Deep Devotion (Crime Kings Book 4)

by May Gordon

  He moves to leave the room, but I find my courage and grasp his hand, halting his escape. He gives me a questioning look, but I ignore it. I grab the bottom of his bloody and dirty shirt and start to pull it off. I get a view of his body once again and it’s like he's made from stone, nicks and all. I see his bandage and peel it off to examine the wound, please it’s healing nicely.

  “It’s okay for you to shower, just don’t soak it and gently pat it dry.” I say looking up at him.

  His gaze is heated, and I’m sure mine is too. Now that we’re safe, I feel the need for him I’ve been shoving down come alive. I take a step closer and slowly rise to my tiptoes to give him the softest kiss. He doesn’t move or do anything, just stands there. So, I kiss him again, and when I let my tongue trace his lips something snaps in him.

  He grasps pulls me tightly against his body and devours my mouth. The kiss is uncontrollable, hard, and oh so passionate. He reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head. We go back to kissing, and I toe off my shoes, feeling him do the same. His massive hands reach my hips, and he pushes my jeans down and I step out of them. I reach for his and undo them. At this point, we’re frantic, and he shoves them off and kicks them to the side. Were animalistic, no restraint. Next, I’m leaning on the counter, and our hands are exploring each other. I’m just in my bra and underwear and Foster in a pair of boxers, but they don’t stop me from feeling him when he presses against me. He feels massive, and I find it intimidating. I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to disappoint him.

  I pull back to take a breath, but he doesn’t seem to like the break and he lets out a growl of frustration. “Foster, I’ve never done this before, but I wanted you to know I trust you.”

  He seems guilty and shocked, then a triumphant smile crosses his face. “I never have either,” he confesses, making my jaw drop to the floor. “We’ll be each other's first,” he kisses me, “and last.” Another kiss.

  “What? How? What?” I can hardly form words. “How are you a virgin? That can’t be possible, your old!” I stutter out.

  “Old?” He gives me a disgruntled look.

  “You know what I mean.” I whine and roll my eyes at him.

  He chuckles and lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my legs. “When you’ve lived the life I have. and only had one mission, a woman doesn’t play a part, It honesty didn’t ever cross my mind” he tells me. “Plus, I'm not a people person,” he says like that explains why he is, not that I'm complaining.

  “I’m people,” I remind him, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer.

  “No,” he leans in and takes my lips in a hard kiss, grinding his stiff cock on my centre. It makes me squirm with pleasure. “You’re an angel,” he says when he stops. “My angel.”

  I feel him reach around and unclip my bra, releasing my breasts. He slips it off and tosses it to the side. He takes a step back, devouring me with his eyes. I should feel shy or self-conscious, but I don’t. His gaze energizes me and fills me with power. I slip off the counter and slowly pull down my underwear, baring everything. He lets out a long, painful groan.

  “You’re fucking perfect.”

  “Let me see you,” I say with a shy smile. I pull his boxers down and my eyes widen at the size of his cock. “Holly hell, is that supposed to go inside me?” I ask, making him laugh.

  “Yes, and it’ll be fucking amazing angel. Trust me.” his voice sounds pained.

  “I do,” I say right before he takes my mouth. Soon, he’s leadings me into the shower and the warm water pours over us.

  He doesn't stop kissing me while he soaps up every inch of me, his rough hands over my smooth, soapy body making my nipples hard with arousal. When we break apart, he passes me the soap with a naughty smile. I take my time soaping him up, going over every single scar. We spend the next thirty minutes laughing and washing each other. The sexual tension is at an all-time high. I can tell because his cock has been pressed against me throughout the shower.

  When we exit, he takes a towel and slowly starts drying me off, then drops to his knees and does the same to my lower half. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his hands all over me once again. I don’t think I will ever get use to it, but I love every second of it, then I feel his lips on my hips, his beard scratching me as he moves down to my apex. Suddenly, he shoots to his feet and picks me up, carrying me to the bed. He lays me down and crawls on top of me, taking my mouth once again. His hands feel massive as they cover my breasts.

  “Angel, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he growls into my ear. Thank god because I don’t think I can either. Can someone die for delay of pleasure?

  “Please, Foster, please.” I can't even think clearly at this point.

  He grabs my knees, spreading them apart and takes his time looking at me. When I feel his fingers touch me my hips almost shoot off the bed.

  “You're sensitive,” he growls. “And wet.”

  “I can't help it, I’ve never been touched before,” I admit.

  He lets out a deep groan at my words, he loves the fact i’m untouched. “I’m going to touch every inch of you each day.” Then he does the unthinkable and leans down to take a slow lick and I lose whatever brain cells I had left. “Fuck angel, you taste like heaven,” he groans. “I need to have you now,” he sounds out of patiance, then he lines up his hard cock, thrusting in without warning, and I cry out in pain and pleasure.

  “Oh god, Foster!” I cry.

  “I’m so sorry. If I could take the pain away I would.” He kisses all over my face sounding distrat.

  “Just make it feel better,” I breathe out.

  After a few minutes, he starts moving, and the pain slowly goes away, so I only feel pleasure. He pumps into me ruthlessly, hard, wet, in and out and it feels fantastic. I can't believe sex is like this, or maybe its just Foster and I together that makes it amazing. I feel something rising inside me, and I can't control it.

  “Something's happening to me!” I scream out.

  “Let it go. Come with me,” he growls.

  He thrusts a few more times then unloads inside me as I climax. I’m overcome with so much emotion and joy I feel like crying. It’s at that moment I realize I love him, completely and unconditionally in love with him. If I could live in this moment I would, because with Foster I feel something I never felt before. Home.

  Chapter 7

  Foster

  I love her.

  And it's not just because of the mind-blowing sex which I have nothing to compare to and would never want to, but it's more than just that. She’s the only one who knows all of me, every little dark secret and loves me despite them. I know she’s never said it, but I can feel it, she’s just as gone as I am. I can tell with the way her body responds to me. I feel like a changed man, full of life and zest, nothing I’ve ever experienced.

  I slip out of her making us both groan, then roll over and gather her in my arms. “That was fucking incredible,” I breathe out complely satisfied.

  “And we can do that whenever we want?” Annabelle asks, shocked and still out of breath.

  I growl and give her a hard kiss. “Whenever you want, angel.” I’m just about to kiss her again when the main houseline rings beside my bed. “What the fuck?” I grunt, annoyed someone is interrupting my time with Annabelle. Without looking, I swing my hand over and slap the speaker button. “What!” I snap.

  “Fuck you, Foster!” Quinn's angry voice yells, making Annabelle jump. “You convinced us to let you go on your stupid as fuck hunting trip by yourself, we barely get any contact from you, and then we find out you went missing only to show up a week later and not even give us a call!” He rages on.

  Okay, he’s mad, I should’ve seen that coming.

  “What Quinn is trying to say is that we’re all a little disappointed you took off without backup,” Novak, the peacekeeper of our group, adds which means this is obviously on a conference call.

  “No, I think what Quinn i
s saying is you’re a fucking idiot. We’re a team and you should act accordingly,” Lawson states.

  “They sound mean,” Annabelle yawns into my shoulder and cuddles closer.

  “Who was that?” Quinn barks.

  “I’m Annabelle,” her voice is soft and still breathless from our lovemaking.

  “Foster Warren is with a woman?” Lawson asks, shocked.

  “No way,” Novak says.

  And so starts the longest thirty minutes of my life. They spend the time pestering Annabelle with a billion questions, all of which she happily answers. They seemed over the moon that I was with a woman and I have no idea why. After a while, I start to get annoyed, and break up the conversation.

  “Enough! We’ll make the rounds to see you all in time,” I bark out. “Novak, update Porter, Griffin, and Duke?” I demand , then hang up before they can argue. “Finally,” I roll over before adding, “Now I have you to myself.” She smiles up at me and a blush covers her cheek. It only makes me hard. I lean in to kiss her, but the phone rings again. “Fuck!” I growl, making her giggle.

  “Are you always so popular?” She asks sounding tired.

  I slap the speaker button a second time. “What the fuck do you want?”

  “Is that any way to talk to your father?” Arnold's voice has me almost bolting straight out of bed.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I repeat. “Where are you? I’m tired of chasing you.”

  “You’re right, it’s far past time for another family reunion.” He chuckles, and I don’t get a good feeling from his tone. “Let’s finish this once and for all.”

  “And what's that suppose to mean?” I demand.

  “It’s war, son,” his words cause me to shiver, and I feel Annabelle clench my arm. “I’m going to hit hard and fast.”

  “What are you planning?” I'm trying to figure out exactly what his plan is.

  “Washington, California, and Nevada, I’ll hit them all, and they will die.” He sounds deadly. “Then I'm coming for you, and that mysterious black-haired beauty you escaped Mexico with.” He was always a dead man, but as soon as he mentioned hurting Annabella and my friends, my rage multiplied tenfold.

  “Your days are numbered,” is all I manage to get out before hanging up. I jump from the bed and start pacing. I’m in a rage, unable to even think about anything happening to them. It drives me crazy.

  Suddenly, I feel Annabelle's naked body hugging me from behind, halting my steps. I turn and engulf her in my arms, kissing her passionately. “Are your friends going to be okay?” Her soft voice calms me right away.

  Taking a deep breath, I answer, “With my help they will be, but we need to move fast. You with me?”

  “How can I help?” She asks, sounding eager, her loyalty clearly shining though her eyes.

  “By not leaving my side and staying protected,” I almost beg her.

  “I’ll do whatever you need. I want to help your friends too.”

  I hug her tightly, so happy she’s willing to stay close, not that I’d ever let her leave at this point. Everything will work out, it’ll be fine. I keep telling myself this, but somewhere in the back of my mind is a voice or bad feeling that scares me to death. It’s telling me to send Annabella far away until Arnold is six feet under, but I’m selfish. I can't be without her, can't live another day without her beautiful light shining on my demons. Maybe if I’d listened to that voice, I'd have saved us both from the traumatic heartbreak we’d soon face.

  Chapter 8

  Annabelle~A few days later

  Cleo sets down a wine glass in front of me, and I give her a grin. “So, this is what you meant by relaxing?” I take a sip and tell her, “Wow, that’s so good.”

  “It’s my favorite. Willow sends it from one of the wineries Novak owns in L.A.,” she says as she sits with Devin in her arms.

  After Arnold’s call, we took the next flight to Seattle. Foster called everyone and gave them a heads up. As much as I wanted to get some rest, I was excited to meet the people Foster has been talking about. Cleo was first on our list and I didn’t know what to expect from a crime king’s wife. She was a complete surprise; smart, beautiful, and a fantastic mother. When I look at Lawson and Cleo, I see love and loyalty shining between them. It’s something I feel the beginnings of with Foster and myself, and I hope one day we have what they do.

  “She needs to start sending me some too,” I joke, returning to the conversation. I look toward the hallway that leads to the office. “God, they’ve been in there so much the last two days.”

  “I’ve never seen Foster so scared and angry. This Arnold guy is bad news. Lawson and I have our own beef with him,” she says, cuddling Devin.

  “He told me what happened. I’m sorry you went through that.”

  “It all worked out, which is all that matters,” she smiles.

  “So, you’ve known Foster a while now,” I start out, probing her for answers. I’ve been dying to since we first got here, but haven’t had the guts to until now.

  “Feels like that, he’s a great man and an important friend to us, actually he’s family.” She looks me over again and reaches across the table to grasp my hands. “I’m so happy he found you. He’s always had a sad and lonely air to him,” she comments.

  This makes me sad for him, but happy I'm the one who made him come alive. Over the last few days, it’s felt like a dream, even with the threat of Arnold hanging over us. We’ve made love every chance we get and talked a lot, deepening our bond. I look at Devin and can’t help but feel a pull in my heart and possibly my ovaries.

  “Can I hold him?” I ask Cleo who smiles and passes him to me. He’s beautiful, but how could he not be with his parents looking like they do. “Hello, Devin,” I coo. He garbles some sounds in return since he's only a few months old. Meeting him seriously makes me want one.

  Just then we hear a noise, and Lawson’s men come out. I met them when we first arrived and they seem loyal, just like Jace and Cole are to Foster. Liam, Owen, Andrew, and Levi join us in the kitchen and chat with us for a bit. They’re real characters, telling me jokes that make me laugh.

  “Hey, you’ve got your queen. Leave ours alone,” I hear Jace behind me and turn to see him and Cole giving them playful glares.

  “Queen?” I ask, looking towards Cleo.

  She rolls her eyes as she informs me, “They’re talking about you. Foster is the King of Oregon, and you are his Queen.”

  “What? It's not…” I stop because I was going to say it's not like that, but it is, or at least I hope so for Foster.

  “Relax, we’re just making her feel welcome,” Andrew says.

  “You guys done flirting? I think we gave you orders,” Lawson's voice booms out as he enters the room, Foster beside him.

  “On it, boss,” Levi says and the guys leave.

  Foster comes behind my chair and stares at me holding Devin. “You look perfect with a baby in your arms,” he tells me then leans down to kiss the top of my head.

  “You think so?” I ask, smiling up at him.

  “Yeah, makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.” He nuzzles my neck, and his beard makes me giggle. When I glance at Cleo and Lawson, I see them staring at Foster like he’s an alien. “What?” He asks in his gruff voice.

  “Nothing, I just didn’t know you were part kitty cat,” Lawson snickers. Cleo jabs him in the side, and I scowl at him. “What? It’s a joke,” he tries to defend himself.

  Suddenly, an alarm sounds through the whole house and the lights cut off, leaving only the emergency ones on. Devin starts wailing in my arms, and I quickly hand him back to Cleo.

  “What’s happening?” I turn to ask Foster.

  “Lawson?” Foster growls.

  “Boss, incoming. Multiple assailants attacked the outer gate, they hit hard,” Andrew informs Lawson as he comes rushing in the room.

  “We’re under attack?” Cleo gasps, looking at Lawson.

  “They broke through the main gate,” Co
le yells as he joins us.

  “Arm the men to the max. Do not let them advance further. Do what you need to keep them back,” Foster barks out.

  “Follow me, now.” Lawson grasps Cleo's arm and we follow him to the finished basement where he opens the back wall. Inside is a very nice panic room that looks more like a hotel suite.

  “Get in, both of you. Do not open this door for anyone,” Lawson puts Cleo in and Foster pushes me in next.

  “What? No way! We can help,” Cleo argues, taking the words out of my mouth.

  “Cleo, we have a child now. You need to protect him, so let me protect you. Now stay in here and don’t come out until I say so,” he growls at her.

  “Same to you, Annabelle. This’ll be over before you know it,” Foster says like its just some chore. Then he lays a passionate, hard kiss on me, leaving me breathless, and says, “Sit, angel,” before closing us inside.

  I look around the large room and notice it’s supplied with everything, including things for Devin. There’s also a wall of monitors showing us every inch of the property inside and out.

  “It looks like a war zone out there,” Cleo says as she watches them.

  “I hope they’ll be okay,” I tell her, concerned.

  “It’ll work out, Anna.” Cleo touches my hand.

  I stare at the monitors and see the men fighting, listening as they talk about needing an advantage and a higher assault making something click in my head.

  “Cleo does Lawson have any grenades?” I ask, her eyes widen in shock, but she recovers quickly.

  “His armory is in the office so there’s a whole bunch there,” she tells me. “What are you going to do?”

  “Help them. You heard those men. I think throwing grenades would classify.”

  “Stay safe. I don’t want Foster to lose you,” she tells me.

  “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

  I open the door and head toward the office. I can hear the gunfire and yells from outside. I rummage through the desk until I find the drawer of grenades. I gather them up, stuffing as many as possible in my pockets, then rush to the roof and look at the war zone below me. What I can assume are Arnold's men are gaining on the house. I pull the pin out of one and throw it close to a pack of men. It goes off, scattering them away from Foster, Lawson, and the others. I do this over and over, glancing down again when I run out. They’re not overwhelmed anymore, and I see the rest of Arnold’s men being chased off or taken down. I sigh in relief, then stand and head toward the main floor.