Redemption (Book 3) The Fixer Series

by Alyson Raynes

  I opened the door to find Dylan standing there, waiting for me.

  "How long have you been standing here?" I asked.

  "Not long, Princess. I came looking for you to see if you wanted to come and lay down with me."

  "Sure, but what about the others? Wouldn't it be rude to leave them out there?" I asked, pointing to the main cabin.

  "Nah. They don't mind. Besides, there's another small room on this place with a bed where Tristan and Steph will sleep. Alexi can recline his seat and sleep out there. They'll be fine."

  "Okay," I agreed, following Dylan into the room.

  I helped him get into bed, removing his shoes and then mine, before placing them in the corner and joining Dylan. I was nervous. It was the first time I had been this close to him since we'd been married. I rolled onto my side, facing away from him, trying to put distance between us. He didn't say anything, but I could sense his unease.

  I pretended to sleep, but I was filled with emotion as I lay next to him. I felt Dylan roll to his side as he placed his arm around my waist. His touch was warm and I felt his breath behind my neck.

  "Princess," he said, in a soft tone. "Please talk to me."

  "I want to, Dylan, I really do. I just don't know where to begin."

  "Well then, why don't you start by telling me why you're crying."

  "What? I'm not crying," I sniffled.

  "Brooke, you can't hide from me. And you're a terrible liar. You forget how well I know you. It doesn't matter how long we've been apart, you're a part of me."

  I turned to face him as he wiped my tears. I took his tear-stained hand and placed it on my belly.

  "Dylan," I cried. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. One night, I was lying on the floor in my cell and I started having terrible pains. I was screaming and crying, and there was blood on the floor. I didn't know what was wrong. The pain was so sharp and intense; I was cold, shaking and no one would help me. I have no idea what they were giving me, but I was so out of it, I couldn't even think straight. The next thing I knew, I was lying on a cold, metal table where a man was standing over me. He said he was a doctor and that I was having a miscarriage. I had no choice but to trust him, as he was the only one willing to help me. Dylan, I lost our baby. The baby I wanted more than anything in life. If only I'd known, I would have done everything to protect her," I said, wiping my tears.

  "Brooke," he whispered, pulling me closer to him, holding me tight.

  "I'm sorry, Dylan. I didn't know," I said, pulling away.

  I noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. It ripped me to shreds to see him so vulnerable, mourning the loss that I couldn't stop. I took my hand and wiped his tears, trying to stop my own from falling. I failed.

  "How could you know, Brooke?" he asked. "You didn't even know who you were for fuck sake. If only I'd gotten there sooner, I could have saved you both."

  "Dylan, no," I cried. "There was nothing you could've done. This is not your fault."

  "It is my fault, Brooke. I should've never left you alone in that garden."

  "How could either of us have known what was going to happen? We couldn't. We're together now, baby, that's all that matters."

  "Tell me something, Princess."

  "What?"

  "How do you know it was a little girl? Did you hold her?"

  "No. The doctor told me that I was twelve weeks along and that it was too soon to tell. But, Dylan, I know it was a girl. I felt it in my heart and I felt so empty. I had dreamt about you, but I never told anyone. I dreamt of us surrounded by large, green trees in a garden where a river ran through. I was pregnant and you rubbed my belly and told the baby you loved her."

  "Brooke," he said, stroking my cheek. "I love you, both. Even though she's not here, I still love her. She's a part of us. That dream you had, I had it too. But it gave me hope. Hope that I would one day find you and we'd have the family that we always wanted."

  He rubbed my cheek again, moving closer until his lips softly glided over mine. I remembered the feeling, how much I'd longed for him, missed him. I couldn't resist his touch, I loved him so much and my body ached for his touch.

  "Dylan...please," I begged, rubbing my body against his. I needed to feel him to heal me.

  "What do you need, baby?" he asked, rolling over and standing up.

  "I need you," I said, getting up and walking toward him.

  I gently pushed him against the wall as I stood on my tip toes, trying to reach his lips. He laughed and put his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and leaning down. He gently tugged on my hair, pulling my head back, so he had full access to my waiting and wanting mouth. His kiss was aggressive, his tongue desperate and he took my breath away. It was intense and I couldn't wait to have his throbbing cock inside of me.

  I unbuttoned his shirt, carefully running my hands along the top of his chest. I broke our kiss and stepped back, taking in his beautifully sculpted body. Fuck, he was beautiful. He was even bigger than he was when we got married. I helped him take his shirt off and threw it in the corner on the floor by our shoes. I drank him in, staring at his naked chest. I feathered soft kisses down his stomach and stopped when I got to his scar.

  "Does it hurt, Cowboy," I asked, gently kissing it.

  "Not anymore, Princess, now that you're kissing my boo boo."

  I giggled and continued to kiss where he'd been shot, in hopes that I could heal him, like he was healing me.

  I carefully undressed, my eyes never leaving his. Reaching out, he pulled me close until I felt my naked breasts against his bare chest.

  "Princess," he said. "It's been so long since I've touched you."

  "I know," I whispered, running my fingers through his thick, brown hair. I gave him a soft kiss, our tongues slowly making love to each other. I reached down and untied the drawstring on his sweat pants and gently gave them a tug.

  I knew that bending still hurt him, so I broke the kiss once more, and pulled his sweats all the way down and instructed him to step out. Then, I slowly removed his black boxer briefs. His cock sprang to life and I knew in that moment, he was exactly what I wanted.

  I dropped to my knees and slowly kissed my way up his left thigh and stopped when I reached his sack. I ran my tongue slowly over his family jewels before taking his cock in my mouth, my pussy dripping wet with anticipation.

  I slowly ran my tongue up and down each delicious inch of him, remembering what it was like before I'd been taken. He let out a slight groan and I knew he wasn't going to last long as he began to swell in my mouth.

  "Brooke," he panted. "Stop. You want me inside of you, don't you, baby?" he asked, lifting my head and looking into my eyes. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you."

  I stood and pressed myself against his muscled, naked body. "Yes. Let me love you." A slight smile formed in the corner of his lips. "Oh, Cowboy, you have no idea what you're in store for."

  "I'm willing to take my chances," he said, reaching down inserting a finger and moving it around, bringing every nerve inside to life. I pressed my lips together and let out a moan.

  "You like that, don't you, baby?" I nodded in between moans. "I know you do. Your pussy is dripping wet, and begging me to fuck it with my tongue. Tell me, Brooke, do you want me to tongue fuck your pussy?"

  "Yes!" I whispered. "Please."

  "Lay on the bed, so I can spread you open and see how beautiful you are." I did as he said. I never could say no when it came to Dylan. "Mmm, look at you. Gorgeous and just the way I remember, wet and swollen. I could stand here all day and look at you like this. But right now, I'm hungry and I'm gonna eat."

  His strong fingers caressed the inside of my thigh, sending chills throughout my body. "Yes," I whimpered. His fingers slowly spread me open, his tongue gently stroking, teasing my folds. My hand fisted in his hair as I fought to bring his tongue deeper into me. He stopped and I cried, "No."

  Then, he went in for the kill. His tongue was full of skill, just as I'd remembered. I started to c
limax as the memory enhanced the feeling. I wasn't going to last long, and then he sucked hard, rubbing his tongue over my clit as my body arched. I came hard and fast as he continued kissing, licking and sucking. I didn't want him stop. The sensation was intoxicating. I rubbed my hands softly over my nipples adding to the euphoria. I arched and came again, this time loudly.

  Dylan stopped, then stood, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He grabbed himself in his hand, slowly stroking and teasing me with his rock-hard cock. He entered me slowly, not giving me all of him at first, then pulled out. He entered again, and I felt completely full. I could feel his love for me consuming me, both physically and emotionally. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as we began to move with each other, and he was driving me over the edge with each delicious stroke. His head began rubbing on that delectable spot, deep inside of me, spurring me on to fuck him faster. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted him deep and hard.

  He briefly pulled out, sticking two fingers inside and then re-entered. He placed them both in my mouth and instructed me to suck as he began fucking me faster. "Taste yourself, baby. See how good you are? Your pussy was made just for me. Now open your eyes, Brooke. I need to see your face while you scream my name."

  I did as he commanded, watching his face and the expression he made when he was just about to fill me full. He pumped into me faster, gave a groan, then spilled everything he had inside of me.

  I stared into his beautiful blue eyes as he pulled out. I quickly stood up and regretted that move as baby batter ran down my leg. Dylan 's eyes widened, "That's so fucking hot, Brooke! Don't move."

  I didn't. I just stood there with that shit running down my leg as Dylan left the room. He quickly returned with a washcloth and began cleaning where the stream had been trailing down my inner thigh. Looking up, he said, "I know you don't like that, but damn, it was turning me on."

  "Dylan, everything turns you on," I giggled.

  "When it comes to you, you're damn right, it does. You would be wise to remember that, always. You're the only one for me. I meant it when I said, your pussy was made for me. It wasn't just sex talk."

  When he was done, we both stood, our naked bodies touching one another and holding each other. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed, as I knew he needed rest. He pulled me close and fell asleep. I remained awake for a long time, watching him sleep until finally, I relaxed enough to find my own restful slumber.

  CHAPTER 6

  Brooke

  The flight home was long, and I was nervous to be returning to a life that I'd been away from for so long. My memory had returned, but I felt anxious, because I knew there were things that I was still hiding from Dylan. Things that I wasn't sure I was ready to share with him, just yet.

  I should have been excited to see my mother, but again, I didn't know what I'd say once I saw her. It was all so overwhelming and I wasn't convinced that I'd ever be the same woman I was before I'd been kidnapped.

  It's true what they say about how events in your life shape a person. I was no exception. I was no longer timid, naive Brooke. My eyes had been opened to an entirely different way of life. One that I believed only happened in other parts of the world. It was always easier to hear about those things on the news or on a evening drama, because you could shut them out and pretend they didn't really exist.

  My hell was just beginning, as I had no choice but to relive the events of the past year...day by day. I was suddenly very quiet as I looked out the window as the plane landed. It felt weird to be home, like it was now some foreign land.

  Dylan took my hand in his, "How are you feeling?"

  "A little nervous."

  "That's to be expected. You haven't been here in almost a year. I'm sure everyone is anxious to see you. If it makes you feel better, I haven't been home in almost a year, either. Tristan and I stayed at the castle in Ireland and worked from there."

  "You did?"

  "Yes. I wasn't going to leave until I found you, and since that was the last place we were together, well...that's where I felt closest to you."

  "Dylan, that's...just, well...really sweet." He always did render me speechless when he said such things. I think deep down, Dylan was a hopeless romantic.

  "I love you, Brooke."

  "I love you, too."

  The plane came to a stop and we exited the plane on the tarmac at Denver International Airport. The air was cool and springtime in Colorado was in the air. The end of April was always chilly as it often snowed, but this day was sunny and warm. It was a nice feeling. We all piled into the limo that had been waiting for us and headed to our penthouse in the city.

  I took notice of the mountains as we headed down Pena Boulevard. They looked unusually close, as if you could drive into them. Of course that wasn't the case, since they were miles away. Everything was beginning to turn green, flowers were blooming, but the mountains, they were so majestic with their sheer size and the snow that still sat upon the tops.

  The car was quiet, almost too quiet. I moved closer to Dylan and asked, "How much longer before we're there?"

  He put his arm around me. "We're still about twenty minutes out, Princess."

  "It's weird, you know? Returning to a place that use to be so familiar, but isn't, anymore."

  "I know," he whispered. "I feel the same way. We'll get back into the swing of things once were settled at home."

  Stephanie's phone chimed, causing me to jump. The silence in the car was deafening. "It's Mom, Brooke. She says she excited to see you and that she and Dylan's mom are at the penthouse waiting for you two."

  "Looking forward to it," I said, leaning further back into the seat crossing my arms. I looked out the window, once again, trying to think of what I would say to my mother when I saw her again. I knew it was going to be a shock to her, since I didn't look myself, anymore.

  "Has anyone heard from Thomas?" I asked, wondering if the asshole would be awaiting my arrival home, so he could spew nasty things at me, once more.

  Tristan looked over at Dylan, then Stephanie. No one said a word.

  "Well?" I prodded, once more.

  Finally, Tristan had the stones to step up and answer. "I doubt he'll be there, Brooke. Seems he went missing shortly after your disappearance was made public."

  "Do any of you have an idea of where he might be hiding out?"

  "We suspect he's left the country," Tristan said, taking Stephanie's hand in his.

  "Good. I hope he stays gone and away from me, forever," I muttered under my breath.

  "I'm glad he's gone too," Stephanie said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

  Well now, that was weird, I thought to myself. Since when does Stephanie not want to see Thomas? She was always a daddy's girl and right now, I can't stop thinking about what a fucktard he was to me my entire life. How the hell could my sister possibly understand what I went through?

  The closer we made our way to the penthouse, the angrier I became. I couldn't control the emotions that were surging through me. It was as if I hated everyone around me. I was confused, I'd never been a hateful person. I wanted to lash out at my sister, and tell her how I really felt about her relationship with Thomas. And Dylan and Tristan, what the hell was their game? Was my kind, loving husband still involved with his fixing bullshit? I needed to rectify things with him, and soon. If he was going to continue down this path, then I was out.

  The driver pulled up to the keypad of the penthouse. It was a place where I once found refuge from my ex-lover, Stefan. It was a time when I believed Dylan could keep me safe from all of the evils of the world, a place where I fell madly and deeply in love with him.

  I stepped out of the car and didn't take Dylan's waiting hand. I wanted to get the introductions with my mother and his mother over with as soon as I could. I needed time alone. Time away from everyone that had been hovering over me, and treating me like I was helpless.

  I walked toward the elevator and Dylan followed. "Is everything okay, Brooke?"
/>   "Fine," I responded, not bothering to look at him.

  He reached out and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me back toward his chest. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

  "Nothing."

  "Bullshit! You have been acting like a bitch ever since we got in the car."

  "Damn it, Dylan! I'm tired. This is a lot to absorb and the last thing I want to do is deal with other people's fucking emotions, when I can't even deal with my own. Do you fucking understand, now?"

  "I do. And I told you that we will get through it together. You have to trust me, Brooke."

  The doors opened and we entered the grand foyer of the penthouse. It was just as I'd remembered and my mother and Rebecca were there, waiting for us. Time to put on your fake, happy face Polly Anna, and pretend that everything is just jolly and wonderful, I thought to myself.

  "Oh, Brooke. It really is you," my mother said, crying as she hugged me. "I'm so glad that you're finally home, safe. How was your trip home, dear?"

  "Fabulous."

  "That didn't sound too convincing."

  "It was a long trip, Mother, and I'm really tired."

  "Yes, I imagine that you are. It's just been so long, that I had to see you. Rebecca and I were hoping to take all of you out for dinner this evening, but it seems that you need to rest."

  "The others may want to go, but I would prefer to stay in, if you don't mind."

  Dylan came up behind me, "Excuse us a minute please, Mary."

  "What in the hell are you doing, Brooke?"