by Mia Ford
Blaine helped me gingerly up from the chair and kissed my forehead, pretty much the only part of my face not black and blue. He held my hand as we walked through the FBI headquarters, smiling at the celebrations going on around us. I guessed that they had been trying to take these guys down for a long time. Who knew little ole me would help solve a ginormous case for the FBI? Well, I didn’t do it alone. That was for sure. I looked up at Blaine and smiled as we walked hand in hand out to the car. He opened the door to the SUV and got inside, reminding me that I had demolished his car.
“Sorry about your car,” I said with a cheesy smile.
He laughed. “That’s why I have insurance, love. Gonna get a brand-spankin' new one real soon.”
I sighed with relief as we pulled up to his house, breathing in the salty sea air as I stepped out of the SUV and back on familiar ground. The security was still here, and Blaine planned on keeping them around until everything had settled down, just in case. We walked inside and put down our things, and Blaine gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me back toward the bathroom. Once inside, he helped me get my clothes off, hardening his face every time I winced.
My wrists and ankles were all cut up from the ropes, and my face felt like a punching bag. He turned on the hot water and helped me in, taking his clothes off and climbing in after me. Very carefully, he filled the soft loofah with body wash and washed Paulie off my body, minding all the cuts and bruises. Then, as if he were reading my mind, he turned me around and washed and conditioned my hair, laughing as he struggled to get it all out. I reached up and kissed his cheek, lifting my arms painfully over my head and rinsing it well.
I was still amazed at this man standing in front of me, who happened to be the only person I had left in the world. When he was done showering, he helped me out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. He dried my body and wrung my hair out before combing through the tangles gently. I smiled at him with every stroke, knowing I had never been treated this well by anyone in my life. It was almost astonishing what he was doing for me. I looked up in his big blue eyes as he pulled my hair back in a low ponytail to keep it out of my eyes. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no woman could sleep with her wet hair pulled back at that angle, and instead, I figured I would fix it when he wasn’t looking. He then sat me down on the stool in the bathroom and pulled out the tube of ointment the medics had given us. He got down on his knees and gently applied it, carefully running his fingers over the cuts. He smiled at me as he did the same with my wrists.
I watched Blaine as he washed the ointment from his hands and dried them off. He walked over and grabbed me under the arms, helping to lift me up. My legs were still sore from being tied up, and my knees were weak, buckling at every turn. He walked me into the bedroom and helped me climb up under the covers, pulling them up to my chin and walking around the other side. I watched as he pulled his shirt off and showed his muscles, his body shimmering in the light. He was so sexy, but neither of us were in any shape to do anything about that. He pulled his arms around my body and tugged me in close, laying his head on my shoulder and watching my fingers move in and out of his. We sat there, silently watching each other for several minutes, just enjoying the silence and the ability to be close to one another. I couldn’t even begin to thank him for what he had done for me, and I decided not to try. The words were just not fitting together.
“Why did you come back for me?” I asked.
“Why?” He lifted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “I had no choice. I love you. I couldn’t for one second be okay with letting you go. I will never let you go.”
I smiled and laid my head down on the pillow, feeling his hands trickle over my back. He had risked his life for me, and not just once. This time, though, it was a life or death situation, and I was so glad he brought the FBI with him because if he had come in alone, we would have never made it out alive. I still hadn’t faced all the things that had happened. I still hadn’t mourned my father’s death or even made arrangements for him, but knowing that Blaine loved me so much really helped seal those wounds.
“Why did you leave?” he asked.
“I didn’t have a choice,” I said. “I love you. I wanted to protect you. I never wanted to think that I was responsible for you getting hurt or killed. I couldn’t have lived with myself if something like that happened. I was going to turn myself in and take the plea, because at least then, the mob would have left you and me alone.”
He rubbed my shoulders. “Do you really believe that? The mob would have always kept you on a string. When you got out of prison, they would have had a new demand. It would have been a never-ending process.”
“I just didn’t know what else to do,” I said, sighing. “My father was dead, and the only other person they had to come after was you. I could never live with being the cause of any pain in your life. I could never imagine my life without you. It would be horrible, and I couldn’t survive it. Honestly, a life behind bars sounded better than a life without you in it. It’s my responsibility to protect the people I love so that’s what I did.”
“No,” he shushed. “It was your father’s responsibility. But I understand now why you go above and beyond to protect others. It’s because no one was there to do that for you. You were left as a kid to take care of your father, and he got so far into his addiction that he didn’t care anymore.”
“You’re right,” I said, my voice beginning to shake. I turned over in the bed and faced Blaine. “I am so sorry. I have put you through hell and back. I put your life in danger, your practice in danger, and everything because my father didn’t pay his debts, and I was too afraid to tell the truth about the mob. I could have gotten you killed. I don’t deserve the amount of amazing things you do for me on a regular basis. I don’t deserve the kind of dedication you put into this whole case. You risked your life for me.”
“And you did the same for me,” he said. “So stop. I would walk through hell for you. If I had the option to do this all over again, the only thing I would change would be being there for you more. I would have never let you go, and instead, I would have taken you to the FBI so they could clear up your charges instead of you putting yourself in harm's way. You are too precious to me to ever think otherwise.”
“You are crazy,” I said, chuckling.
“Well, everything is done now,” he said, sighing. “Now, we can really get back to life, strengthen our bond even more, and really let our love go free. You and I have such an amazing future ahead of us, and it’s just because we will be together. Everything we choose to do from here on out will be done as two people in love. There won’t be anymore drama or questions, and the only thing I’m hoping to have to save you from is when you stub your toe on the corner of the table.”
“I do that a lot,” I said, smiling. “You might have to buy me special shoes when I’m old.”
“I’ll get matching ones so you don’t feel self-conscious,” he said, leaning in and kissing my forehead.
“Thank you,” I replied, smiling at him. “Thank you for loving me like you do. Thank you for changing who you are to be a better person for us. Thank you for holding my hand no matter what. It is absolutely the best feeling ever in the entire world.”
“I will always be there,” he said, smiling. “Now, we need to cuddle up and get some sleep. It’s been a really long two weeks.”
I smiled as I turned back over and let him slide his arms around me. I grabbed onto to his hands and pulled them close to my mouth, kissing each of his fingers. I had never felt so close to anyone in my entire life. I loved this man so much, and I owed him my life, something that I would spend the rest of my days making up to him with kisses, love, and support wherever I could give it. I truly felt that the universe had brought us together at the perfect moment, a moment when we needed each other, even if we didn’t see it right away.
Chapter 33
Blaine
I grasped onto Josie’s hand, feeling completely and totally at eas
e. We were walking down a hallway layered in windows and bathed in light. The hardwood floors shimmered in the rays of the sun. I looked down to see that I was wearing a white shirt and white cotton pants like the ones you wear at the beach. Josie looked up at me and smiled, her face no longer scarred or bruised, and her hair cascaded in large curls down her back. Her white dress flowed with each step, and her adorable little feet were bare. The air was crisp, and the temperature was absolutely perfect. I looked out the window to see the ocean lapping gently against the shore, it’s blue color clearer than anything I had ever imagined.
As we moved forward, the sound of birds echoed through the hallway, and I could see the doves sitting happily in the bushes to the side. We approached a room, the door sitting open and the sunlight cascading across the floors. I stepped forward, letting go of Josie’s hand but feeling her presence behind me. As I stepped through the archway, the sun brightened the room, and the sounds of the birds faded slightly into the background. I looked up to the side and closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun washing over my body. It was the most complete and calm feeling I had ever experienced. I felt Josie’s hand slide into mine, and I opened my eyes to look over at her. She smiled and nodded her head toward a small oak crib in the corner.
Suddenly, it all became clear. I was standing in a nursery, but instead of murals on the walls, there were real trees and animals running in and out of the limbs. Beneath my feet were soft grass and beautiful flowers. I stepped slowly toward the crib, hearing the coo of a child. When I reached the edge, I peered down into the crib, smiling as a small, dark-haired baby laughed and giggled inside. I reached down and pressed my finger against its nose, something my father had always done when I was a small child. The baby laughed and smiled, reaching up and wrapping his small hands around my finger and squeezing. I looked over as Josie walked up beside us, smiling at me and then leaning over and picking the child up. I watched in amazement as she smoothed her hand carefully over the baby’s head, holding it close to her breast.
I followed the two across the room to a bed of soft white pillows and blankets nested on the ground. We sat down in the softness and laid the baby between us, playing with him as he laughed and cooed, looking lovingly at Josie. The child shifted his glance, and I saw that he had Josie’s eyes, bright and wondrous, like they had been the first time I met her. We sat there for what seemed like hours, loving each other, kissing the baby, and basking in the light from the sun. There was a warm feeling in my chest, and though no words were being spoken, I could feel the bond getting stronger between the two of us. She looked so happy and pleased, just lying there with the child, unable to keep her hands off of his soft beautiful skin. I looked up at the sun as it began to dance toward the horizon, feeling saddened that the day was coming to a close.
When I looked back, Josie and the baby were gone, and I stood quickly, walking forward into the darkness that had approached. My feet suddenly felt the sand, and I whirled around, realizing I was now walking along the beach under the light of the moon. I looked down the sand and saw Josie standing there, now wearing a long black dress, her body filling every curve. She was absolutely stunning, and she reached her hand out for mine. I walked quickly toward her and took her into my arms, looking deep into her eyes. She smiled up at me, her hands moving up my torso and landing on my chest. I could feel her body close to mine, and she leaned forward, closing her eyes and puckering her lips. I closed my eyes as well and leaned into her, feeling her lips brush across mine.
When I opened my eyes again, I had woken up, and I found myself safely tucked away in my bedroom, Josie’s lips kissing me softly. I was slightly bewildered for a moment, looking around the room and wondering where that beautiful dream had gone. I could feel Josie pressing her lips against my neck and my collarbone as I regained my consciousness. It had only been a dream, an amazingly beautiful dream. The smell of lavender filled my nose, and I realized that it had been in my dream as well. I pulled back and looked Josie in the eyes as she continued to kiss my skin. She was just as stunning with her bruises and cuts as she was in my dream. The thought of her holding our child made me feel weak in the knees and sent butterflies floating through my chest and stomach.
I ran my hand down her long hair as she kissed up my neck and back to my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed her back, feeling her love through every single touch. She ran her hands up my torso and rested them on my chest, just like she had in the dream, and I couldn’t help but think that maybe that was more than a dream. Maybe it was a vision of what we had to look forward to in the future. A beautiful home, a beautiful baby, and an even stronger bond than we already had.
I took in a deep breath and brought her close to me, feeling her heaving breasts against my chest. She reached up and pulled her fingers through my hair, leaning forward and kissing me again. This time, though, I could feel the passion behind her lips, and she grabbed onto my face, moving her lips against mine. My hands slid down to her waist, and I leaned into her kisses, parting her lips with my tongue and making the kiss even deeper and more passionate. I could feel my cock getting hard inside my pants, but I tried to slow it down just a bit. Josie, however, didn’t seem to be in the same mindset, and she pulled her body closer to mine, rubbing up and down against my shaft.
I took in a deep breath as our mouths parted, and I ran my finger down her face to her lips. She pulled my finger into her mouth and sucked hard on it, opening her eyes and looking deeply into mine. Her hand slid down my arm to the band of my boxers, teasing me as her fingers danced across my skin. My cock throbbed, and I thrust my pelvis forward into her, feeling her hand drop down and rub me softly through the fabric. Everything about this woman was sexual and sensual, and I loved the taste of her lips. Immediately, I wanted more, but I was holding back. She had been through so much, and I was terrified that I was going to hurt her.
I pulled back and looked deep into her eyes, noticing the small cuts I hadn’t seen the day before. She was so fragile and soft, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her injuries worse. Her bandages were tightly wrapped around her ankles and wrists, but I could still see slight stains of blood that had seeped through during the night. I leaned back and looked at her smiling.
“You have been through so much,” I said. “We need to take it slow. You need to get your rest so that your injuries can heal. I don’t want to hurt you any further.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she said, leaning forward and kissing my lips. “We can take it slow, and I’ll be on the bottom. I just want you so badly.”
The sound of her voice telling me how much she wanted me drove me mad. I wanted her, too, but I was afraid. She was hurt pretty badly, not to mention what she went through behind closed doors with Paulie. But she was insistent, pressing her body up against mine and kissing me sensually. She would suck my bottom lip into her mouth and pull away slowly, making my dick go crazy. She was so sexy.
“I just want you to take it all away,” she whispered. “Put my mind on something else.”
Finally, after several moments of her coaxing me into it, I let out a deep breath and pulled her toward me, kissing her passionately on the mouth. She moaned as I explored her mouth with my tongue, pushing and pulling at her hips as she ground her body against me. I turned her on her back and slowly lifted her up, pulling her tank top over her head. I reached up with one hand and grasped her breast, massaging it gently as my tongue ran over her nipple. She leaned her head back and smiled as I played with her until she was ready for more.
I moved my lips down her body, feeling her soft skin beneath me. I ran my hands down her thighs and watched as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. She moaned softly at my touch and ran her fingers over her thighs. It was sensual and soft, and immediately, I knew I was in no serious rush. I moved down her body and pushed her legs up over my shoulders, pulling her shorts and panties off. I reached my face down and slowly moved my tongue through her folds, feeling her writhe in my arms. My tongue fl
icked against her clit, tasting every inch of her as I felt her moving her hips to the rhythm of my tongue. I wanted her to feel how much I loved her, to grow closer to me with every moan and every growl.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward my face, lashing my tongue around wildly through her juices. She screamed out, grabbing the sides of the bed as I pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. I loosened the grip on her and slowed my mouth, deciding that I wanted to feel her come. I wanted to be inside of her, watching her body move, and feeling her grip tightly to me. I moved up her body, wiping my mouth on my arm, and took off my boxers. She gasped as my cock flew out from the cloth and slapped against her stomach. I reached over and took her hand in mine, pulling it to my lips and kissing it gently. I looked down into her eyes as I put her hand gently back, pulling her head upward and kissing her lips. Her breathing increased as I rubbed my shaft through the folds of her wet pussy.
I sat over her, rubbing my hands through her long dark hair and staring deeply into her eyes. She reached up and touched my face, a small tear leaving her eye and trickling down her cheek. Instantly, I dove my face down and kissed her lips, rolling to the side and pulling her on top of me. She pressed her hands against my chest and straddled me, looking down in my eyes. I pulled us backward and sat up, leaning my back against the bed frame, watching her as her tits bounced around. She looked deep into my eyes and sat up, grabbing my cock by the base and slowly sliding downward, pulling every inch of me inside of her so we became one.
Chapter 34
Josie
I leaned my body back as I lowered myself down onto his raging erection, feeling him fill me up fully. He pulled his body forward and wrapped my legs around his waist, running his hands down my body. As my eyes connected with his, I began to rock back and forth, feeling him move in and out of me. Our eyes were locked as we moved toward complete ecstasy. He groaned at the feeling of my body against him, taking us toward our climax. I fixated on his face, trying to hold back the feeling of the heat erupting from my stomach. I could feel his hands moving up and down my back, his nails gently grazing my skin.