Prisoner and Together: All of You series complete set

by Silvey, Melissa

“Like Antony and Cleopatra?” he asks. He’s the first person to actually get it.

  “Yea, just like that. My dad thought it was great.”

  She huffs loudly, and holds my hand so tight I’m afraid she might break my fingers. “How are you joking around like you’ve not just been shot?”

  “This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot, sweetheart.” Her green eyes grow wider, and she looks at the scar on my side. I guess she’s just now realizing what caused it. “I’m not going to lie, it hurts like hell, but Bob over there gave me a nice shot, and soon I won’t even feel it at all.”

  “Doctor Foster is waiting for us at General. We’ll arrive in two minutes,” Bob assures me.

  “Looks like you’re meeting my step-dad sooner than I expected,” she says, and I turn toward her. She’s frowning for some reason.

  “Do you not like your step-dad?” I ask. Maybe this isn’t the time to have this conversation.

  “I’ll tell you later,” she says, and avoids my eyes. I look at Killian, but he shakes his head.

  “I hope your car’s okay,” he says. “Doctor Foster might get mad if you shot up the Benz he bought you for your birthday.”

  “I shot up the Benz? I didn’t even have a fucking gun,” she argues, and glares at Killian. I’m feeling really uncomfortable right now. If I wasn’t cuffed to a gurney, in the fed’s custody, and all hopped up on painkillers, I might be really pissed.

  “I thought you were changing your attitude,” he says, and looks at her stomach.

  I look back at her, and she’s looking at me. “Not right now,” she says.

  That does it. Even with the painkillers, I’m angry. “I think now’s as good a time as any, since you two seem to know something I don’t,” I say pointedly. Her hand goes up to her stomach. I am elated, until I’m furious. “You’re pregnant?” She nods, and avoids my eyes again. “You’re pregnant, and you plan a prison break, and put yourself in the middle of a gunfight?” I yell at her. She releases the grip on my hand. This is not how I planned this, not at all.

  “There is no breaking,” Killian says. “You’re in FBI protective custody, as a material witness in a federal investigation.”

  “Are you gonna put me up in a fancy hotel, and feed me steak?” I’m fairly sure my anger and sarcasm bleed through.

  “We’re going to house you at the Winston city jail, and you’ll eat whatever they feed you,” he says. I look toward Lani, and her face is as red as her dress, and I think she might be grinning. “Her dad is the police chief. You’ll be housed with the rest of the population, and no one will know why you’re there, or even who you are if you don’t want them to.”

  “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” It’s really not her fault that she hasn’t had time to tell me everything. I shouldn’t be angry at her. But fuck it, I am.

  “We’ll have time, won’t we?” Her tone says so much. She sounds like she’s worried that I won’t want her.

  “Lani, I…” As soon as I say it, the back door of the ambulance opens. I’m pulled out of the back, then wheeled into the hospital. Lani is with me, holding my hand.

  “Lani, you can’t come into the exam room,” a tall blonde man in scrubs and a white lab coat says. “What did you do to your hair?”

  “I’ll explain later. Are you sure I can’t just stand in the corner, and watch?” She’s reluctant to let go of me, and I damn sure don’t want to let go of her. I watch the interaction between the two.

  “No, Lani. He’ll be fine, and I’ll come get you as soon as I know something.” His voice is very tender, and caring, and he says her name a lot. I don’t like him either.

  “Let’s go get something to eat. I’m buying,” Killian offers. I know he’s just trying to occupy her, but he’s asking her to dinner right in front of me, damn it. “We can come right back up here when we’re done.”

  She sighs loudly. “Okay.” Then she glances down at me. I’ve never been more pissed to be in a bed. “I’ll be right back. I’m not leaving you.”

  “I’ll be here,” I assure her, and she finally lets go. I’m taken through swinging doors, into a triage. I look up, and notice that an FBI agent is with us. As we pass a nurse’s station, the doctor stops and says, “Take the patient to X-ray, and I’ll be there shortly.” As I’m being wheeled away, I hear him say, “Can someone get a set of scrubs to my step-daughter? She’ll be in the cafeteria in a red dress.”

  It’s about forty-five minutes before I see the doctor again. They took the x-rays, and then I waited in a curtained stall. I’m not alone though. My new babysitter is with me the entire time. I had a little bit of time to think about everything that was thrown at me since I was placed in that cage tonight, but I couldn’t come to any conclusions. This may be the most bewildering situation I’ve ever been in. I just had the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen bring in the Calvary to save my ass. Then, I find out, not only is she a cop, but her dad’s the chief, she might be pregnant, and her family’s wealthy. Why did she even think twice about me once she was out of jail? I know she was only in there to find out what happened to her sister, and she found that out. Why come back for me? I’m basically worthless to her. The one thing I do know is, I’m exhausted.

  I close my eyes, and I hear the curtain open. The doctor, Lani’s step-father, takes the bandage off, and pokes and prods at the hole, the entire time asking if it hurts. “Of course it hurts. I was shot. You’d think a doctor would understand that.”

  “The bullet isn’t inside your arm, it went straight through. It didn’t hit any bones or veins. I’m going to have a nurse come in and stitch you up, then we’ll put you in a room and monitor you for the night.”

  “Can Lani come in and see me when I’m in the room?” I probably wouldn’t have asked, if he wasn’t her step-dad.

  “We’ll see,” he answers, and glances up at the agent, who doesn’t respond.

  Soon after that I’m stitched up, given a shot for the pain, and sent to a room. As soon as I’m wheeled into the room, the guard unlocks my cuff and leaves. The first thing I do, is go to the bathroom, and I see it’s stocked with a real toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash. I could actually shower alone. All I want to do is go to bed. I brush my teeth, rinse with mouthwash, wash my face, and put on deodorant; all things I took for granted until ten years ago. I feel almost human.

  As I’m walking back to the bed, she enters. She smiles at me, and that’s all I need. She’s washed off the make-up, her hair is in a cute pony-tail, and she’s wearing scrubs. “You look like you again, almost,” I say.

  She doesn’t approach me. She looks like she did the last time they threw her in my cell, as if she’s not settled somehow. “Aren’t you cold? Didn’t they offer you clothes? I’ll go find a nurse.”

  I’m afraid she’s going to leave me again. “I’m fine, really,” I say. She continues to gaze at me. “But if you want to keep me warm, you can.” She looks toward the door. “The guard is out there, huh?”

  “Yea,” she says.

  “But he’s not in here?” She shakes her head. “And you are?” She nods, and grins. “For a reason?”

  “You think my ex-boyfriend left us alone so we could have sex?” She moves closer as she speaks, but I stand where I am. Why do I have this need for her to come to me? “They took off the cuff.”

  “I guess they think I’m not going to leave, for some reason.” I finally reach out for her, and take her hand to link her fingers in mine.

  “Why’d you cut your hair?” Damn, I love the way her eyes sparkle when she looks at me. I feel like my chest is burning, like my heart is on fire.

  “You dyed your hair blonde,” I point out, and I kiss the top of her head.

  “You look great. You look absolutely fantastic.” The emotions exploding inside me might make me pass out. Or it might be the pain killers.

  “That’s why I cut it.” She touches my shoulder, and it might actually feel better. Her soft, gentle fingers rub up to my ne
ck, then she touches my beard.

  “It’s not as soft now,” she complains.

  “I’m sorry baby, I’m sure you’ll be really mad when it’s rubbing against your inner thighs.” I see her shoulders shake, and I grin. “There’s a bed waiting over there, but I think you’re going to have to be on top, because I was shot.”

  She takes a few steps toward it, and pulls on my hand for me to follow. “You’re always looking for a reason to get me on top.” She pulls down the covers, and figures out how to release the rail. I sit down on the edge of the bed, and we’re just about eye to eye.

  “Are you really pregnant? I mean, it’s only been a little over three weeks.” I reach out, and touch her flat stomach. Selfishly, I want a baby with her.

  “Tony.” Her hands move to my hair, and I feel her fingertips against my scalp. She pulls me closer, as she licks her lips. “I’m so nervous the nurses or, God forbid my step-dad will interrupt us. But I want you so damn much right now.”

  Everything inside me wants her. And hearing her say she wants me… We’re not locked in together. She can leave at any time, but this gorgeous woman is here. She’s here with me, and we’re alone. “We’ll just have to work fast, if you want it that bad.”

  She kisses me, and I feel like the luckiest man in the entire fucking world. “Lay back,” she whispers, as she pushes on my right shoulder.

  “No, baby. I know how you like it. Lean forward.” Her luminous eyes tell me she knows what I mean. I stand as she’s untying her pants. When they’re down around her knees, I pull mine down too, and move behind her. “Do you want me?” She nods. “Do you want this big cock inside you?” I bend my knees a little, and grab the base. When I feel how wet she is, my balls get tight, and I feel like my dick just grew four more inches.

  “Tony, please,” she moans. I push up into her, as slowly as I can. When I’m firmly inside her hot little pussy, my hand moves to her hip.

  “Do you want my fingers in your ass, baby?” I am balls deep inside her, and my head feels light. I feel dizzy. I want to make her come fast, because I feel close. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  “Find my g-spot, and make me come.” My face is in her blonde ponytail, and I smell her perfume, the same perfume that she put on the postcard.

  I move my hips until she squeals. “Shhh, baby. You have to stay quiet.” She moves against my cock, and then she whimpers because she can’t scream. “Where do you want me to touch you?” My hand moves up under her shirt, and she’s whimpering louder. When I touch her nipples, she grunts, and I feel her tightening around me. I can’t think anymore. I’m completely lost in the moment. “I love you,” comes out, before I can stop it. I don’t regret it, and I don’t want it back. I just want her to feel it too. I want her love. She’s trying not to scream, so I say, “Kiss me.”

  When her lips are on mine, I open my mouth and suck her tongue in. I feel the scream she releases as her muscles contract around me, and I lose my balls and my heart into this beautiful woman. If she’s not pregnant, I hope to God she gets pregnant now.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lani

  He has his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tight like he’ll never let go. He’s still inside me, and kissing me tenderly. I don’t think he’s ever going to stop, and I hope he never does. I hope he fucks me for the rest of the night. I know he can, he’s done it before.

  But this time he’s been shot, he’s been given medication, and we don’t have all night alone, locked in a cell where no one can hear us. We have an armed guard right outside, and nurses will probably come in to check on him.

  I pull away from his kiss, but he’s still hard and I can’t pull away from his huge cock. We’re both breathing heavily. “Let’s lay down, Tony.”

  “Okay,” he murmurs. He pulls out of me and I suddenly feel empty, as if he’s taken a piece of me. He takes a step back, and I hurry to the bathroom. This time I can shut the door, but for some reason I don’t, and I hear his phone ring.

  “Roman,” he says, and I smile. He pauses, and listens, then says, “In the bathroom. Who is this?” I wash my hands, and when I finish I hear, “Why would she not be okay?” Pause. “What channel? Okay, I’ll do it now, sir. Hold on, sir, here she is.”

  He hands me the phone when I walk into the room. I smile at him, and he kisses my forehead. He’s pulled up his pants, and I watch him climb into the bed as I say, “Detective Vaden.”

  “The story is out, Melanie. It’s all over the TV.” It’s my dad. I look at Tony, but he’s focused on trying to get the TV turned on. “You’re there with him in the hospital room?”

  “Yea, Dad. I’m with him.” I climb into the bed beside him, and he pulls the covers over both of us.

  “Good. Where’s your phone? Are you running around without it? Burke called and said you refuse to go home and change clothes.” He sounds gruff, but calm. He’s not mad at me, thank God.

  “I don’t want to leave.” I snuggle against his side, and rest my head on his chest.

  “Stay there tonight. I’ll bring you some clothes, your phone, and your toiletries. Tomorrow is going to be the longest day of our fucking lives. And tell your SEAL I’m not mad. I love you, Lani.”

  “I love you too, Dad. I’ll see you when you get here.” I hang up the phone, and he rolls over so that my ass is against his crotch.

  “Jesus, are you hard again?” I ask as I cuddle closer into him. “Dad says he’s not mad at you.”

  “Your family is very accepting of you being with a convicted murderer.” He’s set the TV to an all-news channel. There’s a commercial on right now.

  “I’m sure my mom doesn’t know. We’ve decided not to tell her. She’s been very delicate since my sister died. My step-dad isn’t happy about any of it. My dad was in the Navy for four years, and still recalls his glory days at the VFW every Wednesday and Saturday night.” He wraps his right hand under me, and pulls my back against his chest. His left arm is in the sling, but his hand rests on my arm. “Are you smelling my hair?”

  “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to smell a woman?” He sounds sleepy.

  “Last week?” He chuckles, and kisses my neck. “Please don’t try to stay awake all night tonight. Tomorrow will be hell on earth.” As I say it, I hear a woman’s voice coming from the TV, so I turn toward it.

  “A bust of an illegal fight venue has landed people who were guarding prisoners in jail. The investigation is ongoing, but according to unnamed sources, death matches have been happening between prisoners housed in the Mason County Federal Correctional Center. This is a for profit, privatized prison, and the warden, Louise Drake, has been arrested and charged with murder, conspiracy to commit murder, and many other charges to follow. This channel has acquired a video, recorded on a personal cell phone.”

  “Are you watching, Gladiator?” I watch him facing off with the beast, rip off his shirt, and scream like an animal, all being narrated by a male speaking in a foreign language. When he rips off his shirt, the guy screams like a fangirl. It’s disturbing.

  “Sounds like I’m popular with the Germans.” He chuckles. “I think this guy has seen all of my fights. He thinks I’m hot.”

  “How the fuck can you laugh at that?” I never, ever, thought I’d be this whiny with a man. I sound like the annoying, high-maintenance, blonde, entitled… never mind. He told me he loves me. Do I say it back? Do I love him? Do I even know him? “What’s your middle name?”

  “I love this question.” I can tell he’s being sarcastic. “Dakila. It’s Filipino.”

  “It’s beautiful, just like you. What kind of car did you drive… before?”

  “Before prison?” I nod. “An extended cab truck.”

  “That sounds like you, Gladiator. What’s your favorite color?”

  “My kid’s eyes.”

  He shocks me when he says that. “What color are they?”

  “Dark, like mine. What’s your favorite color?”


  “Hey, these are my questions. You answer.”

  “Yes, Detective Vaden.” He chuckles.

  “Where would you go, if the president pardoned you, and you were completely free?” I’m afraid to ask, but I have to know.

  “To see my kids, in Pittsburgh.” It melts my heart, but also turns me ice cold. “I’d also go back into the Navy, if I could.” I feel my heart breaking. I had a feeling that he would leave me if he had the chance. “How do you feel about living in Hawaii with me?”

  “That sounds like a fantasy.” I roll over and look into his eyes. He’s grinning, but he’s completely serious. “Doctor Dad took my mom there for their honeymoon. She brought the most gorgeous pictures home with her.”

  “That’s what you call your step-father?” I shrug, but I can’t not smile. “I think you have a little crush on Doctor Dad.” He gets super serious looking, but that’s what he does when he’s teasing me.

  “Maybe I used to. Until I met this gorgeous Filipino Italian gladiator mountain of a man with the biggest cock I’ve ever…” His eyes soften, and his hand is gently stroking as much of my arm as he can reach. I reach up to touch his hair, which feels weird short but looks incredible, when we hear the door open. I try to roll away from him quickly.

  “It’s just me, sweetheart.” When he’s around the corner of the paper curtain, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and Tony is lying on his back. He’s just lying there, without his shirt on, and he may be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.

  “Hey, Gladiator,” my dad says, as he approaches me. He gives me a hug and a kiss, then extends his hand to Tony. “Charlie Vaden, this little ray of sunshine’s Dad.”

  Tony sits up, and takes my dad’s hand, and I literally feel the rest of my life falling into place. I just know that everything has to be okay. “I’m Tony Roman, and I want to marry your daughter.” And… I wasn’t expecting that.

  “Can you support her in the manner to which she’s grown accustomed?” Tony smiles when my dad says it. “When you can do that, you can have her hand.”