“Lex, I was so scared. Not just for the baby and me, but for you. I was so afraid you were going to get hurt trying to rescue me. I knew you would come for me, and I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”
“That wouldn’t have mattered as long as you were safe.”
“But it would have mattered, Lex. That would have left the baby and me alone.”
“You’ll never be alone, Jude. I’ll always be with you, my whole family loves you and will always protect you. You and this baby are so much more important than me. I’ll die a thousand deaths to keep you safe.”
His words pierce my heart, and I realize how deep his feelings for me go. There is nowhere he won’t go, nothing he won’t do.
When I feel the car turn, I look up just to see where we are going. As if Lex reads my mind, he whispers, “We’re going home, unless you think you need to see a doctor and get checked out?”
“No, I’m fine. I promise. No one touched me.”
I can feel his body relax at my words, and I don’t want to know what he would have done if someone did touch me. It certainly would’ve been worse than the little beat-up session I saw him do once before.
“This is Roman and Luke, by the way.” He points to the two men in the front while saying each name.
“From the gym?”
“Yes, but as you can tell, they have other skills as well.”
“Were they in the military too?”
Roman chuckles from the front seat. “Something like that.”
I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean, but right now, I really don’t have the capacity to care.
Luke turns around to look at me, and even in the dark car, I can make out his features. “Believe it or not. My wife, my sister, and I grew up similar to the way you grew up. We escaped that life just like you did.” His words sound genuine and true.
“Oh…”
“That’s a story for another day though. Maybe we can all get together one day, you know, when you’re not being kidnapped and stuff?”
“That sounds like it would be, well, it would be nice,” I tell Luke, who turns back around in his seat.
I shift on Lex’s lap and return my head to his shoulder. Closing my eyes, I just let him hold me for the rest of the drive. This is it. After this, I know there is nothing he won’t try and protect me from. He’s proven himself without even knowing it, and I have no reason to be scared of him anymore.
He’ll protect me forever, and always.
25
Lex
By the time we get to my house, Roman has already called in a private security detail for us. Two armed men are on the porch, two are around back, and two are stationed in a car down the block to manage top-down scenarios. At least for tonight, we will be safe.
I get Jude inside, and she falls against me as we embrace.
To her credit, she does not cry, she just seems weak, spent, like she’s just been through hell and back, and I suppose she has been.
“Oh, Jude.” I reach down and kiss her deeply. She melts into me, and I feel a warmth spreading between us, reminding me of the enormity of the attraction I feel toward her.
Our kiss turns more passionate as I begin to think about what could have happened. I want to burn away any memory, force out any remaining fear or stress, to press myself inside her and eradicate anything bad that might have gotten in.
Her hands grip me and then paw at the buttons of my shirt. Clearly, she has the same idea as me. I move to drop my jacket and then rip the buttons of my shirt with her to get it off.
Remembering the men just outside the door a few feet away, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the back of the house. Once inside the bedroom, I close the door with my foot and set her on the bed where our mouths quickly find each other again.
Pushing her back and onto the bed, I move over her.
All I know is that I need to shield her from the world. To stave it back, so she is protected and safe while she makes decisions and choices for her life. I need to feel my masculine power over her and her feminine power beneath me.
I nudge her legs up and around me even though we are clothed. I reach back, still kissing her deeply. My forearms pin her shoulders, I lift my hips off of her and slam them back down between her legs, forcing my power into her. My cock strains against my jeans, raging hard, but now is not the time to give into it. I need her energy wiped clean first. To free her from the psychological chains, they had her bound within.
“You are free. Protected,” I grind into her again as she cries out, her back arches, and her pussy strains up to meet me, “safe,” another slam and her welcoming cry, “and free,” I groan as I slam into her the third time.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.” I move my mouth down to one breast and find her nipple beneath the fabric. “You always make me so fucking hard.”
She cries out again, and I know she is close to coming when her nails start clawing my back. I need her to understand she is more powerful than any stranger. That no act or deed can affect that. To have her really get that she is still in control of her life. That this was no setback. It was merely a fork in the road that we can overcome together. That she can steer the ship, anytime she wants to.
“Lex, oh, god, Lex. I need more.”
I flip her over on top of me and up, straddling my cock, in a position she has never tried before.
“Take it, baby girl. Take whatever you need. However, much you want.”
My little sweet angel has no hesitation. Her hands scramble for the belt buckle and buttons of my jeans between her legs as my hands paw her breasts. She smacks my hands away and then pulls my length out, causing me to groan. There is nothing like her hands on me.
Then she quickly stands over me and shimmies out of her panties before lowering her tight heat down to engulf the mushroom head of my cock along with a few inches of length. Even just that much has my mind screaming in ecstasy.
“In this position, it is going to feel bigger, and it might hurt,” I warn her.
But she has other plans. Everything about her is intense and aggressive. A woman not to be stopped, not that I would ever even try. I’d rather stop breathing than lose her touch.
With the head and top of my shaft inside her, she digs her hands into the flesh of my shoulders, almost breaking the skin with her nails, and the pain that zings through me only adds to my fire, and then she impales herself all the way down on me.
I’m startled, and she lets out a low whimper. There is a fierceness to the pleasure she is taking from my body that I have never encountered before. Now I’m the virgin as she pillages herself on my length over and over, needing to work out something that shocks me at first but then quickly shifts me down the river to the roaring ocean where our energies meet and flare.
She is my girl. My woman. My everything. The mother of my fucking child.
And then, rocking her hips hard against me, refusing to let even an ounce of my cock get away from her, she builds and builds and builds until we are coming together as one. My hot cum shooting up into her body as I growl out my release and surrender to her need as she leans forward, and her teeth grit into my shoulder, and the ravaging beautiful beast within her is released.
She is all power. All beauty. And all mine.