and I’m positive I’ll be fine.” There’s a knock on the door, and I’m interrupted from arguing with my stubborn girl.
“Look at what she’s been through, Mr. Cop. She’s a tough one. I think you’ll see she can do whatever she puts her mind to.”
Georgia walks through the door with Greenlyn next to her. In the past thirty-six hours, I’ve come to understand the straightforward one without a filter on her mouth, type of woman Georgia is.
“Oh, lord, you two are a godsend, against Mr. Bossy around here,” Mal responds. Greenlyn walks straight to her, pulling her into her arms. It’s the first time they’ve seen one another since the doctor insisted Greenlyn stay for observation, too. Plus, her family has not let her out of their sight.
Greenlyn has not fared as well as Georgia or the others who had been taken captive. Probably because she knew Victor and left with him on her own, and she was the first one taken. She has barely let go of Malia, and my eyes connect with my girl, the tears flowing down Greenlyn’s cheeks.
“Greenlyn, honey, I think your mom is back in the room, and if we’re not there when she is, I think she may freak the fuck out.” Georgia, in her over-the-top demeanor, is also a mother hen.
“I’ll be back at our dorm, Greenlyn.” Malia’s tone is low, cupping her cheek, the one minus a bruise. “Listen, honey, we’ll get past this together, I promise.”
Greenlyn pushes back. “I’ll be at my parents’ for the weekend,” she explains.
“Okay, but call me if you need me.” Malia gives her another hug, as Georgia leads Greenlyn out of the room.
“I’ll see you guys later,” Georgia warns, giving her a slight wave.
Malia’s gaze connects with mine. “Will she ever be the same? Fuck, will we ever be the same?”
In two long strides, I close the distance between us. “You will be there for her, and you know what you will teach her that you’ve taught me?”
“What?” Her eyes are full of tears.
“You won’t let them take one more day from you. You’ll heal; she’ll heal. We’ll all heal, and because of it, all of us will be better for it.”
Chapter 31
Two weeks later
Wells
“Ah, fuck, Mal, don’t stop.” Her luscious lips wrap around the tip of my cock, and she’s teasing me. She gets me close, so fucking close, and then pulls away, only to start again at my tip, working her way down my erection.
“I’m just getting you back for all the times you claimed delayed gratification is the best.” She’s about to ascend on my aching member again when I flip her around on her back.
“I’ll show you, my little brat, about delayed gratification.” I thrust into her wet pussy, pushing against her G-spot I know so well at this point and pull out, only to dive between her legs, lapping up so much of her flavor, it’s a part of me.
“You’re such a bully, Wells,” she groans in the aroused little mewls I love falling from her lips. “But don’t stop, oh, fuck, don’t stop.” My tongue swirls her clit, and with one finger buried inside her, I know she’s close, but I do the same with her and pull back.
“I love you so fucking much, Wells, but right now, I hate you just as much,” she croons, her fingers reaching for her cunt. “If you don’t give me a release, I sure as fuck will.” I grab her wrist before she can touch her pussy.
“Oh, my sweetest Malia, don’t worry, my goddess, I’m not done with you yet.” I thrust inside her, and the whimpers and groans fill my bedroom. “Fuck, you’re the only thing that makes sense in my world, Mal. You’re my everything.”
Her hips buck with me, and the friction is tantalizing, erotic, and sensual.
“Faster, Wells, fuck me faster! I need you so deep.”
“I got you covered, babe,” I respond, pushing in so deep, I stop inside her and tip her chin to mine. “You’re my life, and one day, you’ll have my last name, grow my babies, and be my partner, for eternity.”
She stills, staring at my gaze on her. “All I want is a family of my own; you know that.”
“Mal, I know everything about you, and I’ll give you everything you want in life. Anything, it’s yours.”
“You, just you is all I need,” she replies. “And your cock. Fuck, do I need your cock.” A devilish grin reaches her lips.
“You’re a brat. You know this, right?”
“But