“Just one more,” I say, my body humming at his words. I have to ask the one question left so it’s out of the way. Because it’s worrying me like crazy. “Are you going to be in any trouble for this?”
“I don’t think so. I could be thrown in prison, but I think the government is probably going to spin it like they did some big, grand thing getting your brother back. When in reality, they did nothing but throw up roadblocks. If they try to arrest me, they’ll look like complete assholes. That’s what my attorney says, anyway. Once the media gets wind of this, we’ll know for sure. Probably morning.”
“What if they do?” I bite my bottom lip instinctively. His thumb catches it, pulling it away from my teeth.
“Then they do. And I bail out and fight it and I’ll win. I always win, rudo.”
“You won me,” I whisper.
“I better have. Is that all of your questions?” He swivels his hips, his rock hard cock brushing against my leg.
“Nope. One more,” I say breathlessly.
“Make it quick,” he groans.
“What’s rudo mean? The truth, Fent.”
“Love. It means love.” He kisses me reverently, his lips searing mine. “I’ve always known you were my rudo, or going to be, anyway.”
My cheeks ache from the wide smile on my face, but it disappears as he rubs his cock against my leg again.
“Anymore questions?” he asks, his eyes darkening.
I gulp. “That’s all.”
He lifts me in one fluid motion and sets off towards his bedroom. I pull his head to mine and run my tongue over his bottom lip. He growls in response, squeezing the back of my thighs as we enter the room. We’re to the bed in a couple of seconds and I’m on my back, his body on top of mine, his breath hot against my mouth.
“This is where you belong,” he whispers.
“Well, mostly. If your cock was inside me, it would be perfect.”
Through the moonlight streaming in from the pulled back curtains, I can see him shaking his head. “Never a dull moment with you.”
“I don’t like dull. I like . . . hard.” I palm his cock through his pants. “That kind of hard.”
His mouth meets mine, our tongues winding together, and I relax completely in his arms.
The blinds didn’t get pulled last night. Or earlier this morning, I suppose. So when the sun breaks through the windows, it awakens me.
Fenton’s arm is curled around my hip, his body pressed against my back. It’s the most heavenly way to wake up, wound around him and enveloped in him in every way. I lie there awhile, soaking in the feeling of waking up for the first time in months and not having a tick of anxiety sitting in my gut.
I gently, so as not to wake up Sleeping Beauty, slip off the side of the bed. I’m naked, too exhausted after making love not more than a few hours ago to get up and find something to wear. I pad across the room and into the closet and find a heavy black robe of Fenton’s to put on. I close the curtains so he can rest before heading into the kitchen.
After making a cup of coffee, I grab my phone and head onto the deck. The sea breeze dances over me, the salty air the perfect accompaniment to a perfect morning. I kick back and take it all in before calling my parents’ house.
“Hi, Brynne!” my mom answers. I can hear her smile through the line. “Where did you go? Brady said you and Presley took off to meet a friend, but that had to be late, sweetheart.”
“It was pretty late,” I laugh. “But I’m fine. How are you guys? How’s my big brother?”
“We’re great. He’s getting a quick check-up this morning and then has a few appointments with the FBI. They want to debrief him some more, but he didn’t want them coming here. The media has been outside for a few hours now. It’s crazy.”
“Don’t let them onto the lawn, Mom.”
She laughs. “I know. Your father has already taken care of it. They’re on the sidewalk, which we have no control of. But we’re going to make a family statement later and then ask for privacy.”
“Sounds good.”
“Are you coming by today?”
“I’d like to. I don’t want to overwhelm Brady though, you know?”
“I’ll see how he’s doing when he and your father get home. He was great this morning though. A little scuffed and a little jumpy, but he seems so good, Brynne. It’s so, so nice to have him here. To see him in his room, even if he was on the floor,” she laughs. “To make him breakfast and see his stuff all over the place. He wants to go to his apartment tonight,” she sighs.
I can hear the sniffle in her voice, the gratitude she feels having her family together again. My heart swells, knowing I have the man I love to thank for that. I can never repay him.
“Call me when they get back. I’m going to call work now and try to get off. I’m supposed to work today.”