Chapter 14 #3
"Forgotten about that," he muttered as he strode from his daughter's room toward the connecting doors of their suite.
"Lucky for you, not all of my brain cells have been scrambled."
"I'll have to get to work, making sure they are." He laid her down on the bed and made short work of undressing.
This time, it was she that hummed deep in her throat. His flat belly rippled, his erection impressive. "It has to be now."
"Anyone ever told you patience is a virtue?" He leaned over and captured a nipple in his mouth, rolling the tight bud until she could swear she heard her blood bubbling.
"They tried." Her fingers latched onto his thick dark hair, body already surging toward his seeking mouth. "I never listened. Don't stop."
"There's still milk in them."
"I'm still breastfeeding, just minimally. Very soon, they will be all yours."
"I'm not complaining. I'm possessive when it comes to your delectable body." He took the nipple into his mouth and suckled hungrily.
Desire exploded inside her with the sharpness of a double-edged sword!
"Samuel," she breathed. Just the sound of his name in that sultry voice of hers caused him to harden even more. He wanted her more than his next breath.
Abandoning the idea of prolonging the preliminaries, he covered her body with his, driving into her in one sure, swift movement. When she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, he grunted as if in pain as he sank deeper inside her.
"My love," he whispered against her mouth and had to take a minute.
"Mine," she whispered hoarsely, her hands sliding up and down his back. "All mine."
"I'm yours. Now and always." As soon as he started moving inside her, the climax came, violent and immediate.
*****
Frank kept vigil. He decided to keep watch.
It was as cold as a witch's tits outside, but he did not trust that his wife wasn't planning on doing him harm.
She had been gone for hours only to arrive home with the back of the old SUV loaded up.
From his hiding place next door, in old Ms. Cameron's front yard behind the ancient oak tree, he watched as she took out first one cradle and then another.
It seemed as if she had gained extra strength along with her insanity.
Instead of shouting for him to come and help her, she grabbed both cradles under her arms and marched up the steps.
After making several trips, she had completely emptied the vehicle and slammed the door shut. Dancing from one foot to the other to try and ward off the December chill, he found himself wondering what to do. Instinctively, he knew he could not go back inside.
If it was at all possible, his wife had gotten more insane since she left the house.
Something was horribly wrong with her. He had glimpsed the purposeful look on her face and knew she was going to go ahead with her plan very soon.
Imagine, kidnapping some celebrities' babies!
The very thought of it sent terror straight to his very soul.
For her to even consider something like that meant she was all the way off her rocker. The sound of the old woman's door opening had him shrinking back against the tree. He waited with bated breath while she peered outside as if she had noticed something.
To his relief, she stepped back inside and locked her door.
He was going to have to find somewhere to sleep and he knew just the place.
Then he was going to have to do something he did not want to do.
His Christmas Day had gone straight to hell and he was hungry, because for the first time since he met her, Maxy had not bothered to prepare a meal.
*****
"You should be sleeping," he murmured. "Haven't I done enough to tire you out?"
"You did your best." She was nestled with her back against him as he spooned her and it felt wonderful. Their babies were asleep; they had, of course, checked the monitors as soon as they caught their breaths and everything was fine. They were all snuggled inside their cots.
"But?" Brushing back her hair, he kissed her neck. "I didn't do a good job of it?"
"My mind is too wired for me to fall asleep."
"What's going on?"
When she hesitated, he turned her head so he could see her eyes. "Spill."
"I didn't want to spoil the moment."
"Nothing will, except if you start lying."
"I don't lie."
"I know that." His silver eyes bored into hers. "What is it, darling?"
Shifting out of his arms, she turned to face him, placing her hands flat on his chest. "What if they don't find her?"
"They will. Aside from Angelo, I have a retinue of private investigators at my disposal and they're combing every stone to find who the culprit is."
"If in fact it's true that this person has suffered loss, it could account for her state of mind. There's a lady in my group who lost three of her quads and she never recovered."
His expression sharpened. "Have you told this to Angelo?"
"I did," she admitted. "He had her checked out. It's not her, Samuel. I knew that before he did his investigation. That woman is so depressed, she can barely function." Her arms came around his neck. "I just want it over."
"It will be. Soon," he vowed.