Page 53 of Dead Man's Wish
I sat there, pondering the past and every decision that led to this moment. So many instances of regret surfaced, but I was thankful that the outcome was her alive. Everything I felt robbed of when she was taken worked its way in as well. What would our future look like now? Would she want different things? An image of a little girl with the darkest curly hair and brightest eyes flashed for a moment, but I shelved that thought away for another time.
“Jaiden.” A raspy whisper caught my attention, and I looked up to see Bexley staring at me.
“I’m here.” I squeezed her hand and she smiled.
“It hurts to breathe.”
“You have a few broken ribs. Kel performed CPR before the paramedics arrived.” She nodded slowly as she tried to recall the events.
“You showed up.”
“I showed up, baby.” I stood, brushing a few wild curls out of her face. I kissed her cheek and down her jaw, hovering over her mouth. Weak hands grabbed my shirt as she tugged me closer. Her lips were soft and warm now. Love was a gentle thing, and I found it there in her touch after the second worst day of our lives.
“I want to go home.” Her words danced over my lips, every other syllable causing hers to brush mine.
“I’ll take you anywhere, love.” I closed the space, kissing her more firmly and giving her something real to hold on to. Her heart monitor beeped a tad faster so I dialed back the intensity. Her cheeks were flushed as she bit her lip in embarrassment. “You do the same to me,” I promised, kissing her again and ignoring the rapid beeps.
Epilogue
January 2027
Jaiden Wells
I hearthe soft thumps of Bex messing around with items in our bathroom before I walk into our bedroom fully. It’s late, and she’s already showered. Her head is down as she focuses on arranging all the shit that typically clutters our sink counter. She doesn’t hear me tread slowly toward the bathroom. It’s something I hope never changes about her focus. The surprise and thrill on her face every time I catch her off guard, even innocently, sends a rush through my system.
If I’m honest, I’d happily sneak around and watch her all day. It wouldn’t ever be boring. She’s a curious creature—and that curiosity grows daily. She gets focused and engulfed in every task she does, and it’s her second most beautiful state.
Her head is still down as she looks through the various lotions and creams. Her dark curls are damp, and they leave wet marks on the back of her satin nightdress. The fabric shifts over her curves as she moves, and I trace over my teeth with my tongue.
Her hand moves up and I slide behind the wall for cover until I hear her opening the medicine cabinet. She’s rummaging through the contents, and I take that as my cue. I edge closer behind her. If she takes a coincidental step back, she’ll run straight into me.
My oblivious little swallow . . . you have no idea . . .
Satisfied with her new organization, she closes the mirrored cabinet. Her eyes are wide and lock on mine as she gasps. Her shoulders rock with that surprised shock and it spurs me on.
“Jaiden.” Her fingers trail down the mirror, leaving little smudges behind. I place my hands on either side of her and lean into the counter over her shoulder. She smells sweet, a coconut-like fragrance that compliments her shampoo. It’s maddening.
“You are sweeter than the finest desserts.” Her breath hitches as I drag my tongue along the groove of her neck, stopping just below her ear. “I’m going to indulge until it kills me.” My whisper ghosts her skin and causes her to shiver.
I smooth a hand over her nightdress as I undo my belt. As I suspected, she’s not wearing underwear. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her waist.
“What are you going to do about it?” Her voice is husky and laced with seduction, a tactic of hers that will always get her whatever she wishes.
“Make a baby, of course.” I reach up, pulling her hair until her face angles toward me. Her kiss is minty as she opens to me, and I sweep my tongue over hers. She rises on her tiptoes, chasing after the contact.
She makes me dizzy in all the best ways, a high I couldn’t replicate if I dared to even try. Bex turns into me, pressing the front of her body to mine. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I lift her ass onto the counter. She breaks the kiss, tracing her fingers along my jaw as she studies me. I’d give everything to see me through her eyes. My hands slide up her thighs and push the satin fabric up to her hips.
I kneel between her parted legs and kiss my way up, biting as I get closer. Content sighs fill the air as I massage her. Hands snake into my hair, brushing the shaved sides before sinking into the mess of waves on top. Her grip is gentle, but I know it won’t stay that way. I stop short, looking up at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her chest rises rapidly with anticipation. My smile spreads slowly and I see her eyes read every silent and wicked promise.
Leaning forward, I swipe my tongue through her center and lose myself in her. My grip on her flesh tightens and her hold in my hair mirrors it. She’s soft, sweet, and wet as I explore and tease her clit. Her breathless gasps turn to whimpers, and when I look up, she’s no longer watching me. She’s pleading to the ceiling as her throat tightens and her chest flushes red. I slide my tongue from her pussy, replacing the touch with two fingers.
The sudden fullness and change of pace causes her to shout.
“Fuck!” Her hand leaves my hair as I punish her twice over, and I hear a scattering of objects falling over into the sink basins. A dark chuckle leaves me as I drive into her deeper. “Yes, please.”
She kicks a leg over my shoulder and her heel digs into my back. I feel the tremors of her impending orgasm and look up before she falls. It’s then when she’s most beautiful—letting go and making a filthy mess all over me. She bears down as I work her over with no mercy. Sweet liquid rushes past my hand and I trace her clit as she bucks against my hold. Her screams echo against the tile and it’s a symphony that rivals the classics.
At the threat of another, I retreat and stand. She wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed. Bexley eyes the grommets on the headboard.
