Vanished in Chicago (Vanished)

“I am fine, baby. I am not hurt. Well, not the kind you are thinking of,” I say and wink at her.

“Seriously Jakub. How can you joke at a time like this?”

“Because if I don’t crack a joke, I am going to drop you on your stomach right this second and slam my cock into your upturned pussy while you are face down in our bed and fuck my devotion into you.” Her eyes turn molten and her face flushes. I feel the heat radiating from her pussy and smile. “Oh baby. Did you like that image?” When she bites her lip, I know she is fighting a moan. The problem is, she was almost raped and right now, I want to hold her and ask her about her ordeal. I want her to talk about it and get it out, so it never darkens our home again.

I set her on her feet and remove every piece of clothing she has on. I look at her and make sure there are no bruises besides what is on her face. Her eyes on mine, she strips me of everything standing between us. Here we stand, naked, vulnerable, and open. Pulling back the covers, I slide in and motion for her to do the same. When she is right up against me, head on my chest, I rub her hair. “How are you feeling, baby?”

“Better now that you are here.”

“Same, baby. Anytime you are in my arms I am a better man. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. You came before anything too bad happened. I was more worried about you.” So, fucking sweet.

“You never have to worry about me, Tink. As long as I have your love, I am invincible.” she giggles before she looks up at me with so much love in her eyes it makes me a little misty.

“I don’t know why this makes sense, Jakub.” she says and kisses my neck.

“I don’t know either baby, but it feels right. Like it was meant to be.”

“It does.” I kiss her lightly, wanting to take my time and show her she is not just my princess, but also my Queen. Our tongues collide in a slow waltz, dancing around one another while my hands explore all of her curves and contours. My finger plucks her nipples and massage them, doing it over and over.

She begins to squirm beneath me, and I know she is dripping. Kissing down her neck, I take one peak into my mouth and a splash of strawberry hits my tongue. She is always sweet everywhere. “Jakub,” she urges me on. She is fighting to spread her legs beneath me, but I am holding them together with my thighs on the outside of them.

“Your nipples always taste like berries, baby. Do you think your milk is going to taste like that too?” She pushes her tits into my face and I chuckle. My girl is always so greedy. “Calm down, baby. We have all night.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that!” is what I hear as the door is busted open. I turn, blocking Chiara from view.

“Giulia!” She calls out from behind me.

“Chiara, get your clothes on and let’s go.” She orders her. I am facing five women and a man bigger than Al and Morris pointing guns at me and I still growl, unfazed by the danger, more panicked at the idea of her leaving me.

“She is going nowhere.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she says, moving closer to the bed.

“Chi. Up now.” Standing, I walk right up to her pistol forgetting I am no longer blocking her from view. “Did you do that to her face? You are a dead man.” She cocks the gun and aims, and Chiara begins shouting from behind me.

“Stop, Giulia. No. He didn’t do this to me. Someone else did. He has saved me, twice.” She looks past me to Chiara and then back to me.

“How can you save someone you kidnapped?” She is not buying it and I don’t blame her.

“Giulia, please. Just listen...”

“I told you, boss, Stockholm is a real thing,” the blonde one says from the side.

“Oh my God. Would everyone stop saying that? I don’t have Stockholm. I am perfectly sane.” Now is so not the time for my dick to be getting hard but listening to her version of a growl is so fucking cute.

“I am over this shit. Martina, shoot him while I get my sister dressed.” Fuck.

“She is carrying my baby.” I shout out as a hail Mary. Obviously, we don’t know… yet… but shit, if this buys me some time, I will use it.

“Is that true?” She looks at my girl and asks her. I look out the corner of my eye and see her face turn the color of beets.

“I mean it might be.” She shrugs.