that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Her lips met mine for a lingering kiss.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. I’m not done. He’s going to die. I wanted him to know how it feels to live without his tongue. They don’t call me Loud for nothing. His death will be painful and untimely.”
A wicked spark coursed through me at the sight of the sly grin skating across her beautiful face.
“The Lord of Untimely Death is married to Quiet Chaos? I think we are practically soul mates based on our call signs alone,” she said with a devious little giggle. She joked, but I think that there was truth in her words.
Loud and Quiet. I smiled at the thought that our nicknames ranged on opposite ends of the noise spectrum, but stood for nearly the same thing as it pertained to the way we lived our lives.
“So, husband,” she called, disrupting my inner musings.
“What would Loud do to me if I got out of line? Would I be due a harsh punishment?”
I chuckled. “All I ever want to owe you is some dick.”
Her giggle in the midst of the swirling chaos drew some attention, but it pleased me to hear that spark of joy in her tone.
“In that case, I intend to act up, and act out as often as possible,” she stated.
I sensed that she would act up either way. She was either my greatest accomplishment or my greatest weakness.
Had my stunt with George earned me fear or respect, or had I created more enemies within the group?
20
Arjen
Work had kept us busy and apart for the past five days, but it didn’t stop me from missing Mecca. She would drag herself into the house, shower, and pass out after sharing a few words of how her day had gone.
I offered to do more, wanted to do more to help her, but understood her need to accomplish the goals of her organization in her own way and time. I didn’t want anyone dipping into the way I ran things and as much as I wanted to help her, I backed off because I understood.
Her presence alone had the power to make me come alive. Before Mecca, I was sleepwalking, navigating my living nightmare until she entered the picture and gave my life a spark, like the big bang, that many believed started everything, it was starting to feel like she had jump-started me.
I had foolheartedly convinced myself that Desiree was the woman for me, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Mecca was a much better fit, the perfect fit.
My phone sounded, alerting a text.
“See you early tonight, husband.”
Her simple text caused a smile to light up my face and lift the heavy weight of my pressing mood as I always found myself stressing about her safety.
This was the first time she had sent me a text about coming home early. I was beginning to see us as a couple, and the idea didn’t scare me as much as I assumed it would. Not having her around was becoming my new nightmare.
There was nothing better than drawing her into my arms and sleeping with her tucked tight against me. I had hauled her into me last night and hadn’t released her, not even while I slept. She was up and gone by the time my eyes opened at six-thirty. Up early, and in late, she was averaging three hours of sleep a night.
I would have loved to be engaged in more of the explosive sex we made together, but I held back, allowing her the little rest she was allowing herself to get. Now, I understood her earlier attitude when she would come in, shower, and pass out. She wasn’t avoiding me like I had thought. She had just been tired.
The only night she had slept more than six hours was the night of our wedding after we had left the hospital. The best night we shared in our bedroom was the night we discovered that our chemistry was rare and so off the charts, we couldn’t get enough of each other.
She called it ‘the best fucking’ she’d ever had, but I was certain that I had taken my time, at the beginning of round one, and made love to her. However, our second, third, and fourth times were straight fucking as we had gone at it like animals. Her body was capable of inciting joy, and her pussy must have been laced with fairy dust, because I had