as he pumped against it. “Or do you love fucking my body?”
“Both,” he affirmed, reaching around to grab her breasts as he humped her ass. Burying his face against her back, he kept one hand firmly on her tit while the other reached around to play with her pussy.
“Same,” she cried out in orgasm, her anus tightening around him in hopes of milking the cum he had for her out of his body.
Axis obliged the request and emptied the heavy load he’d been carrying for his wife into the hot, willing recess of her body. With one hand on the wall above her head, he braced himself to pull out, watching as his spend followed him, leaving a shiny stream that dribbled out in his wake. The sight tempted him into pushing his length into her ass once more in an effort to hold onto the euphoria he was feeling. The tight orifice had shown him a pleasure he’d never experienced.
“Fuck,” Nova groaned. Reaching back, she rubbed a finger over her abused pucker as if testing the soreness his possession had left behind.
Axis had been on the verge of offering assistance in checking for tenderness when he heard the door to his apartment chime. His wife must have also heard the sound because her head popped up and she turned to give him a look.
“I guess the honeymoon is over,” she said softly, unable to keep the worry off her face or out of her voice.
“No.” Giving her a smile, he shook his head. He triggered the water to resume so they could finish rinsing. It was time for him to find the answers they needed, regardless of how much he wished he could pass the task onto someone else. “It’s simply paused.”
Nova turned in his arms, nuzzling into his chest as he rinsed her hair in the stream of warm water pouring around them. “You’re going to find out where the women are, right?”
“Absolutely,” he promised without hesitation. “Bosch will tell me everything he knows before the day is through. You have my word.”
“Good.” Nova tapped his chest a few times before tugging him close again. “All right. I guess I should let you go now.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Letting out a growl that felt as if it were torn out of his throat, Axis looked down at Bosch’s corpse where the traitor lay in the med center. No matter how many times he rubbed his eyes, he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“How did this happen?” he demanded. “How?!”
“Calm, Axis,” Tamin warned with his hands out. “By the time we responded to the shot, there was nothing we could do to save him. He was dead before he hit the ground.”
“Go through it once more.” Axis paced across the room and back, his attention locked on the Phaeton lying dead on the table.
“Rodin had just cleared the prisoner for questioning, and they were preparing to leave,” Tamin explained, gesturing to Bosch’s dead body. “The timing would have coincided with the message we sent to your apartment.”
“Get to the part where Councilor Krilis shot and killed the traitor. A traitor whom I have yet to interrogate!” Axis yelled. His frustration bubbled over at the lack of answers he was receiving.
“It’s my fault,” Rowe interrupted. The warrior had been standing quietly in the corner. “As we were leaving, Andi arrived with the babies.”
“They’re fine,” Tamin answered before Axis could ask. “It was close, but Rowe caught them in time before anyone was hurt. Rodin and Paine took them back to our apartment after things calmed down. Nobody was hit other than Bosch, but Andi was shaken up quite a bit.”
“What exactly happened?” Axis needed to gather as much information as possible in case a spec of it contained a hint at what their next move needed to be. “Break it down completely.”
“We were leaving to meet you in the interrogation chambers,” Rowe began. “Councilor Krilis was walking ahead of us, followed by Bosch, and then myself. Almost immediately after Krilis walked through the doorway, Andi came in carrying the twins. Her appearance surprised me enough that I did not realized how close she was to the prisoner until he moved. Before I could intercede, Bosch shouldered his way into her hard enough to knock her off balance and she began to fall.”
Axis moved over to the doorway and visualized the play of events Rowe was describing. He wanted to say that things made sense, but they didn’t. Bosch had to have known