Page 34 of Burn Bag (Owens Protective Services #31)

KAVANAUGH

I stared at her kissable lips, bruised from my kisses, and had to tear myself away from her. Fuck, the taste of her skin on my lips, the way she creamed so easily from my touch, and the feel of her body coming undone in my arms was too much of a high to walk away from.

But I had to.

Fuck, I really had to. That glassy look in her eyes as she stared at me, ready to ask me to take her upstairs…I couldn’t do it. Not when I knew what would happen.

So, I turned tail and ran.

More like stomped away in anger. How the fuck had this happened? How had I not seen it? She was right there in front of me, gorgeous and fucking amazing. A little insane, and maybe that’s what made it so difficult to see what was happening.

I was fucking jealous.

Jealous of men who were already married, who were only there to watch her because that’s what everyone did when Fox started training one of the new wives or girlfriends. We bet to see who would match up against Eva, who could hold out the longest in his training.

And yet, all I could think about was the fact that she looked so fucking gorgeous and all those men were watching her. Fox had his fucking hands on her, touching her and adjusting her grip.

No, it was not sexual.

But my brain went offline the moment I saw it. And then she started talking about them, describing them as if they were her own personal meat market. And what the fuck about me?

I was her fucking husband, and I would make sure she never looked at any of them ever again. I touched her, I tasted her, and then I fucking ran.

I stormed out of the house and was in the gym just five minutes later, ready to kill anyone who approached me. I was beating the shit out of the bag when Red strolled in, grinning at me like the idiot he was.

“Something funny?” I snarled.

“Oh, just the way you pissed all over your wife not even an hour ago. And now you’re here, which means something happened.”

Something definitely happened. I’d lost my fucking mind. “Go away.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “What I just witnessed is definitely something we need to talk about.”

“Since when are you a woman?”

“Since I watched you storm out of your house when you should be inside fucking your woman. I just had to find out what the hell had you so wound up that you had to run away from her at all hours of the night.”

Sighing, I caught the bag as it was about to swing back and hit me in the face. I really wanted to beat the shit out of him, though I knew he didn’t deserve it.

“She said you’re the built redneck. That your muscles are distracting.”

“Redneck?” he grunted, flinching back. “I take offense to that.”

“And Johnny is the brute, sexy cowboy. And there was some other shit that set me off, also.”

His low chuckle just pissed me off even more. “So, she was checking us out. ”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled.

“You know, that’s when you take her aside and do what any normal, red-blooded male would do.”

“I did,” I snapped. “Or, I tried.”

He winced, obviously misunderstanding my meaning.

“I had her on the counter and I made sure she understood who her man was, but then…then I fucking lost it.”

“Ah, premature ejaculation. It happens. Not to me, but?—”

“That’s not what I’m fucking talking about,” I snapped. “I was standing there, staring at this woman who has somehow ended up married to me, and she’s fucking insane. My house is filled with cats! Fox wants to create an army!”

“That sounds like him.”

“And I shouldn’t be fucking jealous. I’m not that guy.”

“You are exactly that guy,” he pointed out. “I believe that was one of your biggest issues with Isla.”

I glared at him for effect, but he was right. I had been a jealous ass.

“I like her,” I admitted. “I don’t know why or how?—”

“Aside from the fact that she’s insanely hot and a little crazy.”

“And then she started listing off your traits like it was a fucking bachelor auction, and I lost it.”

“As you should.”

“But then…” I sighed, closing my eyes as my head dropped back. “I fucking like her, man. I really like her.”

“You said that. Which is good because she’s your wife.”

“You don’t get it. I actually fucking like her.”

“Again, I’m not seeing the issue.”

I gritted my teeth, pissed that I let this happen. “I wasn’t expecting it. I mean, I wanted a wife. I wanted the happy family and all that shit, but it was supposed to be with Emily.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She fit the profile. She ticked all the boxes!”

“And Daphne is a chaotic mess.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t even know anything about her. ”

“You know, that could be because most people date the woman they’re going to marry.”

His sarcasm was not welcome, but he was right. “I don’t want to fuck this up, Red,” I admitted. “I screwed everything up with Isla by moving too fast. I was a jealous fucking idiot, and when I had Daphne on the counter…all I could think about was possessing her.”

“Again, that’s not a bad thing. And you can’t really screw it up since you’re already married to her.”

I glared at him, wishing he would just get it. “I did it all wrong, and now…she’s mine, but I could screw it up just like I do everything else. And then she’ll leave. I just can’t?—”

I couldn’t lose another fucking person. This whole marriage thing was supposed to make things simple, and instead, I found myself wanting to know more about my wife, find out what made her tick, and why she was so damn…quirky. That wasn’t supposed to be the way this happened, and yet…it was.

“Things could be worse,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder. “You could hate her.”

I huffed out a laugh. “That wouldn’t make things worse. I think Daphne could be absolutely hideous and I’d still want her.”

“Really?” he frowned.

“Well, maybe not, but either way—” I shoved my hand through my hair and sighed. “What the fuck do I do?”

“Well, you could start by finding out more about your wife. And then you could actually do something insane like date her. And if you’re really serious about this whole marriage thing, you could take it one step further and actually sleep with her.”

Fuck, I really wanted that. “You make it sound so simple.”

“Well, it really is. You like her. So, do what you should have done from the start and date the woman.”

I grunted in agreement.

“You know, the crazy thing is, you wouldn’t have met her if you’d never done that search for Emily. Strange, don’t you think? You wanted a simple marriage, and you’ve got possibly the love of your life. Shit like that just doesn’t happen to everyone. ”

“Except around here,” I muttered.

“Well, you may have a point there.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Go home. Get in bed with your wife and don’t screw this up.”

I sighed, wondering if it was really that simple.

Right now, everything felt impossible, but somehow, I had to make this work.

I wanted it more than I had wanted anything in the past year.

My life had flashed before my eyes, and I didn’t like what I saw.

I didn’t want to die on this job with a ton of regrets.

I wanted peace.

I wanted a loving wife.

I wanted…I grinned as I thought back to the look of pure ecstasy on Daphne’s face when I made her come. Then I tore off the gloves and stalked out of the gym to go home to my wife.

“Daphne!” I called out as the door slammed shut behind me.

I checked every room on the first floor, but didn’t find her anywhere. That left her upstairs. I took them two at a time, storming into the room, ready to take her right now, but all I found was an empty room.

I almost turned and stormed out of the room when I heard humming coming from the bathroom. I almost turned around and walked out, but then a thought hit me. What if she was in the bath?

Naked, full of bubbles, slick…

I was across the room in seconds, tapping on the door and waiting for her response.

“Yeah?”

“Daph?” I asked, praying she was in the tub and not on the toilet.

“I’m in the bath!” she called out.

A grin slid across my face as I turned the knob on the door and sauntered inside. My eyes immediately took in the sight, my cock growing hard just imagining her under all those bubbles. Fuck, I wanted to get in with her, but the tub wasn’t nearly big enough to fit both of us .

“Enjoying yourself?” I choked out, barely keeping my cool.

“I haven’t had a bath in ages,” she answered, her eyes closed as her head rested against the ledge. She sighed sleepily, her foot tapping against the lip of the tub as bubbles slid over her skin, dripping back into the water.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. That tangle of hair was still on top of her head and her face was free of makeup, with only a slight sheen of sweat from the heat of the tub. It was a fucking gorgeous look on her.

I was kneeling by the tub before I even realized I was moving. I wanted nothing more than to haul her out of the tub and throw her down on the bed, but that wouldn’t do. No, I was supposed to be taking things slowly, learning more about her.

I would not fuck this up.

“You look gorgeous.”

Her eyes flew open at the coarse tone in my voice. With her cheeks flushed from the heat, I couldn’t tell if she was blushing or not, but fuck, I wanted those cheeks to turn red from me.

I told myself not to do it, not to let my hand wander and touch her when I was supposed to be doing things the right way. But my body had other ideas, going against everything inside me for just a touch of her.

Green eyes stared back at me as my hand slid into the water and caressed her silky leg. Fuck, I was hard, but this wasn’t about me. Not entirely. I wanted to touch her again, to feel her come undone from my touch, but that was as far as it would go.

I trailed my fingers over her knee, dipping lower to her thigh. Breath hitching, she spread her legs wider, her eyes slipping closed as she dropped her head back just as my fingers slid over the junction of her thighs.

Those plump lips opened on an O, sucking in a ragged breath as I slowly dragged my knuckle over her clit, back and forth, teasing her just to see her get all worked up.

And there it was, the stain on her cheeks that told me she definitely wasn’t blushing before. But fuck, now she was so fucking perfect. Her lip caught between her teeth as I pumped one finger inside her, feeling the slight tremor of her body as she took me.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come.” My voice rumbled out in an unrecognizable tone that surprised me. Pressing my other hand to my cock, I refused to come like a kid in my pants, but I was fucking close.

“Let me see those beautiful eyes,” I commanded, slipping a second finger inside her. “Open up and show me just how much you want me.”

Her head lolled to the side and she dragged her lust-filled eyes open, staring at me with so much need that I nearly climbed into the tub with her right then. But I somehow managed to hold back, clenching my teeth as I fought every desire raging through me.

A stuttered gasp left her mouth as I flicked my thumb over her clit, pumping in and out of her.

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my fingers just like you would my cock.”

She pulsed around me, her eyes closing.

“Don’t,” I snapped. “I want your eyes on me when you come.”

A moan slipped past her lips as she forced her eyes back on me.

The haze settling over her face, the quiver of her lips, the way her legs shook as I worked her pussy…

fuck, it was all so beautiful. I could barely hold back the groan that worked its way through my chest. I wanted her—fucking needed her right now.

I flicked the button on my jeans and tore down the zipper, grabbing my thick cock in my left hand as water sloshed over the tub with every pump of my fingers inside her pussy.

I gripped my dick, groaning at how fucking sensitive I was right now.

It only took two pumps to feel my balls draw up.

Two more and I was coming in my hand, just as she shattered, crying out my name as her hand flew to the top of the tub, squeezing the edge like she was about to go under.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her whole body spasming as my hand caught between her thighs.

I kept pumping, drawing out every last drop of cum from her sweet pussy.

But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Not until I was balls deep inside her, hearing her scream my fucking name as she came on my cock.

And even then, I wasn’t sure I would be satisfied .

Taking my hand off my cock, still filled with my cum, I grabbed her chin and slammed my lips down hers. My tongue tangled with hers in a bruising kiss that did nothing to calm my already hardening cock.

Finally, I tore myself away from her, brushing my cum over her lips just before I stood and stormed out of the room. Water dripped from my arm as I raised my hand to my lips and sucked the remnants of her cum off my fingers.

“Fuck, she tastes amazing.”

I tucked myself back in my jeans, my dick pressing against the zipper as I fled to the kitchen for a drink. There was no fucking way I’d be able to sleep in bed with her tonight without taking her hard and making her officially mine.

Sometimes marriage sucked like that.