Chapter 30
Bronte
She’s fine.
I’m not.
I had always planned on driving Meirna and me to Boston myself, but after last night, it’s not doing what it’s supposed to be doing, and that’s driving down my nerves.
Before, it was because Meirna was meeting the most important people in my life.
Today, it’s that and Bobby trying to rape my fucking wife.
I can’t get the view out of my head of him on top of her.
I couldn’t tell you what he said, if his pants were off or on, if he had already done something.
All I know is that I ripped him off, punched him in the face somewhere, and my men carried him off.
I told Meirna before I wasn’t above murder or violence toward my brother when it came to her, I don’t remember which I agreed to.
They’re both the same.
However, I can’t trust that he’s not going to move again on some desperate attempt to regain his power over her, and once is enough.
Once, could get Meirna assaulted.
I don’t think murder under my name will make Meirna feel warm and fuzzy inside, so I gave Franco Giordano a gift.
It’s not ideal.
Not in the fucking slightest.
I want to be the one who breaks bones on Bobby and muddles his face with cuts, bruises, and blood, but Meirna wanted to still go to Boston.
And I wasn’t going to tell her no.
In the long run, the importance of her wanting to stay married to me is more important than wreaking havoc on my brother for sneaking into her bedroom and trying to assault her.
However, it still doesn’t put me into a relaxed state.
At all.
I’m way past the definition of pissed off and violent. And, while I should be enjoying my drive with Meirna, I’m not.
Not because of her, but because Franco Giordano is handling my brother’s beat down and I’m not.
I normally don’t outsource shit like this. However, I’m not looking to risk my relationship with Meirna because I’m too much for her.
I am too much for her, but there’s a time and place where I might cross a line she’ll never forgive me for.
And it’s Bobby’s death.
I gave Franco Giordano strict instructions not to kill him but to handle his and my problem.
Then to let him free.
However, I know Bobby is going to come back.
So, my question to Meirna is going to be this: what do you want me to do?
He’s not going to stop.
I’m not going to not deal with it.
And that is the first and last time it’s ever going to go down where Meirna’s safety is jeopardized. There’s no world I would forgive myself if he violated her, and I’m not going to spend the rest of my life worrying about him.
“Stop brooding while you drive and eat.”
We stopped at a burger place, some old fifties-themed joint, and Meirna ordered.
All I did was hand over my credit card.
She’s acting fine, sounds fine, like it was a nightmare of mine and she wasn’t starring in it at all. She’s been singing along to every Christmas song that comes on, still in the spirit of the holidays and completely content in my passenger seat.
“I will,” I reply noncommittally, staring ahead as we drive down the expressway through slush and falling snowflakes.
The last thing I want to do is eat. I’m trying my best to get my head right before I arrive at my mother’s house because she’ll see right through my bullshit.
Food appears near my mouth.
“Eat.”
My lips part, biting down on a hamburger with ketchup, mustard, and pickles.
Then I silently chew.
“You’re still upset.” I shake my head even though that’s a lie.
I’m fucking furious.
I didn’t know how to console her properly, but I helped her pack, get her out of that apartment, and to my hotel room, where she stayed close to me all night.
She slept.
I stayed awake, plotting different ways to make Bobby’s life a living hell or how he would die.
“Bronte, I promise nothing happened.”
I believe her.
She’s already said it twice today.
But it doesn’t stop replaying the moment I walked into her bedroom. The way I saw red and felt fear that strong.
“I’m fine, Daydream. Just driving.”
“You’ve barely looked at me all day.”
Well, that’s not true. I’ve been searching for any sign of distress on her face since we left New York.
“I’d love to look at you,” I divulge. “But they taught you to keep your eyes on the road while driving.”
“Did they discourage road head, too?”
Mindlessly, I steal a glance of disbelief at her because that was not what I was expecting to come out of her mouth.
I find her with a full-blown smile like she caught me in something and perked brows.
“Is that on the table?” I ask wholeheartedly because my cock just began to stand to attention for that kind of enthrallment. “Because all I wanted to do was get you safely to Boston.”
“It can be,” she replies in this sultry little tone that has me twitching again. “But if you think the roads are too bad—”
“I can drive in snow, Daydream. I just have to keep my foot off the gas when you deep throat me.”
Meirna shifts in her seat out of my peripheral and rids herself of the food we got. “Take your cock out.”
My fingers have never gotten to my jeans so fast, undoing the button and unzipping the zipper before I fish for my rock-hard cock, throbbing in my palm.
“You ate a hamburger,” she mutters, leaning over the center console of my SUV and waiting patiently.
“Yeah?”
She doesn’t give more explanation behind that when she hovers her face over my crotch, then wraps her perfect lips around my tip.
I groan involuntarily, thrusting my hips impatiently upward to get more of her warmth.
She answers by giving me a little suck before her tongue laps underneath my length and goes down for more.
With every ounce inside me, I force myself to remain still and attempt to focus on the road. Large snowflakes hit the windshield but immediately melt from the defrosters as Meirna goes deeper and more painfully perfect.
Squeezing the steering wheel, Meirna starts humming Jingle Bells around my cock, and I notice the song playing on the radio. I married a woman obsessed with Christmas and chants holiday songs while giving head.
I don’t know if I should be annoyed that she’s not paying close attention to my cock while she’s on it, or if she’s that cool and collected with it being in her mouth that she can multitask both.
Regardless, her pretty mouth is on my cock, and I’m barely able to contain the urge to fuck her face.
Meirna grips my thigh, bobbing her head around me, creating rumbles of pleasure and pain in my chest.
My balls clench and contract, begging for release, and the thought of her swallowing my cum almost has me losing the small amount of control I have.
“You’re doing such a good job,” I praise as I slowly rock my hips to gain a rhythm. “You trust me, Daydream?”
She bobs her head immediately, stroking my ego and the fact that she does so freely.
My palm immediately lands on the back of her head, and I push it further down my length, earning the pleasure I’m craving right in my gut and sack.
I hit the back of Meirna’s throat on the next thrust, earning a gag from her and another wave of lust. My fingers tighten on her hair as I feel my control slip.
She doesn’t know how good she feels and how long I’ve wanted to do things like this. With no hiding, pretending to be someone I’m not, or at certain times of the year.
It’s all out in the open, black and white, and she’s freely giving me head because she wants to.
Because she’s finally seeing how devoted and dedicated I am to her.
“Fuck,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “You’re going to make me come.”
Meirna deepthroats me again of her own volition, and I have to fight my eyes from rolling back.
I haven’t had her since Prague.
She’s been on my mind since then, and how I hoped our future was going to go. But I never imagined her implying sucking my dick while I drive us to visit my mother.
Last thing.
Meirna sucks my tip, teasing and imploring me to lose my shit again and shove her back down.
So, I do.
I never said I was a man of patience and morals when it came to getting what I want from Meirna.
The animalistic need to have all of her, at the max, is something that burns fiercely in my veins.
She takes my cock like a trooper; once, twice before she struggles and strains, but doesn’t try to get up.
No, my girl takes me like she was born to swallow my cock and choke on my cum.
The thought makes me reel as my focus on the road gets harder and harder to manage.
Meirna trusts me enough to keep sucking me off. Giving me zero relief from my pending orgasm, as the last twenty-four hours aren’t even a thought in my mind anymore.
Two more thrusts and I empty my release between her soft lips, pumping every ounce inside her mouth because it has to be that way.
It’s the only way I know she’s in this for real and not the thrill of it.
Meirna doesn’t disappoint, never seemingly too, because there isn’t anything I don’t like about her.
From her sassy little mouth to the way she stays up until the morning hours to bake Christmas cookies.
I wish she were harder to please. It’d give me something to aspire to.
However, she does give me a run for my money when I’m always wondering what she’s thinking. Something my fortune can’t buy unless I have her head examined and printed out for me to study.
My woman gives me two more long sucks, making sure she’s taken all of me before releasing my spent cock and peers up at me.
Those golden eyes gloss in tears, and something I dare not put a name on in fear that it would be too disappointing.
Too hopeful.
Gripping her chin between my thumb and index finger, I quickly lean in and place a punishing kiss on her lips before I’m forced to break it and look away so I don’t kill us.
“Remind me to drive you everywhere.”
A sudden burst of laughter breaks free from Meirna’s lips, and it soaks into my chest like a shot of whiskey, warming the space there.
I just need her to know I’m always going to be here to do everything humanly possible to keep her smiling.
For me.