Chapter Nine #2
“That day at your office when I showed you Daryl Gore’s photo. I read the distrust in your eyes,” he says without much feeling but I know my brother too well. “Gave me even a bigger reason to wait to tell you anything until I had proof.”
And of course he wouldn’t take the easier route by just talking to me.
I would have believed him over Ryder. Still, it was wrong of me to question my judgment of him.
“I’m sorry for not trusting you,” I tell him, noting how his eyes flash with surprise.
“What you did tonight, saving Sienna, I’m in your debt. ”
“Sure,” my brother shrugs and starts to leave, but I grip his shoulder before he can.
“If I call, will you answer?”
“Maybe.”
And just like that he’s gone. I give myself a few minutes to compose myself, work a little on my temper and dissatisfaction from not getting revenge on Ryder my damn self. I’ll have to find peace with the fact that he didn’t die by my hands.
When I finally make it back to the living room, I’m surprised to find Sienna seated alone, staring out at the window.
She turns when I walk in. “Ghost just left, something about following doctor’s orders to rest,” she says, getting up and walking to me.
“And I spoke to my mom. She and Jude were worried sick and I had to talk them out of coming out here. Told them they needed all the rest they could get for the wedding tomorrow.”
I nod, taking her into my arms. “I’m not going to let Ryder ruin our special day.”
“I’m sorry about him,” she whispers, nuzzling my neck.
“He got what he deserved. He had no right to touch you…Fuck!”
“Hey, I’m okay,” she whispers, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me, her lips brushing against mine softly—in a way meant to soothe, to heal but it sends my dick hardening hard as nails. “We’re fine. Okay.”
"I don't know if I'm going to be fine for a while," I rasp, pushing my face into her neck and inhaling her scent greedily. “Not when I nearly lost you. Christ, I nearly lost you to that fucker.” Just the thought of it makes my knees unsteady. Fuck, maybe I still haven’t gotten a hold of my emotions, not when Ryder’s blood isn’t in my hands.
I never would've suspected him. Hell, he wasn't even on the radar, so it didn't give me a reason to suspect him.
And now, there’s no way to punish a dead man for putting those filthy hands on what was mine! For traumatizing the fucking love of my life.
The need to erase the memory of the man from Sienna's mind drives me to cup her face, deepening the kiss. Fuck, so maybe there is something dark and possessive that craves the assurance that she’s still here.
Still mine.
I try—fucking hell, do I try to take it slow but the taste of her drives me nuts. It calls into the animal in me that had his territory breached, his mate taken. His love was threatened. I back her into the window as I lick into her mouth, hoping to wipe the night away from both of our memories.
“Pope,” she whimpers, wrapping her arms around me as she pushes into the kiss, rocking against my erection. I drop my hands to the rest of her body, desperately trying to touch every part of her all at once, erase Ryder’s touch from her.
Mine.
A voice so loud, so feral echoes in my head.
Makes my blood roar with the desperate need to possess her and she must feel the same way as her hands scratch at my chest, tugging fervently at my shirt and popping a few buttons in the process.
My mouth moves over hers in a frantic dance, each swipe of tongue more desperate than the last.
With a deep grunt, I wind her hair around my fist and tilt her head back to lick a path down her throat, kissing her, marking her as mine.
Mine! All mine.
I capture her mouth back in a desperate kiss, licking the sweetness off her tongue. “I love you,” I rasp against her lips. “I love you so fucking much, Sienna.”
“Show me.”
I spin her around to face the city and yank up her sleeping gown.
With my lips pressed against her neck, I rip her panties down to her knees.
She's wet, dripping when my finger finds her sex. Sienna throws her head back against my shoulder when I slide my middle finger into her drenched sex. “It kills me to think that I almost lost you,” I say roughly into her skin, driving my finger in and out of her sex, slowly at first, savoring her warmth and the sexy little noises she makes. “Tonight will never happen again. I’ll protect you from everything…everyone!”
“I know,” she whimpers, rolling her hips against my hands. “Need you…Pope…please.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice, not when my dick is so hard it hurts.
I make a quick work of unzipping my jeans before driving my cock deep into her tightness.
Her pleasured cries nearly drown my own.
“Jesus Christ,” I say in a shuddering breath, breathing hard into her neck. “I need you so much. I can’t stop.”
Her hands slap against the window as I start stroking in and out of her, my hips smacking against her juicy ass. “Yes,” she cries out, tilting her hips to meet my thrusts. “Faster, Pope. Harder, please!”
I slap a hand on the window next to hers, slamming hard as the animal in me takes over.
The violent need to possess her, erase the night from her mind overtakes everything else as I hammer into her.
The wet sounds of our lovemaking fill the room, drowned by the pleasured little sounds that escape her lips.
I take her like a man possessed and I know I’m not going to fucking last. I want her so badly.
My hand finds her clit, rubbing the soft berry in rough circles as I hammer into her.
I growl when I feel her wetness drip around my shaft and to my busy fingers and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Her cries get louder and breathier. “Pope,” she cries out, bucking in my arms. “Oh God…Pope! I’m so close. Oh God!”
“Come with me, little rabbit,” I rasp into her neck, thrusting faster and harder into her. “Fuck baby, come with me. Do it!”
“Close,” she cries out seconds before she stills against me, a scream tearing from her as her body shudders hard, pussy cinching hard around me…
squeezing and pushing me right off the edge.
I come with a bellow, my balls exploding as I pour my seed into her.
It’s violent, the climax. For both of us. The shudders, rough.
I grip her hair and turn her to the side, kissing her neck and face, seeking her mouth with mine. “I love you,” I pant, my heart racing with both affection and fear unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I realize in the moment how dangerous these new feelings make me. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
“I love you, too,” she whispers, lifting her eyes to mine and the innocence in them floors me. “I’m so happy that we have you.”
I start to kiss her again when her words bring me short and I realize this isn’t the first or second time she’s used the word. “We?”
She smiles dreamily at me, taking my right hand and placing it over her stomach. “Yes. We.”
My eyes widen with surprise, heart racing fast as I search her eyes for the truth. Waiting to wake up and realize that this is a dream and man would that suck. But it's not a dream and she's not lying. "You're pregnant?"
“I found out this morning,” she beams at me, giggling when I pull her hard against me and bury my face into her neck. “I take it you’re happy and hey, we might beat the deadline.”
“Fuck the deadline. You’ve made me the happiest man in the entire world, Sienna.”
Her hand squeezes mine over her stomach and for a moment, we stand in silence, the chaos of the city happening below us and I realize I’ve never felt peace as I do in this moment —with her. "What if we don't wait for tomorrow to get married?" she says quietly.
“What?”
Sienna pulls back from my embrace and turns around to look at me.
She cups my face in a way that sends my heart melting into a marshmallow and the affection I read in her eyes undoes me.
“Let's get married tonight,” she says, brushing her lips against mine.
“Just us two. Let's find a chapel in the strip, and maybe a witness and just get married. Tomorrow, we’ll celebrate with everyone else without having to worry about one other thing happening to stop us.”
“Is that what you want?”
She nods. “Yes, I want to marry you. Tonight.”
I press my forehead against hers. “Alright, baby, let's get married. Tonight. Just us two."