“He had to get close to you,” I say even though I hate the fact that he touched her. Not pissed that he was rough with her, but that he put his hands on her in any way. Or the fact that Matt honestly thought he and Tyson were going to rape my wife. “We knew he’d have you restrained somehow. It was either rope, zip ties, or handcuffs.”
She frowns, her brows pulling together. “That’s why the key was in my pocket?” I nod. “Tyson put it there while I was lying on the coffee table.”
The moment that Tyson saw she was cuffed, he had to get close to her. “I’m sorry, Blake.”
“I’m fine.” She grabs my hand. Giving me a soft smile, she adds, “Matt never touched me.”
She’s lying. The mark on her face proves that he did get his hands on her before I could get there. “You saved me. Again.”
Cupping her soft cheek, I run my thumb over her warm skin. I don’t know what I’d do if I never got to see her again. “I love you, Blake.”
“I love you too.” She leans forward, gently pressing her lips to mine.
When she pulls away, I look around the room, but it’s still just the two of us. “Where is Matt? Please tell me he didn’t get away again.”
“No. Tyson has him in the basement at Blackout. He told me to tell you that when you’re ready, he’ll hand deliver him to the cathedral.”
I start to push myself up. “We can do it tonight.”
She places her hands on my chest and pushes me back down. “No.”
“Blake …”
“I need you back to yourself. And Ryat, that’s not going to happen until you heal.”
“Blake,” I growl. Not her too.
“We need you.”
“We don’t have time …” I pause. “We?”
A smile covers her face, and she nods. “We, Ryat.” Reaching over, she picks up a black and white picture and holds it out to show me. “We’re having twins. And we’re going to need you …”
“Twins?” I ask to make sure I heard her right.
She nods, a gorgeous smile on her perfect face. I’ve never seen her eyes so bright. “Two babies.”
I reach over, grabbing her face, and pull her into me. This time, I kiss her deeply, passionately. I ended up going after her, but she was the one who brought me back. This woman is incredible. And I’m the luckiest man to call her mine.
BLAKELY
RYAT HAS BEENin the hospital for three weeks. He ended up needing surgery again due to internal bleeding. He overdid it and required a lot of rest. I’ve made sure that he’s gotten it. I’m actually surprised he’s been so compliant. He must have really needed it, considering how stubborn he is. But I can match it. As a Lady, I understand what my Lord must do. I also understand that even he has limits. And before too long, there’ll be two more people for us to care for. I needed him to recover a hundred percent.
I’ve spent every moment here in this room with him. But I know once he gets discharged today, it’ll be out of my control. He’s been antsy. He wants revenge, and I do too.
I spit out my toothpaste and wipe my mouth off, exiting his private bathroom and walking into his room.
He stands by his hospital bed, pulling his jeans up over his legs still shirtless.
I lean up against the doorway and watch him. He’s lost some weight, even with all the food that Gunner and Prickett have been bringing us from the outside. Although he didn’t need to. Ryat Alexander Archer is ripped. From his chiseled abs to his broad chest and muscular arms—the man is delicious. And I’ve been craving him.
He looks up and smirks, catching me staring. Then he reaches into the bag that sits on his bed, pulling out a dress. “Wear this,” he orders.
I laugh like he’s joking. Then look out the window to see the snow covering the ground and building. “Ryat, it snowed yesterday. I’ll freeze to death.”
He walks over to me. “I’ll keep you warm.”
“I’m serious.”
“Me too.” He arches a brow, daring me to argue.
I snort. “How did that get in there anyway?” I’m surprised he hasn’t burned it.
“I told Sarah to pack you something sexy.”
“It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?”
“Maybe I want to see what’s mine,” he counters.
I sigh, knowing that Ryat is a hundred percent back to himself and that my track record sucks when it comes to winning these battles with him.
Rolling my eyes, I reach down and remove my sweater, letting it fall to the floor and then undo my jeans and shove them down my legs, kicking them away.
“Lift your arms,” he commands, and I raise them above my head, allowing him to slide it on over my body. The cool material is soft against my warm skin. “Perfect,” he praises, running the tips of his fingers over my breasts that the V cut design shows off, and I blush.
He places his hand between my thighs and runs it up to cup my pussy. I moan, wanting to feel him there. To feel him all over me. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or what, but I’m always horny. More than usual. Maybe it’s just the fact that I couldn’t have him while he was recovering.
“Come here.” He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the bed. Reaching out, he shoves the bag off it and onto the other side of the floor. “Bend over and spread your legs!” he growls in my ear.
I don’t argue. Instead, I’m thanking God. Bending at the waist, he yanks up my dress and slaps my ass.
I bury my face into the bed so someone walking by his room won’t hear us in here. He slides his fingers into my thong and runs his knuckles up and down over my soaking wet pussy. I push my hips back.
“Someone is eager,” he muses.
“Please,” I beg, knowing that no matter how much he’s trying to go slow, he wants to fuck just as bad.
He doesn’t respond, but the sound of his zipper being lowered is all I need to know. Seconds later, the head of his cock pushes its way inside me, and I moan at the feel of him spreading me to accommodate his size. My eyes almost roll back into my head at the sensation. It’s been too long.
He pushes all the way in, and my breath catches. Then he leans over my back and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing but not enough to take my air away. “Fuck, Blake,” he growls before his lips are on my neck, sucking on my skin while his hips pick up their pace, fucking me up against the side of the bed.
I place a hand over my mouth to quiet my unintelligible noises that he forces from me. His teeth sink into my skin, and then he stiffens, coming inside me.
He pulls out, and I sag against the bed. “That’s no fair,” I whine.
Laughing, he slaps my thigh, making it sting. “You’re not done.” He kneels behind me.
“What are you …?”
“Stay like that!” He slaps my pussy, and I yelp, before burying my face into the bed again.
His fingers spread me wide open, and I suck in a deep breath when I feel something cold and rubber being pushed into me. “Ryat—what …?”
“Just a little fun.” He stands and grabs my hand, helping me to stand as well.
CHAPTER SIXTY
RYAT
“ARE YOU HUNGRY?” she asks, looking out the passenger window of my car that I had Gunner drop off at the hospital for me this morning.
“For you,” I answer, my eyes running over her smooth and defined legs. My cock is hard knowing that my cum is running out her cunt right now.
She rolls her eyes. “For actual food. I need to stop at the store on the way home. What would you like for dinner?”
“I could live off your pussy, Blake.” I reach out and slide my hand between her thighs.
“Ryat,” she protests, swatting my hand away. “You’re driving.” Looking around once again, she asks, “Where are we going?” Her head whips around to see I just passed our exit.
“I have to see someone before we go home,” I answer vaguely. Knowing she’s about to argue with me, I pick up my cell in my lap and turn on the app.
“Ryat!” she squeals seconds later when the vibrator inside her pussy comes on.
“We’ve got a thirty-minute drive, Blake,” I inform her, smirking over at her discomfort. “How many times can you come in that amount of time?”
“You can’t be serious.” She whimpers, throwing her head against the headrest while I speed down the highway.
“Of course, I am.” I drop the phone to my lap, leaving it on.
“Fuck,” she whines, her hands fisting the hem of her pretty sundress. I’m ripping that off her and burning it the moment I get my wife home. She was right. It’s way too revealing, but it serves a purpose.
Unable to help myself, I reach over again, sliding my hand into the top of her dress and squeezing her breasts.
“Ryat, please. I can’t …”
“You can and you will,” I say, giving her hard nipple a pinch before removing it. “I want your underwear soaked with my cum and yours. Fucking drenched, Blake.”
Her hands grip her thighs while she rocks her hips back and forth. I didn’t let her cum when I fucked her in my hospital room. I made her wait on purpose, knowing that she’s been dying for a release.
She throws her head back, arching her back, and a sound of pure torture and relief fills the car before she sags against the seat. “That’s one.” I count, and she immediately starts adjusting herself once again.
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