Chapter 7
“A wolf is born to lead not to follow.” ~Unknown
Axel
In the hospital, I hold my wife’s hand as they stitch up her arm. I ought to have insisted she stay at the hotel with my team. In my defense, I never imagined the assassin would attack us in broad daylight. The bastard has now earned the rank of prime suspect in the murder of Joanne Cormack, AKA Brittany’s roommate.
My bride of less than a year winces before scowling at me. “You should’ve continued the chase.”
“Mmm.” Since the dawn of time, man has known better than to cross that tone of voice. No doubt, Eve employed it on Adam.
Not one to buck the odds, I state the facts. “High-speed chases often lead to deaths. I gave Trev the plate number and am confident the former hacker will find him.”
While we wait for the nurse to bring the discharge papers, I hold her head to my chest, surprised at how fast my heart beats. If the gunman aimed a few inches to the left, I could’ve lost her.
Turning her head, she kisses my knuckles. “I’m fine, Axel.”
“Babe, if anything happened to you…” Swallowing hard, I lean in for a kiss and imagine a life without her. My God, I love her so much, I’m not sure I’d survive.
When our lips part, she cups my cheeks and wipes the wet I didn’t realize had pooled at the sides of my eyes. “I trust you to keep me safe.”
What if I screw up? Clearly, I must up my game and vow to no longer underestimate anyone.
“I’ll be right back.” In need of fresh air, I brush my lips across hers and shoot her a smile.
After pushing aside the gray emergency bay curtain, I walk out the automatic sliding doors and call my go-to geek. “Did you locate him?”
“The car was stolen and left in a cornfield. AI is helping me search satellite feeds and cameras, but it takes time.” While Trever sounds confident, the churning in my gut says otherwise.
No evidence to share, I change the subject. “What did you learn about Cormack’s death?”
“Britt’s roommate was twenty-eight and lived in DC. Nothing sticks out as suspicious other than befriending your ex-partner. Wait… There’s also the fact she died at the same bar where you and your ex were supposed to meet Danbury.”
A sense of foreboding creeps up my spine. “Does the State Police know Brittany and the dead girl were lovers?”
“Noo… Dammit. No more fucking around, Wulf, she needs to turn herself in.”
Phone to my ear, I walk past the guard’s station to the ER bays. “Copy that. Listen, we’ll be leaving for the hotel soon. Can you have someone pick up Britt and bring her to our war room suite? I have a few questions.”
“Don’t we all.” He fills me in on several other leads. By the time we hang up, my wife is raring to go.
Dressed in hospital-provided scrubs, she holds her paperwork in one hand and a plastic bag in the other.
“Ready?” Her gorgeous smile goes straight to my cock.
Ah, hell, someone should’ve warned me. When you marry a gorgeous creature and the urge hits, your location doesn’t matter.
Grabbing Gwen’s hand, I race her into the closest restroom, lock the door, and devour her mouth in a heated kiss. Back to the wall, her fingernails dig into my scalp as I grind my rock-hard erection against her lower abs.
“Hurry up.” She unzips my trousers and frees me.
“Working on it.” As I place her glasses on the baby’s changing table, she kicks off her flip-flops and slides off her cotton pants.
No undies? She’s killing me. I cup her butt, lift her, and set her down on the counter next to the sink.
Leaning back, she spreads her legs so I can kiss her sweet core.
What am I doing? She was shot, for chrissake . “Does your arm hurt?”
“No. Move it, wolfman.” Thighs open, she displays her slick, swollen pearl, and I almost lose my load.
“Will do, sweetheart.” While my thumbs circle her mound, I squeeze her legs, and suck.
The second she’s about to come, knuckles pound on the door. “Hey, can you hurry it up in there?”
I shout at the guy through clenched teeth. “Occupied. Sorry. Sick. I may be a while.”
After he leaves, Gwen giggles. “Oh my fucking God. That’s three for three.”
I nibble her ear and tease her nipples into tight points. “Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?” Her fingers clasp my length, and when she tugs, a bead of cum leaks from the tip.
“Ivan.” Leaning over, I suck her tits and slide my digits into her slick folds.
On the knife’s edge of orgasm, she hisses. “Ivan who?”
“Ivan to fuck my wife until she screams out my name.” I slip her off the counter and turn her. With one hand on her back and one on her hip, I piston inside her and sink to the bone.
“Oh, God!” While she bucks for her high, I reach around her front and press on her favorite spot.
Our pace accelerates, I jackhammer into her, and she pushes back.
“Ah, ahhh.” She comes hard, and her muscle spasms set me off.
One more deep thrust, and I’m gone.
Floating back to earth, I kiss her neck. “Your arm? Was I too rough?”
“Knock, knock.” Her chuckle makes me grin.
I hate to pull out, but we have a long drive ahead. “Who’s there?”
“Havana.” She pulls two paper towels from the holder and, after wetting them, passes one to me.
“Havana who?” As I clean her inner thighs, I smirk at the sex-mussed woman in the mirror.
“Havana I told you how much I love you?” Her silly laughter causes me to groan and roll my eyes.
“That’s incredibly awful.” Squatting, I open her scrub pants’ elastic waistband.
Hands on my head, she steps in. “Not any worse than yours.”
After I pull the cotton up her legs, I lick her swollen lips and cup her cheeks. “Would you at least think about heading back to DC? You could crash at Lucky and Callie’s place and spend some quality time with Abbie. Better yet, take the train to Penn Station and shop in New York.”
“With one of your Patten friends as a bodyguard?” Her head tilts as she shoots me the‘give me a fucking break’face.
“Busted.” At my sheepish grin, she softens her gaze, zips me up, and pats my chest.
“Honey, you must admit I’m safer by your side. Furthermore, I’m not about to allow Miss Babs Barracuda free access to my husband.”
“Believe me, I have no interest in her.” Unlocking the door, I take her arm and lead her to the parking lot.
Hand on the passenger side handle, she stops and shakes her head. “Something about the woman is… off. I can’t put my finger on it, but I do not trust her.”