“Well, when you put it that way, I can’t exactly turn it down, can I?” I laugh and hold out my finger so he can slip it on. It’s looser this time than it was when he first slid it on my finger.
“We need to get you some food, woman,” he grunts.
“Hey, B?” I ask as he stands up from the couch. “You know I’m not fully fixed, right? I mean… Just because I know I lost it at the hospital… I still have demons.” I know it’s dumb to have to remind him, but I don’t want him thinking that I’ve suddenly healed. She’s gone, but the memory of what happened that night will never leave me.
He grins at me.
“Babe, aren’t we all just a little bit crazy?” I get the famous Benton wink, and realize he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
I’m crazy, and he loves every bit of it.
Benton
Scared
“Goddamnit, I love you, Gabby,” I moan into her mouth, pushing my release into her. I could get used to these early mornings.
“Fuck, Benton,” she pants, biting down in my lip. Shit, that feels good. Grinding her hips up to meet me, I feel her tense and recognize the start of her orgasm start to explode around me. “Ah, fuck!”
She purrs and squeezes her eyes shut as her orgasm rips through her, trying her damndest to stay quiet, but it’s to no avail. I chuckle when she starts moaning louder as I pull out and taste myself on her while she rides out her release on my face.
Jesus, she tastes so fucking good, and I get to taste this every damn day for the rest of my life.
Crawling back up her body, she kisses me deeply, licking her taste off my tongue. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Mmm, baby,” I growl when she starts biting my neck. “Fuck, Gab. I gotta get moving.”
Her lips leave my neck and turn to a pout as I pull away from her and stand straight. Grinning down at the beautiful sight, I still can’t believe she’s all mine. I don’t know how we’ve made it through everything in one piece, but we’re stronger for it. The two of us, and Hannah, can get through anything, as long as we’re together.
“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” I say, then wink at her and hear her groan as I walk away. Chuckling to myself, I close the bathroom door and start the shower water. While I’m waiting for it to warm up, I look at myself in the mirror.
A Killer.
I know that’s not what she sees when she looks at me, but when I look at myself that’s all I can think.
I’ve killed someone. A month ago, I beat someone so badly they died from their injuries… and that person was my fiancé’s mom.
There’s so much messed up shit about that, but I can’t talk to Gabby about it without a fight and I don’t really think I should tell Dr. Travers because he’s liable to turn me in. I mean, it’s not like they don’t know who did it, but no one’s come after me yet. Maybe it’s because Adam is the most powerful man in the city of Chicago and he’s had his hands in this, orchestrating it all, but I haven’t heard a thing from the police or anything. It’s strange, really, knowing that I was the cause of someone’s death, but I’m not being penalized for it at all.
Shaking off the imminent feeling of dread that follows me around, I hop in the shower to quickly clean off before getting dressed for the day. We have a new potential client today at the agency, and Adam is putting me in charge of it.
By the time I get to the kitchen, Gabby’s already dancing with Hannah on her hip while she makes us breakfast. I take a moment to snap another picture of them before she notices that I’m here and grin when Hannah starts wiggling with Gabby to part of the song. Good God, this sight… I still can’t believe how sexy it is watching Gabby interact with Hannah. I really want her to adopt Hannah as her own, and I’m sure, once we’re married, she won’t freak out when I ask her… but I hate fucking waiting.
“Hey you,” I say, kissing the side of her head and taking Hannah from her arms to get some snuggles in before work. “So, I was thinking tonight we could take Hannah to my dad’s. Maybe bring some cards and let her play there for a bit while we visit?” I haven’t fully told my dad everything that happened, and I’m not sure if I will, but it’s time we visit him again.
“Sounds good, babe.” She sets an omelet in front of me and grins as she takes a bite for herself. I can’t even act upset because she’s so damn cute sipping her coffee like she didn’t do anything. “We’re heading out to run some errands today, you need anything?”
“Yeah actually, Can you-” I’m cut off by a knocking at the door.
Strange. It’s eight in the morning… who would be here at this time?
“I got it,” she says as she walks towards the door, shaking her ass for me as she leaves the room. I grunt and shake my head. Damn vixen is gonna keep me hard all damn day for her.
I hear the door open, and think nothing of the silence or time it’s taking her until she walks back into the room. Pale.
“What is it?” I ask, shooting up from my chair.
Then, I notice the men following her. Fuck.
“Mr. James.” The dark haired man nods at Gabby and me. “Officer Jones from the Chicago PD. We’re going to need you to come with us,” he says, calmly watching me. Probably because he knows of my anger. Probably because he’s ready to protect himself.
Or maybe because he can tell my heart is about to beat out of my motherfucking chest and land right here at the damn table.
Fuck. This is it.
“What? Why?!” Gabby demands from behind them. It’s funny, really, seeing how small and feisty she is even next to these two grown men.
“Mr. James is wanted for murder, Ms. Rosdale. We’re going to need to take him in to discuss some things.” He points his glare at her, and her eyes go wide.
“Fuck,” she mutters, picking up Hannah. I see the panic in her face and I pray to God she’s up on her meds, because I’m about to leave my daughter with her in a very tense situation. Fuck, this sucks.
I want to vomit. I knew this was coming. Just as I start to think I have a perfect life set up here with Gabby and Hannah, it all gets ripped out from under me.
“Okay,” I sigh, standing up and kissing Hannah and Gabby goodbye.
Fuck, this sucks.
“I’m calling Adam,” Gabby says as the men walk me out the door and straight for the elevator. They don’t fuck around… which I guess is a good thing to say about our fine city’s law enforcement, but it still sucks that they are pushing me through and not letting me really say anything to Gabby.
Shit!
By the time we make it to the station, I’m boiling with rage. I need to contain it because I’ve seen what it can do… but I just need to get out of this damned car. I need fresh air. Fuck, are they going to lock me up in a cell?! Oh shit, I can’t have that! I’m in my fucking suit… I have a motherfucking meeting this morning!
“Come on,” the short, pudgy one says, pulling me out of the back of the cop car. They handcuffed me right before we got out of the elevator and haven’t taken them off since. I growl as they make sure to be extra rough with me, for what reason I don’t know since I’ve given them no reason to think I’m dangerous.
Oh, right… I’m a murderer.
“In there,” the tall one nods to the right where I see a closed door. I raise my eyebrows at him and cock my head. My mother fucking hands are behind my back, dimwit.
He chuckles and instead of opening the door for me, he unlocks my hands and sets me free to open it myself.
What the hell? I didn’t think they were supposed to do that.
“Go on in. The DA is waiting for you.” He chuckles and watches me walk to the room before walking away.
Slowly, unsure of what lies on the other side of the door, I slowly open it and am greeted with a very smug, laughing face of the one and only Mr. Chicago. Letting out a breath, I smile and chuckle at him then notice the man he’s sitting next to.