Chapter Twenty-Two #2
“Give me one good reason, baby girl,” he warned, pressing his jean clad erection against me.
We hadn’t had each other in over two weeks.
Life had been too much of a shit show to focus on our physical needs, despite how strong they were.
"Give a reason why I shouldn't bury myself inside you right now. "
My body was aching for him, more so than usual.
I smiled at him, feeling a small ounce of happiness for the first time in days. “You don’t like it when other men get to hear my screams.”
“They need to know who the fuck you belong to,” he chuckled, pulling my head back further so he could expose the column of my neck.
His kisses left a trail of fire along my skin, his arms wrapping around my body.
“I missed you,” he rasped, his free arm banding around my waist, holding me so tightly, my heart was on overdrive.
My soul smiled.
“I missed you too.” My face nestled into him, inhaling his scent. It washed over me like summer rain, reminding me of simpler times.
He pulled away, his hands dropping low on my waist. “How is he?” he whispered, his voice gentle, and I knew he was talking about Aiden.
“He misses his daddy.” When I saw him last night, right after he hugged me, he asked where his daddy was.
Was I jealous that he wasn’t so much of a “Momma’s boy,” anymore? Hell yes.
The love of my life’s face grew serious. “When this shit is over, I'm taking him to Disney World and buying him whatever he wants.”
I raised a brow. “Planning on turning him into a spoiled brat, Dean?”
“Spoiled, yes. Brat, no,” he smiled, his teeth shining bright in this dull house.
The way he loved our kid.
I kissed him once more.
“Have you talked to James?”
He winced. “Yeah, when I landed. He was on his way to see Haley.”
“What?” I hissed. He hadn’t seen her yet?
He sighed, “Baby girl, give the man a break.”
I glared. “He told me I couldn’t see her until he did.”
Dean looked down the hall of the tiny, old house. “Valid in my book.”
I dropped my hands to his chest, my fingers splaying over his tight muscles. “She is my best friend, and we almost lost her,” I murmured, my eyes stinging as he looked back down at me.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “And we got her back.”
“We can’t do this anymore.”
My steps faltered as Casey’s voice filled my ears.
Who was she talking to?
James?
I was back at the field office, ready to fight my way through the wall that was James Garner to see my best friend. Dean thought I was a selfless human, but not when it came to this. I needed to lay eyes on her, to see her take a breath in front of me. I needed to see her warm smile and green eyes.
To make sure she was okay. That she survived whatever terrors she’d been through.
“Don’t bullshit me, honey. You and I both know this isn’t going anywhere.”
My mouth fell open at the sound of Jer’s voice, my feet stopping all together. I looked around to make sure no one else was in the hallway outside of Casey’s office. Whatever was going on between Jer and Casey was probably something the Bureau didn’t need to know about.
Me, on the other hand…
I leaned against the wall beside her door, waiting for her response.
“Jeremy…”
“You are strong, honey, but not strong enough to fight this,” my friend said, his voice gentle and heated.
I felt a blush crawling up my neck at the sound.
What the hell happened on that extraction mission?
Was Dean right?
“I think you should go,” Casey said. Her voice was firm, but even from outside the door, I could hear the uncertainty.
“This isn’t over, Casey…”
I darted down the hall, not catching the last of his sentence. As I rounded the corner, I heard her door open. Twisting my neck, I tried to catch a mere glimpse of him. If I could just see his face—
I hit a wall.
A familiar wall.
A Dean-shaped wall.
His hands landed on my upper arms to steady me, and when I looked up at him, those hazel eyes were dancing with amusement. “Whatcha doing, baby girl?”
I gulped. What I just witnessed wasn’t my business to tell. “I need to pee,” I lied.
A single brow rose, making him look even more delicious than he already was. He had pulled his hair up into his messy bun on the way here, and I craved to yank it free. “Bathroom is the other way.”
“Oh, silly me,” I laughed and turned around, leaving his grasp.
“Gwen.”
Son of a bitch.
His body came up to my back, making me feel small. He was the only man who had the ability to do that, and I loved him more for it. Tall girls liked feeling small too. His lips found the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending tingles down my spine.
“You were always such a terrible liar.”
I huffed, “Tony Romano wouldn’t agree with you.”
Boom.
In the next second, my back was against the nearest wall, his arms caging me in. He lowered his head, his bearded jaw tight with frustration and annoyance. The jealousy in his eyes made my core clench. One hand snaked up to grab the back of my neck, his fingers gripping my hair.
“Do I need to fuck you on another table, hmm?”
Oh, God.
“Dean, it was just a jo—”
“That man wanted you, touched you, and I killed him for it. Nothing about this is a joke to me, Gwen. I am a possessive asshole, remember?” His voice was lower and rougher than before, causing me to suck in a breath and hold it.
His eyes held mine. “I have no issues fucking you until your throat is raw from screaming my name, baby girl. Right here.”
I needed a good fucking from him. We both knew it. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that if I nodded my head, my face would be pressed against this wall, my body bent at the waist, and my jeans around my ankles.
He would fuck me until I cried.
“This is a federal building,” I reminded him.
“I ran out of fucks to give about four years ago,” he deadpanned, tilting his head. His bearded jaw was tighter than before, doing nothing to help the situation in my panties.
“For fuck’s sake.”
Both of our heads snapped to the side to find James glaring at us, his hands on his hips. His hair was wilder than usual.
“Need something, Garner?” Dean asked casually.
“No sex in the hallway,” he snapped.
I looked at Dean at the right moment to see him crack a teasing smirk. “Just in the interrogation rooms then, huh?”
What? My brows shot to the ceiling.
“Dean!”
Haley.
My heart fell into my stomach at the sound of her sweet voice. She came around her agent, her green eyes wide as she stared at my baseball player in disbelief. He chuckled.
“Good to see you, Red,” he said softly, stepping away from me as she came to him.
I remained against the wall, my eyes taking in every single inch of her, making mental notes of the way she limped slightly, the wince she gave when she leaned her weight on her right side. I checked for cuts, bruises, malnourishment. Anything.
She was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and a T-shirt from Sullie’s bar. Her auburn hair was up in a bun, stray hairs falling around her face. The color in her cheeks let me know the interrogation room sex was probably true.
When Dean took her in his arms, I watched how gentle he was with her, not squeezing too tight. He whispered something into the top of her head, and she buried her face in his chest, her body shaking.
My heart fluttered back up to its original place.
He just apologized to her.
After placing a kiss on the top of her head, he released her and guided her to face me.
“Hi, G.”
I crumbled, charging toward her as a sob broke free from the both of us. We met in a tight but cautious embrace, our faces buried in each other’s shoulders as we clung to one another, trying to find our small flickers of light that had been diminishing in this dark, cruel game.
“I’m sorry. I am so sorry,” she breathed into my shirt, her tears soaking the fabric.
I shook my head against her, my tears soaking her shirt right back. “Don’t you dare be sorry for being brave, Haley. I am so fucking proud of you.”
Our knees gave out, both of us crumpling to the floor in an emotional heap. She pulled back to look at me, her hands cupping my face. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” I choked out, bringing her to me again. My best friend, my sister. We rocked back and forth, neither of us giving a shit that we were in the middle of an FBI hallway. The agents could get fucked for all I cared. I needed my best friend right now.
“I have to tell you something,” she whispered, turning her head away from James. My eyes darted up to the agent to find him watching us with a concerned expression. Dean was leaning against the opposite wall, his arms over his chest, warmth present in his eyes as they bounced back from Haley to me.
I nodded, letting her know I understood.