Sweet Redemption_Sweet Duet, Part 2

by Ellie Jean

  Laying my head on his firm stomach, my eyes close. My right hand drapes over his beating heart. Fuck… Please wake soon, my heaven, so we can get on with our lives… Together…

  “Sweetness.” A groggy, but heavenly voice breaks the silence. Then it’s gone… Again. Maybe I was dreaming. My arm and body heavy, I’m out as well…

  “Did you find him?” A whisper and a breath of air flows across my ear. I don’t move.

  “Kolton’s still on it but there hasn’t been any sign of him.” I think it’s Liam who’s talking. My eyes stay sealed. A strong, tender hand runs through my messed up hair. Fuck I love his touch…

  “We’ve located his two top men that entered the alley behind him. They are in the city morgue.” The voice raises beyond a whisper now. “The Russian bastard isn’t there.” Is that Jared or Seth? Holy Hell… Who else is in here? I didn’t do a very good job staying awake so I could be the first person to speak to Alex when he woke up.

  “Sshh… Don’t wake her. She needs her rest. I have plans for her later.” A small snigger erupts through the room. I can’t wait. I want him now, but this may be the only way I find out about Dimitri.

  “Has anyone heard from him? His associates, his partners, women? Has any of the men seen him at any of his usual locations? Jared, has any of the surveillance turned up anything on him?”

  “There’s been nothing. It’s like he’s vanished in thin air. No one in the past week has seen or heard from him. Seth and I have asked around town and it’s all the same. They haven’t heard from him or his men.”

  “What about the Gambril family? Are they alive?” His hand continues to stroke through my hair rhythmically, dipping to my neck, feather touching it, sending shivers across my skin.

  “One of their men died but they are back doing their business plus Sokolov’s like nothing fucking happened.” Someone coughs. “Gambril says they haven’t seen him and I believe him. He has nothing to gain from hiding information from us. He wanted Sokolov gone us much as us.”

  “Fuck… Why the hell can’t this motherfucker just die already?” His fingers firm on my head fractionally.

  “He could be dead. He’s not the type of guy who will lay low for long. We will find him. His body, alive or dead, will turn up somewhere. And we will be ready, Boss.”

  The hand caressing my head abandons it. His chest tightens. “Don’t you fucking start that shit too, Liam. I’m not taking over anything until I talk to Isla about it. If she’s not on board, then fuck it… I’m out. I’m not losing her to gain some title.”

  “You don’t have a choice. Uncle is retiring and you’re it. You know they think you’ve put it off for long enough.”

  It’s time to make it known I’m awake. Alex sounds exhausted. Stretching the arm flung over his rigid athletic body, I start to move and open my eyes slowly.

  “We’ll finish this later. Get me more info.”

  Trying to straighten my back, I roll my shoulders so I’m sitting up, wiping my eyes.

  “Alex… Are you awake?” Blinking a number of times, my eyes adjust to the light room. “I wanted to be awake when you woke up. I can’t believe I was out cold. I’m so sorry.”

  “Everything’s going to be okay. You’re here. I’m here. We’re together. Bring those lips close so I can feel them on mine.” Shuffling of chairs and feet can be heard. My legs are weak from being in a sitting position for hours. Extending them, I get the blood flowing back in them, looking around the room at the three huge bodies situated throughout the room.

  “Morning, Isla. How are you feeling today?” Smiling, I nod at Seth.

  Inclining my head, “Good now this one’s awake.”

  “We will leave you two alone. Rest up, Isla. It sounds like he’s got some big plans for you.” Laughter fills the room. Liam man thumps Alex in his arm. Gently of course. Seth gives me a kiss on the cheek and Jared moves in and does the same before continuing on to shake Alex’s hand. Liam then blows a kiss in my direction, filing out of the room. Seth and Jared do the same, but not before looking at us both chuckling.

  Men… Do they ever grow up?

  My back was stiff… It wasn’t alone…

  Drifting my fingers through her hair, feeling her head against my stomach, arm across my cock awakened all nerve cells within my body. My leg and shoulder radiating pain and talk of my uncle’s wishes still wasn’t enough to stop my dick from appreciating Isla Winters’ irresistible beauty and forgiveness.

  “So… Your lips…” smirking, I keep talking to the bravest woman I have met, “have a date with mine.” Grabbing her unsuspecting wrist, I pull her toward me. I may be lying flat, but the strength flowing through my body is urgent. I’m hungry… For Isla Winters…

  Gently laughing, fuck, it’s music to my ears hearing that graceful sound, she allows her body to move with my exertions.

  Tentatively, her lips brush mine.

  “You won’t break me, Isla. Nothing can break me when we are together.”

  “But I might hurt you. I’ve already done enough damage to this solid, rock hard body. Involving you in my mess.” She tries to move away.

  “I thought we were over this stage.”

  She needs reminding quickly. Not letting her go again, my left hand fists its way around her head. My right hand grasps her chin so she can’t move her eyes from mine.

  Pulling her toward me, I raise my body, crashing my lips to hers.

  It’s messy.

  It’s dire.

  Our lips fighting each other.

  Tongues sparring with each other, lips melting together, moving intensely, releasing anguish, fear, and passion that have kept us wanting to be a part of one another’s lives.

  My hand grips her tightly still. Flowing through every cell of mine is Isla’s determination, warmth, and love. Heating me from within.

  The red flush of her cheeks and her nails digging into my biceps gives away she is consumed by us. And how we are when we are together.

  “Get up on me now. Take your panties off.” My demanding voice is soft but blunt. Thank Christ the first thing the nurse did was take my catheter out when I woke.

  “Alex… No… You’re recovering.”

  “Don’t make me repeat it. We need this.” Sighing, “I need this.”

  A sparkle ignites in her violet eyes, sending me back to the first time we met. Her on her knees, looking up at me, unbeknownst to me and possibly her, seizing me entirely in that second. Fuck, she’s captivating.

  Standing back from my clutches, her eyes never leave mine. Shimmying out of her floral panties, she twirls them around her fingers before they fly off onto the floor. A grin graces her lips.

  Well, well. Looks like I may have my little vixen back.

  Folding my arms behind my head, stretching the IV cord to its limit, watching intently at what she will do next.

  Isla’s delicate fingers find my stiff package, beneath the thin white sheet. Licking her lips, Christ she is a force that catches me unaware every fucking time, rubbing my dick, she pulls down the sheer cover and lifts the ridiculous blue dress away, giving her access. Bending down, I know what she is up to.

  “On top…Isla.” She’s not getting away with that stunt.

  I need to fill her. She needs to feel all of me. Stretching her, pumping her. Refreshing her memory of us together.

  Showing tenderness, Isla slides her toned legs over my stretched-out body, curling them underneath her as she straddles me, looking down to where we meet.

  “Eye’s on mine. Don’t let them leave me.” How can this strong woman be so confident one second then the next so unsure of herself?

  “I want to make certain I’m not sitting on your wound.”

  “Get your pretty ass down, now. I don’t care about anything else.” Releasing my hands, I place them around her waist, to help guide her.

  Shifting her weight so it’s above my length, she slowly drops onto my now rock hard dick. We both sigh in unison. This is our home. Our
heaven…

  Allowing her to close her eyes momentarily, fuck, I had to as well, I savor her warmth. I raise my hips, slowly giving her more. Filling her, stretching her. My thumb finds her clit while the other hand reaches for her pert nipple, tugging it, rolling it between my fingers, just how she enjoys it. She’s so fucking wet already. My thumb glides easily around her jewel and her hips involuntarily start to move.

  “Fuck… I can’t tell you enough times how stunning you are.” My hands continue their onslaught, Isla’s moans increase. Her body relaxes back pushing her sumptuous breasts into my hands. She rises and falls over my shaft. Trying to raise my hips to meet hers has me realizing my limitations. The gunshot wound in the waist limits my full strength, allowing me to raise my hips marginally.

  “You make me this way. It’s because of you. Only you…” Sweet and brave, her words hit me, spurring me on. The amount of pain I’m experiencing now, or whatever comes for us in the future, won’t stop me from always giving Isla my all.

  Lifting my ass, drilling up into her slick, hot pussy faster, meeting her g-spot, heightening her euphoria sends shudders down my spine. I am going to combust and I want to take Isla with me. Burning with pure desire, together. This is what my idea of love is. Hungry for each other’s touch. Frenzied with passion, but also a slow burning fervor. Willing to do whatever is necessary to protect, giving the other person every sliver of yourself, just to see them smile.

  I wanted to possess all of Isla, exactly like she possessed every part of me.

  I want to be her redemption…

  Wrapping my arm around her waist, fuck… the IV tube just ripped out…I don’t give it a second thought, drawing me forward, I bite her rosy nipple softly through the thin top. She bucks, but I can tell she is holding back, trying to alleviate the pressure she is putting on my wounds.

  Pinching her clit and nipping her taut tit simultaneously electrifies her.

  “Dear God… Oh… Alex…” muttering, Isla’s body straightens. I pursue ahead, her channel closing with force around my swollen length. Her mouth is open, leaning back, trying to get air in her lungs. I am relentless. Moving her hips, not giving her a chance to stop, I draw another orgasm from her.

  “Fuck…” I’m not going to last much longer. Pulling her down on me, I rear up.

  “No… Oh… Alex…Yes… Yes…”

  Pulling back down, I thrust up and still. A growl escapes like some sort of wild beast. “Fucking hell…” Jerking, I move in and out a few more times, pumping her full of me. Her body lies languidly down on mine. My fingers twine through her ebony hair, moving up and down rhythmically with her heavy breaths.

  Whispers of bliss vibrate against my chest.

  I’m speechless…

  This is it for me.

  This is all I want.

  It’s all I need.

  It’s cheesy and corny as all hell. It’s something six months ago I didn’t take one second out of my busy schedule to think about.

  But Isla, with me, is it…

  Five days later

  Life…

  Sometimes it’s silent.

  At times it’s brilliant with every color of the rainbow.

  Sometimes it’s a long, windy road with bumps, curves, and straight roadways.

  Parts of it are long. And at times, so very short.

  Sometimes it’s agonizing. Yet it can be glorious and hope filled.

  It develops who you are. But never defines the complete you.

  I remind myself each day that I had the courage to change how my life will continue. Wrestling with my mind to forget the torture and sadness. Replaying in my mind each day since we left the makeshift hospital, where Alex lain recovering, that I am safe, I am protected, and I am loved by my family, friends, and the most patient and captivating man I know.

  Lying together in his opulent apartment for five days together has been nothing short of perfect. This continuous time together, time that we needed, has only drawn us closer. If that is possible? It’s been only a short time that I have known Alex. Some would say it’s impossible to know if you truly love someone in that time, especially given my past six years of turmoil, pain, and sacrifice.

  I know you can…

  I have lived it…

  I had hoped with every cell in my body that one day I would be saved. That someone would really see me against all of the ugliness.

  And he did…

  And eventually, I embraced him and took my life by the reins.

  We may be still learning about each other’s lives, but without hesitation, we know we are meant to be together.

  “Do we ever have to leave your apartment?” Cuddling into his athletic side, his muscular bare arm wraps me against him. Strong fingers play with my Tiffany necklace secured around my neck. It hasn’t come off since the day he placed it there.

  “Our apartment,” Alex corrects me each time I mention his apartment, his bed, and his friends.

  “Whoops. I don’t deserve all of this. I don’t deserve you.” Lifting my eyelids up to meet his, I know his thoughts on this matter. But how can a person like me be worthy of his comfort and love. I’m still struggling internally with it.

  He shifts his body so I can see his strong, determined, smiling face. “You are the most deserving person I know. You have conquered and overcome personal atrocities that people wouldn’t know exist. It’s not about what you have done in your past. I like to think it’s how you survived. How your strength, your fortitude, and steely determination to do what was best for your family led you to me. And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go, Sweetness. Ever.” A kiss swipes over my nose, then against the tears leaking from my eyes.

  “Each day I’m grateful to Jules for making me go to that darn speed dating hell.”

  “So am I.”

  “Speaking of Jules, I wonder if I can get my old job back someday. Since I can’t imagine your work will let you sit around with me much longer. I know Seth, Jared, and Liam are keen to talk to you.”

  “For now. It can wait. But, I will have to go to the office soon. Las Vegas is powering ahead. Which reminds me,” his eyebrows knit together in thought, “you still have to decide about the interior for the hotel. I think all of your time is going to be split between that project and me, for the foreseeable future.” Smirking and pulling me tighter to him, I actually want this new phase of my life to hurry up and start. I haven’t heard if Dimitri Sokolov is alive or dead. Each day, at some point, I think about this fact. Wondering if I should turn a corner and be taken again. But Alex assures me I am safe from this evil man’s clutches and widespread enemies. I won’t doubt him.

  There’s no more looking back. Only forward.

  Not with the prince charming I had replayed in my head a million times.

  No…

  I have something real.

  A driven, protective, trusting, obstinate, sensual, and impassioned man, who wants every part, including the naughty, the ruined, shattered, wistful, determined sections of me.

  2 months later

  Plainly put… Isla trusted me solely with her heart. And I took it greedily without looking back.

  Bursting into my existence that fateful night, Isla was bright and blazing, like the most unforgettable meteor in amongst a meteor shower.

  Moving faster than anything else ever in my life, she took me unexpectedly and completely. I honestly can say, I don’t know how I survived life before she came into mine. Sure, I did everything I wanted. I’m successful, working hard, and taking women when I desired. Being part of a mafia family has its complications but being one to be feared of, I never worry about anything. I could say Isla makes me weak, because I now have something very real that would kill me if anything was to happen to her. But she also makes me stronger, because I know I will fight to the end of my life to protect her from any evil in this world.

  Knowing that Isla wanted to get back to a normal life before the last few months took a hold of us both, she d
ecided she would like to use some of her inheritance to expand Jules and her event management business. Jules was so excited to have her back and the smile on my Sweetness’ face each morning as she gets ready for work with no inhibitions still melts my heart momentarily.

  “What are you guys working on this week?” Dressing in my dark charcoal suit, I am eager to hear her carefree voice.

  “We’re meeting with some big-time advertising agency to work out our campaign. And, we have a few clients coming in to discuss events.” Brushing her dark hair straight, it falls over her lavender blouse.

  “Sounds interesting. A company I might know?”

  “Nope, don’t think so. Jules has organized it.” Arching her eyebrows up, “But the client coming in today is someone famous.”

  “More famous than me?” I laugh, feigning fake exasperation.

  “Yep. Sorry to say, it is.”

  Zipping up my pants, I move behind her. “Well, then, who is it?”

  Placing her brush down, “I can’t tell you. Client’s privacy and all that.” Her violet eyes twinkle with mischief.

  My fingers latch around her midriff and I start to tickle her. “You will tell me.” I try not to laugh too hard, but she is squirming and chuckling at the same time.

  “Alex… Stop…” Laughing and bending over trying to stop my onslaught, she snorts. “Stop, no more.”

  “I know how to get answers from you.” Lightening my fingers, I reach up and place one hand around her shoulder and hold her chin from behind, so she has to extend her neck back. I precisely place swift kisses on her sensitive spots.

  “Umm… Oh how you torture me…” Her hand reaches back and squeezes my package. “I really can’t tell you.” Light on her feet, she spins her heels, reaching up, devouring my mouth in a split second, rendering me powerless.