Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
There’s a glass of water on the bedside table next to my pain meds. Two pills are sitting in the open cap. I take them and scoot to the edge of the bed so I can go to the bathroom.
Once again, Jaeger appears without a sound to alert me that he’s close. How does he always appear when I most need him?
“Sleep well?” he asks. He looks wide awake and alert, the bastard.
My bladder is screaming, and I’m not fully awake, so I just grunt and hold up my arms.
He comes and picks me up, carrying me to a gorgeous bathroom with black and gray marble floor and walls, a sleek white tub, and a cavernous shower area. He leaves me on the toilet in the private alcove, and through the door, I hear the sound of water turning on.
He returns to help me hobble to the bath. I bite back a squeal of delight when I see the tub filling with bubbles. I don’t stop to ask why a mafia thug has a brown-sugar-scented bubble bath in his luxury bathroom. It either came with all the expensive, modern furnishings, or he bought it for me. The thought that he ordered things for me makes my belly quiver, and I don’t want to dwell on that too long.
He lets me lean on him so I can strip off the cami top and underwear I wore to bed, and I sink into the warm water with a groan. He sits on a stool beside me, watching me with that satisfied curve to his lips.
I don’t even care that I’m naked and he’s fully clothed. Most of the time we’ve spent together, we’ve been in various states of undress.
It’s a bit weird when he produces a washcloth and, instead of handing it to me, proceeds to wash me himself.
My cheeks heat from the hot bath water and also the way he takes his time rubbing the washcloth over my skin. I remember how he washed me in the shower after our primal play. He seems to love the aftercare, but it’s so intimate that I find it hard to meet his bright blue gaze. I fight the urge to shy away.
The washcloth swirls lower and lower, washing my belly on its way down between my legs.
“I can do it,” I gasp and catch his wrist. But he doesn’t relinquish the washcloth, and I’m not strong enough to wrestle it out of his hands. He holds my gaze with that smirk on his handsome face and rubs the cloth between my legs. I shudder under his perfect touch.
All too soon, he’s pulled the washcloth away. I slip deeper into the water as he washes down my legs and examines my swollen ankle.
“Atticus is coming by to examine you again,” Jaeger says.
It’s only been a day since the doctor saw me. I haven’t even had a basic checkup for years, and now I’m getting multiple doctor visits within twenty-four hours.
But Jaeger’s in charge, so I say nothing.
“I have something to show you.” He pulls out his phone and holds it up so I can see the screen.
It’s a picture of Janie smiling in a sunny yard, Tyson bent over and playing in the grass behind her. They’re both surrounded by tall plants staked with colorful sticks. Tomato plants, I realize, and then I understand what I’m looking at. This is Aunt Carol’s backyard and garden. The picture is from this morning.
“They made it.” My voice comes out choked up. They’re okay.
“My men decided it would be safer for them to drive through the night. Your aunt was surprised to see them, but she welcomed them immediately, and they’ve settled right in.”
I study the picture, drinking in the kids’ smiles. They look right at home.
“They’ll have new identities soon as well,” Jaeger says. “No one will be able to find them.”
My worry rears its head. “Margot has MS. She needs meds, insurance. If she can’t—”
“Hey.” Jaeger sets his hand on my knee. Under his touch, the anxious flutters calm. “It’ll be okay. We’ll make sure she’s set up with a doctor. In the meantime, Atticus can prescribe what she needs from here.”
Another benefit of having a mafia doctor on call.
The rush of relief leaves me dizzy. My biggest problem was solved, just like that.
“Thank you,” I say. Without thinking, I reach up and cup the back of his neck, pulling him close so I can press my lips against his. I’m dripping soapy water on the back of his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He slants his head and takes control, plunging his tongue into my mouth. My nipples harden, and by the time he breaks the kiss, I’m panting.
He brushes bubbles off my chest. “Bunny,” he murmurs and slides his hand lower. This time, I don’t stop him. I lean back and open my legs, accepting his skilled touch on my folds. He knows just how to press, to rub, but in the end, it’s the intense gleam in his eyes that sends me over the edge.