Chapter 13 #3
“I worked with a group of scientists, biologists, and cinematographers. We weren’t just coworkers. We were a family.”
Her voice is so quiet that I move to the other side of the bar to hear her. She still hasn’t turned around. I haven’t moved closer because I know if I get my hands on her, she won’t finish. She needs this space.
“I’d worked with them for a couple years.
We wanted to go follow the elephants from Botswana and into Zimbabwe.
I knew the danger. I’ve already told you about the Brigade and the Akashinga.
I thought we would be safe. That nothing could touch us.
God, I was so wrong. The Brigade slaughtered all of them.
I should be dead. But I fought and made my way back over the border to get away from them.
I spent months in the hospitals, so many surgeries. So much pain.”
I can’t take it anymore, and I round the island to get to her. I wrap my arms around her body as she cries.
“Baby, you’ve been to war too,” I say to her. “Tell me more. What about Mari’s father? Did he die that day too?”
“Yes, he died, but it wasn’t what I expected.
He’d used me to get the coordinates for the trackers on the elephants.
He worked for the Brigade.” Her head falls back against my chest. “When I found out he’d betrayed me, I was so angry.
I didn’t love him. I had no clue yet he was a member of the Brigade.
But I did find out he was married. He was angry with me.
I called his wife and told her about us.
” She huffs. “She proceeded to tell me she knew all about me. I didn’t know I was pregnant with Mari until right before the attack.
I didn’t tell him about her before he died because I knew it would be another reason for him to kill me. ”
“He tried to kill you?” I turn her around so I can see her eyes.
She tries to lower her gaze, but I tip up her chin so she has to look at me.
“He not only left me Mari to remember him by, but the scars on my side and shoulder as well.”
“Fuck.”
“Yep.” She doesn’t say anything else.
“Who was the guy you had tea with yesterday?” I ask.
I know his name, but I want her to tell me. Her body stiffens, and she pulls from me. I try to fight her, but I don’t want to hurt her, so I let her go. She moves through the kitchen to the entrance.
“You’re having me followed? Or are you following me?”
I’m not going to lie to her.
“Spitfire, every night I’ve watched over you.
I know there is more going on here, and I want to know it all.
Yes, I’m having you followed. Because I love you.
” I’m on her instantly. I push her body against the wall as she tries to fight me.
I reach down and pull her up my body, molding us together.
“Did you hear me?” I demand as the fight leaves her body and she rubs against my cock.
Her heat coming from her core against me.
“I did.” Her head falls back and her eyes close. “I love you too,” she says, and I take her lips again like I’ve wanted to all night.
Her words are like fire through my veins.
I reach between us where her dress has moved up, exposing her thin panties.
I rip them from her body as she reaches between us too.
Her hands fighting around mine to release my cock.
My lips move across her throat and back to her lips.
Drinking from her. When I’m finally free of my jeans, her little hands wrap around my width, and my head falls back. I’ve missed her.
“Fuck, baby, I need in you,” I say, and she lines me up.
I push inside her in one long stroke. Her head hits the wall behind her, her body arches as she takes all of me.
“I love you and want you and Mari forever in my life,” I tell her.
She moans as she leans forward and licks up the column of my neck before taking my earlobe between her lips and sucking it.
I pull out and thrust into her hard. Our bodies move without rhyme or reason.
It’s sloppy and uncoordinated. But it’s her and me.
Just the two of us. I know I shouldn’t take her bare, but I can’t stop myself.
Marking her from the inside, making her mine after she finally gave me the truth and the words I’ve been craving is all I can think about.
I feel her start to tighten around me. The flutters of her vaginal wall causes the tingle in my back. I don’t want to come yet, but I can’t hold it off. It’s been two weeks since I’ve had her.
I grab her hands and hold them against the wall above us, pushing into her tight.
There is no space between our bodies as I move just my hips, slamming into her harder than I should.
But I can’t stop that either. She screams into my mouth as she comes.
I plant myself in deep as her orgasm takes me over.
The barbaric side of me howls in my head as my cum coats her insides.
I want her to have my kid. I can’t wait to see her round with my child.
I make love to her repeatedly throughout the night, taking her bare so many times it’ll be a miracle if she doesn’t get pregnant.