“Just being friendly,” he says.
“Be friendly later. Max, get your girl settled, then let me take a look at you.” She turns toward me with a smile. “You’re safe, Eve. You’re with the Guardians now, and we’re going to make sure nothing like this ever happens to you again.” She makes a shooing motion and Max guides me all the way to the back of the plane.
Max gets me settled into a seat in the back. He tucks me in with a pillow and blanket. There’s a click as he fastens a seat belt over my lap, then he settles in beside me and holds my hand.
The engines wind up and then we’re moving. The large plane bumps over the pavement. There’s a slow turn, then a roar as the jet engines engage. I’m pressed back into the seat as we take off.
It’s only then that I relax and close my eyes.
It’s over.
The nightmare is finally over.
Forty-Two
Max
A Few Weeks Later
“What did Skye say?” Eve peeks over the couch as I wander in after a long day of getting poked and prodded. She puts the book down that she’s reading and pops to her feet.
“Everything looks good.”
I’m encouraged by my checkup with Doc Summers. I had immediate surgery once we got back to headquarters and spent the next few days in bed with a concoction of antibiotics flooding my system to fight off the infection.
I described the pills I took, and after a brief image search to identify them, Doc Summers concedes it wasn’t a total boneheaded move to take pills some strange healer in a village doled out.
“Good enough to go back to work?”
“I’ve got a few weeks on Medical Hold. She wants a little more physical therapy before clearing me for duty.” I drop my bags on the floor, toss my keys in the bowl sitting by the door, and go to greet my girl. “I understand why Griff was such a pain in the ass when he got sidelined.”
I hate not operating.
I hate not being able to work out with my team even more. I go to the gym with them, do what I’ve been cleared for, but I miss our runs.
“You really are amazing, you know that?” Eve meets me halfway. Her arms wrap around my waist and she lifts on tiptoe to kiss me.
The light floral scent of her perfume, combined with her natural essence, is a heady intoxication that my dick can’t ignore. I’ve gone from flaccid to fully erect in the span of a nanosecond.
But that’s the way it is with Eve. My body aches for her all day, every day.
And she’s all mine.
She’s been in meetings with Sam and Mitzy, going over what she knows about her father’s business. The ledgers we retrieved are great, but they’re built on a cypher Mitzy’s team has yet to decode.
On our return, I assumed Eve would stay at The Facility, where all our rescues go, if that’s what they want. She lived through incredible trauma, and while she meets with the therapists at The Facility to talk that shit through, Eve decided on her own to stay at my place.
I didn’t know that until Doc Summers finally gave me the go-ahead to leave the hospital. That’s when I realized Eve moved in.
And I absolutely love it. I end each day holding her in my arms. I wake each morning with her beside me. I can’t imagine living any other way.
“You taste like heaven.” I claim her mouth with greed and hunger. Drawing her to me, the kiss deepens as I splay my hand across the small of her back, holding her possessively while devouring her with a kiss.
I need her in a soul-desperate way, craving to make her mine in a way that goes beyond the pleasures of sex.
Eve appears to need no encouragement from me. Her head tilts back. Her mouth parts. Her breathy sighs send me higher and higher, lifting me to breathtaking heights.
I swear the temperature in the room rises, but that’s not the case. This is the heat between us growing into a firestorm of need. I rub my tongue along the seam of her lips as she grips my shoulders, holding me tight. I ache to take her. It’s a powerful need, a thirst to make her mine that I’ll never fully slake.
I’ll never get enough of my girl.
My hands drift down over the roundness of her ass. Fingers digging, I cradle her in the warmth of my hands. She opens for me, gifting me with a toe-curling moan of desire.
My girl is hot for me; nuclear hot.
Unlike our time in Colombia, there’s nothing stopping us from having sex, and we may be going at it hard and fast. Eve especially enjoys the hard and fast part of it.
My bubbles is a hellion in bed.
After a few conversations, where Eve blushed a thousand shades of red, we decided nothing would stand between us. Doc Summers tested us both.
Eve talked about the possibility of children. She’s not ready to take that step and neither am I. Doc Summers helped with that as well, arranging all the appropriate appointments.
I release the lock I have on Eve’s lips and take a moment. I never want to forget the joy on her face.
“Hurry up and fuck me.” Her impish smile warms my heart.
I can’t help but chuckle. Some of her shyness, at least around me, is gone. She’s bold, tells me what she likes, and isn’t afraid to take what she wants.
That’s all the encouragement I need. I toss her over my shoulder, caveman style, and take my woman to bed. Her tiny shriek, and the light tapping of her fists on my back, only make me walk faster.
Once in the bedroom, I toss her on the bed, loving the way she bounces lightly on the mattress.
“Clothes off, bubbles.” It’s a corny nickname, and I don’t use it much anymore except during sex.
She shimmies out of her shorts while I kick off my boots and strip out of my pants. The creamy white skin of her tits demands a little extra attention and I indulge myself while she squirms beneath me.
“Get off, you oaf. I can’t breathe.” All her squirming only makes my dick ache.
“Then stop squirming.” I lave her nipple with my tongue, then bite down until I pull another shriek from her mouth. My girl likes a tiny bit of pain with her pleasure.
For the next few minutes, all I do is play with her tits: squeezing and sucking, nipping and biting. One day, I plan on making her come from nipple stimulation alone.
Until then…
I move my kisses down the flat expanse of her belly, driving her insane with how slow I go. She squirms and twists. Her fingers dig into my hair and she tries to push me down, forcing me to “Get to the good stuff.” Her words not mine.
Her arousal floods my senses and when I get between her thighs, I lap up her sweet essence as she greedily writhes and twists beneath me.
It doesn’t take long to make her come. Her cries fill the room as her back arches and her pussy contracts. I send her flying a second time, enjoying her response to my touch.
But then, I can’t stand it any longer. I’ve held onto my restraint long enough. My desire demands to be unleashed.
With the taste of her on my tongue, I move up her body, until we’re eye to eye. Her sea-green eyes, half-hooded with lust and filled with desire, greet me and beg for more.
I notch the head of my dick at her opening. She bites her lower lip in anticipation.
“Hard and fast, bubbles?”
She gives a little nod as I thrust, ramming all the way in.