Another phone call.
We both stare down at my phone in disbelief as Beckett calls me.
Our hearts thump in unison. This could be the call that changes everything. The call that means we finally have all of our kids.
“Didyouwin? DoyouhaveDeclan?” I ask, rushing my words out so quickly I’m not even sure Beckett can understand me.
“I won—”
“Thank god, meet us at my island house. Okay?”
The line cuts out, but it doesn’t matter. I blink back my own tears, but there is no use. For the first time, all three of Liesel’s kids are safe and on their way to meet her.
“He’s safe?”
I nod, grabbing her cheeks and resting my forehead against hers. “They all are.”
Our tears mix together, as do our smiles and laughs. Too many happy emotions flood through us. I can’t remember another time when I’ve been this happy.
“What does this mean? What do we have to do?” Liesel asks, completely dumbfounded.
“It means we’re safe. We’ll make sure Corbin and the rest of them are no longer a threat, but it’s over. We are safe. We won. It means we only have to keep pursuing the treasure if you want to. If you don’t, we can tell people we found it, and it was only a million dollars or something; not worth anyone coming after us. No one will know. We’re safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you or our kids ever again.”
Her lips slam down on mine as I say my last word.
I groan into her lips, partly because moving fucking hurts, but more because she tastes so damn delicious. I’ve wanted to kiss her every second since we started all of this. And now—now it feels like we can finally kiss, fuck, be together in every way. There is nothing stopping us now, not anymore.
I run my hand under her shirt, needing to feel her skin. I stop when she moans as my fingertips encounter the sticky warmth of her blood.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I—”
“Shut up.” She grabs my face, stares down at me, and starts climbing across the seat toward me. “You didn’t hurt me. You couldn’t hurt me. When you touch me, all I feel is mind-blowing pleasure. You overwhelm me, Langston. Now hate fuck me like you want to.” She rips her shirt off her body, revealing too many bruises, cuts, and blood stuck to her skin.
My eyes sadden.
“Hate fuck me,” she repeats, pushing her breasts into my face. Her hand tilts my head back while she pushes her nipple against my lips.
Hate fuck her?
I don’t hate her; I love—oh, she wants me to make love to her. Hate means love. How could I have forgotten?
“My pleasure.” I lick over her already hard nipple and am rewarded with soft, gentle moans. They’re the kind that hits me straight in the groin, making me instantly hard.
She notices and rubs her sex against me through our clothes. I’m so wound up that I’m going to come way too quickly, which is probably a good thing considering we are in a cramped car in an alleyway and not entirely safe. Phoenix’s people could find us here.
But it’s not what Liesel deserves, and I plan on only giving her what she deserves from now on.
I take my time teasing her first nipple, then her second, careful to listen for any sound that I might be hurting her. She moans with every lick of my tongue, but now that I’m listening more carefully, I realize her moans are of pleasure.
I won’t hurt her ever again. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for all the hurt she’s had to go through. And I’ll start right now.
My fingers dive into her pants, between her folds, finding her clit as I tease her nipple with my tongue.
I rub over her sensitive nub in slow circles, knowing there is no way I’ll fuck her until I’ve made her come. I don’t know what torture she’s just endured, but I want this to take it all away.
Her hands grab onto my shoulders, her eyes close, and her body shakes as I continue to bring her closer to ecstasy.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers.