Chapter 27
Newton
She was twitchy for the entire flight back to Ohio despite the level of security on the private jet.
She eyed every person on the plane as if they might transform into Nathan himself and pluck her from the earth.
Her eyes are tired from darting all over the place by the time I get her inside the interior room of the hotel suite.
Not only will someone have to make it past the two men Kincaid has put at the door, but there are five more inside the living room on the other side of the bedroom we”re occupying.
We”re not idiots. We”re well aware of how dangerous men are when they don”t see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Nathan was kept in isolation after being arrested by Farmington police, limiting his contact with the outside world, but I have no doubt that his attorney, who came into town and stayed there nearly the entire time he was in jail, relayed all sorts of information for him.
Recording those conversations would”ve been a violation of his rights as if the man even deserves to be treated like a human with the things he has done in his lifetime.
There”s still a part of me that hopes Wren was somehow able to tap into the room they met in five times a week and can somehow figure out how to use them against him, but I imagine his boss Deacon Black frowns against such felonious behaviors.
”Sure are a lot of people out there,” she mutters as she plops down on the end of the bed.
She doesn”t look around the room in awe like I did when we first walked in. This place is swanky, possibly the nicest hotel I”ve ever stepped foot in, but she seems indifferent to the accommodations.
I want to tell her that she”s important to me, and that connection makes her important to the club, but I don”t need her worrying about how I feel when she already has so much on her plate already.
”We never travel light,” I say instead. ”We know what”s at stake here, Brielle.”
”I think I”ll get a shower,” she says, exhaustion in her tone to match the heaviness weighing her shoulders down.
”Go ahead,” I urge. ”I”ll unpack our suitcases.”
She swallows as she looks from me to the suitcase she packed as if she wants to argue about unpacking it, and I fully understand the desperation in her eyes. I know there”s a part of her that”s telling her to take off, that getting out of this state increases her safety. I can”t count the number of times my fight-or-flight senses kicked in and urged me to hit the road to stay safe. I also know how hard it is to ignore that urge.
”I”ll just grab your pajamas out of it,” I clarify.
She stands, walks toward me, and presses a quick kiss to my lips before heading into the bathroom.
I wait until I hear the shower turn on before going to her suitcase. I don”t doubt that if she had access to weapons, she would’ve packed as many as she could find into her suitcase. I found a fork hidden under her pile of blankets in the closet when I pulled all of that stuff out of there to wash them once I realized she was staying in the bed with me.
Protecting yourself and making sure you’re safe makes you do things that a lot of people might consider crazy. It didn’t surprise me at all, and I’m a hundred percent sure that if I had tried to attack her, she would’ve stabbed that fork into my skin as far as she could get, and good for her. She needs to take some of the power back that was raped and beaten out of her.
I tilt my head back, looking up at the hotel ceiling. Tonight is supposed to be a good night. I don’t want insidious thoughts in my head trying to ruin it.
I grab her pajamas and the small gift I got for her and head into the bathroom.
I place the items on a towel on the vanity before stripping naked.
“Can I join you?” I ask.
She smiles, her eyes closed as she rinses shampoo from her hair.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” she answers.
I scoop up the gift and wait until she turns back around to face the stream of water before pressing my body to hers.
“I wanted to tell you happy birthday,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her bare shoulder.
Droplets of water hit my face, blinding me for a moment as she turns around in my arms.
I wipe at the water and smile down at her. Sadness fills her eyes.
“You are so fucking important to me, Brielle,” I tell her as I unclasp the necklace and secure it around her neck. “I’m so proud of how brave you are, and I can’t wait to watch you face everything that has ever caused you pain. You’re a dragon slayer, baby.”
She gives me a weak smile before looking down at the necklace. She pulls it away from her skin, taking in the two linked rings and gemstone in the middle. The blue topaz sparkles, making her smile grow.
“It’s a survivor necklace,” she whispers.
“It is,” I confirm.
“I don’t feel like I’ve survived yet.”
I know the confession is hard for her to make, but I’ll do everything in my power to see her through all of this, and every Cerberus and BBS member in Ohio with her will do the same.
She presses her palms to my chest as she looks up at me.
A second later, she starts to lower herself to the floor, and I hate that it automatically makes me wonder if she’s doing it to say thank you. There are a lot of things we have to work on moving past, and this is going to be a big one.
“The only person getting on their knees in this shower tonight, baby, is me.”
I nip at her lower lip before licking the line of her neck, then I lower even further and suck one nipple into my mouth before paying just as much attention to the other.
It isn’t long before I’m on my knees with her leg over my shoulder. I bury my face between her legs, lapping equally at her arousal and the water sliding down her body.
Her fingers tangle in my damp hair, and I love the way she tightens her grip, preventing me from going very far when I have to pull back for a second to catch my breath.
“Tell me what you want for your birthday, baby.”
She licks her lips, her eyes cast down at me.
“I want you inside of me,” she whispers, squealing in the next breath when I shoot up and stand in front of her.
I don’t bother grabbing a towel to dry our bodies before carrying her from the shower and into the bedroom.
Max booked the room and since he didn’t want to make any assumptions about our connection, we ended up with two queen beds, and, honestly, it couldn’t be more perfect. We have a bed to mess up and one to sleep in.
I lay her out gently on the bed, the taste of her still on my tongue when I lean and kiss her lips. She moans into my mouth, pulling me with her when she scoots up the bed.
God, I want to spend all night with her. I want to make her beg for orgasm after orgasm, but doing so would be selfish. She has a huge day tomorrow, first a meeting with the state prosecutors and then the hearing for Nathan Adair. The last thing I want is for her to be exhausted and not on her game.
I run my hand down the outside of her thigh before lifting her leg and pressing her knee into my hip. The movement opens her up for me, and even though the last time we were together like this, we didn’t use a condom, it doesn’t feel right not checking in with her again.
“I brought condoms if you want me to use one.”
Her eyes search mine, but she shakes her head.
“One of these days we’re going to have lots of babies, Brielle. I can’t fucking wait,” I tell her as I pull my hips back, allowing my cock to line up with her slick entrance.
I groan at the grip of her pussy when I press into her. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt anything better in my life.
Her mouth hangs open when I push all the way in, and I love the way her eyes glisten as she watches the pleasure on my face. She’s utterly fucking perfect, and if I get my way, I plan to spend the rest of my life proving that she deserves every good thing that comes her way. We’ll get this shit with Nathan settled and then she doesn’t have to spend her days looking over her shoulder.
“Beck,” she whispers, clinging to me tighter as she rolls her hips, her way of asking me for more.
I give her everything I have, pushing in and pulling back until that low burn ignites in my stomach. I swoop low, knowing I can easily get her off this way because I can feel the warning of my own impending orgasms.
“That’s… umm... perfect,” she moans.
”I love you,” I whisper at the first clench of her pussy around me, and I close my eyes as she takes me right over the edge with her like I knew she would.