Page 105 of Twisted Trust

“B–But he shot me. It hurts so bad!”

“Just bruising, look.” Taking her hand, I guide her fingers over the hole and she very slowly sits up with a wince.

“What?”

“I made sure your dress was reinforced with Kevlar, just in case.”

“Kevlar?” She stares down, gradually catching her breath, and then she looks up at me with tears in her big eyes. “Scott?—”

“Is safe,” I interrupt, cradling her close. “Oh, fuck. I was so scared I was going to lose you.”

“You reinforced my dress and didn’t tell me?”

“I just wanted you safe.”

“Did you know this was going to happen?” She seems torn between sinking into my arms and pushing me away, going back and forth as the truth sinks into her.

“No, but I was covering all possibilities. Safety first. That and I knew we had a traitor, but that doesn’t matter now because you’re safe!”

“Levi!” Maeve smacks me across the face, but it’s weak and as her tears fall, she grabs my collar and drags me in for a messy kiss. “You asshole! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t trust anyone but you, but even someone you could confide in could have betrayed us.”

“I hate you,” Maeve sobs as I help her to her feet and she pushes me away, but only for half a second because she remains clinging to me and drags me back against her.

“I love you,” I say as emotion stings behind my eyes. “But it’s over. It’s finally over. You’re okay and I’m here. I’mhere.”

Maeve sobs softly as she sags into my arms, clutching at me so tightly that her nails almost pierce through my shirt. “It’s really over?”

“Yes,” I promise as I tuck her head against me and lead her out of the room, angling so she doesn’t have to see Antony’s dead body. “It’s really over.”

38

LEVI

“Levi!”

The sweet way she moans my name sends a thrilling shiver down my spine and my hips cock forward a little firmer.

“Levi!”

Louder and louder. I want her screaming my name at the top of her lungs. I want her so boneless that she can’t do anything but lie there looking beautiful and feeling every drop of pleasure I can wring out of her body.

“Levi!”

There it is. Our bodies writhe together, limbs entangled and my cock buried so deep inside her that I never want to leave. Her hair drapes across the pillow like a fan as she presses her head back and arches her body into mine, her nails claw down my sweaty back leaving tingling trails of fire, and her legs tighten around my waist like she’s trying to cut me in half.

Wrapping both my arms around her, I lift her until I’m resting back on my knees and she’s buried in my lap, wrapped up in my arms and bouncing in time to my desperate, needy thrusts.

It’s not enough.

It’s never going to be enough.

We got home from the hospital yesterday and after she tended to Scott, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her. I’ve explored, kissed, and licked every inch I could reach, written my name with my teeth across her shoulders, worshiped every inch of her pussy, and it’s still not enough.

It never will be.

Luckily, we have the rest of our lives together.