meant to be.
I pick her up and place her on the island in the middle of the kitchen, stepping between her spread legs. My hands automatically go to her stomach to cradle our child.
Bending my head, I place a kiss right where our son kicks out. “I love you, buster,” I whisper to him.
Raising my head to my woman, I see the unshed tears in her eyes.
She threads her fingers through my hair.
“You’re amazing, Lucien. And our baby is lucky to have you as his father.”
Cradling her face in my hands, I tell her with my heart in my eyes, “You have given me everything I’ve ever wanted, and I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too. Always, Lucien.”
I catch her tears with my thumbs and gently kiss her. But gentle isn’t how Sabrina wants it. Her fingers grip my hair as she takes over the kiss. Her tongue slides against mine while her legs wrap around my waist. Her feet dig into my ass, pulling herself closer to my aching dick.
The talking, for now, is over, but the lovin’ is just beginning.
THE END
Turn the page for Chapter One of Cherished,
Ramon McKenzie’s story.
WARNING
Slight Male/Male confrontation.
Chapter One
Cherished #5
Ramon