Reciprocity

by K. I. Lynn

  Fucking stupid rules that kept me from her. I’d never hated them before, because they were often to my advantage in my work, but it was a burning anger when they were forced upon me. A brief period at lunch was the only time I’d touched, seen, or talked to her since we’d arrived over eight hours earlier. I was crawling out of my skin knowing she was even in the same room as him, being grilled about all that he’d done to her.

  The beast was exceptionally uneasy.

  I stood, pacing, prowling the drywall cage those rules locked me in. Every cell in me was vibrating. My nostrils flared, and the urge to slam my fist into a wall was great. The pent-up energy was calling for me to destroy something.

  If day one was this bad, how was I supposed to survive day two?

  The door clicked open, and my eyes snapped up.

  “They’re done,” my guard said.

  He didn’t need to tell me any more—I was out the door and headed down the hall. Walking wasn’t fast enough, so I began running past people who gave me dirty looks, but I couldn’t give two shits about what they thought.

  Lila needed me, and I had to get to her.

  I rounded the corner and slowed my pace as I approached the open doors of the courtroom. The few stragglers left behind were trickling out. Lila came into view, her head down and arms crossed as if she was holding herself together.

  By the time her head rose, I was only a few steps away. She collapsed into my arms, completely drained.

  “I’ve got you, Honeybear,” I said as I locked her tight in my arms. My lips pressed against her forehead as my gaze rose.

  A couple exited a few feet away, and the man looked in our direction. My eyes locked on his, and I tensed. Flames of hatred ignited and raged through me. I ignored the woman, because I knew instantly who he was. After all, he bore the exact same interesting gray-green eyes as my wife.

  Stephen Palmer wasn’t the image I’d drawn in my mind, but then again, I’m sure time and age had changed him. He was bald, and shorter than me. What once looked like a solid frame was thinner and weaker thanks to his near sixty-year age.

  His lip curled up, utter disgust on his face as he looked at Lila.

  A hand clamped down hard on my shoulder as the words “don’t do it” were whispered in my ear. It was then I realized my whole body was tense, ready to storm down the hall and deck the bastard.

  Noah was standing next to me, his gaze also locked on Lila’s father and stepmother. Together we watched as they walked down the corridor and out of the courthouse.

  Once they were out of sight, I walked Lila over to a nearby bench and sat down, moving her to my lap. My hand made soothing motions wherever they touched as I looked down at her. She wasn’t crying, but I couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing. She looked completely beaten down.

  Lawrence, the prosecutor, walked out of the courtroom and toward us, followed by Andrew. The rest of his team continued on down the hall and out.

  “It was a hard day,” Lawrence said as he stopped in front of us. “I’d order in and have a relaxing night. It’s going to be another hard one tomorrow. ”

  “Is she done?” I motioned down to Lila.

  He nodded. “We were able to finish up in time. Noah’s went faster than I anticipated, leaving lots of time for her. You and Andrew are up tomorrow, along with the doorman”—he opened up the file in his arm—“Michael Cline.”

  “How do you think it went?” Drew asked. Sadness washed over his features as he looked down at Lila curled on my lap, not moving.

  “I’m hopeful.” Lawrence gave a slow nod, then sighed. I was caught in his sights, and he motioned in my direction. “A reminder—you are not to talk about the case tonight.”

  My lip twitched. Yes, I knew the rules, but I wasn’t about to let Lila suffer until after the jury deliberated. She was my wife. It was in my job description as her husband to make her happy. Plus, I couldn’t stand to see her so distraught.

  Lawrence walked away, and I brushed Lila’s hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?”

  Her fingers flexed against my lapel and she turned further into my chest, her head resting in the crook of my neck. Little wisps of breath tickled my skin.

  “You better just take her home,” Noah said.

  Drew held out his hand. “I’ll go get your car.”

  I dug my keys out of my pocket and handed them over. “Thanks.”

  He nodded and headed down the hall.

  My hand ran up Lila’s arm, but she didn’t react when I tickled the soft skin on the back of her arm. “She’s so out of it.”

  Noah pulled out his cell phone and keys. “Run her a bath, get her to eat something, and remind her you’re there. I’m sure she’ll come out of it then.”

  “Will do.”

  “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I held out my hand. “Have a good night.”

  “You too.” He smiled and shook my offered hand.

  I stared after Noah, then looked back down to Lila.

  “Come on, baby, let’s get you home.” I didn’t make her stand. Instead, I snaked my arm under her knees and pulled her close as I stood.

  Lips pressed against my neck as we walked, and the hand on my lapel loosened, wrapping around my neck. I smiled—she’d be fine. The day took a toll on her and she needed a recharge, but it hadn’t damaged her. I worried about her, but I should’ve known by now how resilient she was.

  Neither of us said a word the entire way home, which wasn’t very far—we lived close to the courthouse. Her head rested on my shoulder as her arms wrapped around mine.

  After parking the car, I picked her up again, her body limp. Mike saw us through the door as we walked up and held it open.

  “Is everything all right, Mr. Thorne?” Concern was etched into his features. I’d always known that Mike had a fondness for Lila. He once told me how she reminded him of his daughter.

  “It was a rough day, that’s all.” He walked with us to the elevator bay and pressed the call button for me.

  Mike nodded in understanding. “Sorry I couldn’t be there today—work and all.”

  “It’s fine. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Mike pursed his lips and hiked his belt up higher on his protruding beer belly. “I’ve never been in a courtroom before, but I watch a lot of court dramas.”

  My lips quirked. People always thought it was like what they watched, not remembering it was staged and they were actors. “It’s not like what you see on TV. It’ll be a lot like the deposition. They’ll ask you a bunch of questions, and then you’re done, only this time the audience is larger.”

  He nodded. “I just hope we get the guy put away forever. After what he did…” He trailed off, lost in the memory. I knew by his expression he felt guilty that Adam got past him.

  The elevator arrived and we got on, Mike pushing the button for the fourteenth floor. “Lemme know if you need anything tonight, okay?”

  I nodded. “Thanks. We’ll see you later.”

  “Night.”

  The doors closed and the car jerked as we headed up. By the time we entered our condo, Lila was still unresponsive, so I sat her on the bed. I went into the bathroom and started the water in the tub, letting it fill as I pulled off my clothes.

  I was down to my boxer briefs when I stopped and knelt down in front of her. “Lila, do you want to take a bath?”

  No response. I sighed and pulled her arms through her jacket, then lifted her sweater over her head and through her arms. It was a good sign that she helped by lifting her arms and leaning back, giving me better access to take off her skirt.

  I went to check on the water—it was full and steaming warm. I picked her up again and lowered her feet first into the water. She drew in a sharp breath when the hot water soaked into her skin, but she sat there, waiting.

  I climbed in behind her, hissing at the temperature as well. Once I was all the way in, I pulled her back to relax against my chest. She was still so pliable and va
cant. There was only one way I knew how to get through to her.

  I scooped up the warm water and drizzled it on to her cool, air-exposed skin, wiping it around. One hand moved around her ribs, caressing her breast and pinching her nipples as it trailed to the front and down her abdomen. When she drew in a breath and arched against me, I knew I was on the right track.

  I licked her neck, nibbling and kissing down to her shoulder. My fingers slid against her clit, and she jerked against me. I moaned as I found her pussy lips and spread them open, giving me access and pressing one finger inside.

  She was warm and silky wet, making my breath go ragged and my cock rock harden at the thought of drowning in her. I pushed another finger in and her breath hitched as she arched against me, then relaxed.

  My fingers slipped out, then back in, my thumb circling around her clit. I repeated it, moving faster, harder, teasing her as I pinched her nipples with my free hand. Her chest rose and fell in a staccato rhythm, her back arching further, pressing her harder against my hand as I sped up, pounding my hand against her pussy. Little guttural whimpers and moans slipped from her lips. Her eyes widened for a quick moment, then screwed tight.

  I couldn’t take it anymore—her reaction had me too wound up. I reached between us and began stroking my cock at the same speed I fingered her.

  Water sloshed out onto the floor as my arms moved at a furious pace. I bit down on her shoulder and her body seized, pussy clenching around my fingers. She shook and shuddered against me as my body tensed, fist pumping furiously.

  My jaw locked down harder, screaming into her skin as I exploded into the water. I jerked with each spurt, my mouth releasing her neck as my fingers slipped from her pussy.

  I pressed my lips against the mark I’d made. It was deeper than usual and already an angry red, but it was my teeth—my mark. I loved to see her covered in me. It was hot, possessive—how much I needed to see it and have others see it.

  She was mine, and nothing was going to take her from me.

  Once I was calm, I leaned all the way back against the tub wall, hissing as I hit the cold portion of the tub that was not submerged in the water.

  “Better?” I kissed her temple, and she tilted her head to look back at me. Our foreheads bumped as I slumped into her, happy to see life in her eyes again. Her hand cupped my cheek, and I leaned into her touch, not realizing how much I needed it.

  “Thank you.”

  “That’s what I’m here for—to take care of you.”

  Her head stretched up, and she pressed her lips to mine. “I’m here for you, too.”

  “We’ll worry about me later.” Fuck, she was so selfless when it came to me. “How was it today?”

  She sighed and took my hands in hers, wrapping my arms around her waist. “It was so hard. I kept having flashes.” She paused, slipping her fingers between mine. “But at least I got some satisfaction out of the whole ordeal.”

  “What was that?”

  “When I had to state my name.” She turned back to me and smiled. “Adam stood up and screamed out that I was a fucking whore when it registered that I’d gotten married.”

  My eyes widened and hope flooded my body. “And that reaction could only hurt his case.”

  She nodded. “Mm-hmm. It was hard to talk, to answer their questions, but his constant state of aggravation was noticeable to everyone, especially the jury. At another point, he called me a lying cunt.”

  I smiled wide. “Shit, his defense attorney should have sedated him.”

  “I doubt he knew. Adam learned a lot from my father on how to spin things. I think he really had his attorney convinced I started it. Once the questioning began and Adam started going off, he changed his mind.”

  Good. Adam’s fake innocence couldn’t combat his destructive nature.

  “He was flustered when it was his turn to examine you, wasn’t he?”

  Even Lila was smiling. “Very. He looked like a newbie, and even the judge was short with him.”

  “He wasn’t expecting what his client really was.” I stroked across her arm over and over, drawing lazy patterns.

  She pursed her lips. “We aren’t supposed to be talking about it.”

  “No.” I drew circles around her breast and down her stomach. “I’m supposed to be making you forget.”

  Her lips pressed against my neck. “You’re on the right path.”

  After we got out of the tub, I carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Then I did what I always did when she was upset—I lavished her body with mine, showing her my love through touch. Words would never do for her. They could never convey the truth my hands, mouth, and cock could.

  CHAPTER 15

  As I was led into the courtroom, I couldn’t help but look around. I locked onto Adam, and he actually looked reserved. After everything Lila told me, I scoffed at his act. It was probably advice from his lawyer—to look repentant in front of the jury.

  They’d dressed him up in a suit, shaved him, cut his hair—anything to make him look like a good boy. It was the way he held himself and the expressions on his face that gave him away.

  It was odd being on the other side of the bench. I was used to being in front of the judge, not beside him. I took a deep breath to even myself out and looked at Lawrence. My hands gripped the chair in an effort to keep me calm as I braced to go through the usual retelling of events from my eyes.

  Lawrence walked to the center of the floor. “Why were you going over to Delilah’s house that night?”

  “We were going to have dinner.”

  He looked around the room, trying not to focus solely on me. “Did you eat together every night?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you notice anything strange or different that night as you approached her condo?”

  I blew out a slow breath. “There were screams coming from inside.”

  Lawrence stared at me, and I knew the hard hit was coming. “Tell me—what did you see when you opened the door?”

  Fuck.

  My heart was racing as the image popped into my mind. I let out a hard breath to steady myself. I had to answer and do so in a calm manner. The problem was that calm could be found nowhere within me in that moment.

  My muscles flexed, ready to jump out of the stupid box and run to Adam so I could slam my fist in his fucking face. I wanted to reenact the events of that day in order to show the judge what little I’d done to him compared to what he did to her.

  “Lila was on the ground with him on top of her.”

  The prosecutor continued to lead me on. “And what was he doing to her?”

  I knew where his questions were going—I’d been in his place and tried to prepare myself for them. It didn’t make it any easier. I could anticipate his questions, but not the searing emotions they evoked.

  “He had her hands pinned above her head. Her shirt was ripped open, and he was pushing her skirt up.” My whole body was shaking, rage enveloping me.

  The prosecutor stared at me, begging me to cool down. “What made it different from sexual play?”

  My teeth mashed together as I fought for control. “Her face was covered in blood.”

  I forced myself to stop the words “from him hitting her,” because I knew the defense would object.

  After a while, the prosecutor glanced at the jury and back at me, then sighed. I wasn’t making a very good impression due to my anger seeping out.

  “Tell me, why are you so agitated being in this room today?”

  A good question. It would make the jury understand why. Who wouldn’t be angry, sitting across from the man who almost took your world away?

  “Because he…” I couldn’t say his name, and I was so close to calling him a name the judge wouldn’t approve of “…hurt Lila. He tried to take my wife away from me. My love and reason for being.”

  I took great pride in the murderous look that flashed on Adam’s face after calling Lila by her marital title. Lawrence smiled and continued
on.

  After a grueling fifteen minutes and more than one warning from the judge, the defense took over.

  “Mr. Thorne, you and Delilah Thorne weren’t married when you first encountered Mr. Mitchell, were you?”

  “No.”

  “Neither were you engaged, is that correct?”

  “Yes.” If I thought answering the prosecution was bad, it was nothing compared to the “yes” and “no” answers for the defense.

  “Were you living together?”

  “Yes.”

  “But you still retained separate residences?”

  “Yes.”

  “And that is because your employer did not allow fraternization between its employees, correct?”

  “Yes.” I shifted in my seat, but made sure it wasn’t noticeable.

  “Is it true that you destroyed all the drywall in your entryway in a fit of anger?”

  “Objection,” Lawrence called out. “Irrelevant to the case.”

  The defense attorney didn’t flinch. “Mr. Thorne also has a history of violence. I am strictly trying to show that, your Honor.”

  “What relevancy does it pose?” the judge asked, his voice clipped in annoyance at the defense attorney. Lila was right—the judge didn’t like him.

  “That Delilah Thorne is the instigator of violent reactions.”

  The judge thought on it for a moment. “I’ll allow it. Please answer the question, Mr. Thorne.”

  I sighed, unhappy with the twist. “No.”

  “No, you did not destroy your entryway.”

  “Yes, I did, but not—”

  “You blamed it all on your coworker, Delilah Palmer, isn’t that right?” He cut me off, keeping me from elaborating.

  “No.”

  “Weren’t you angry at her?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’ve shown us your anger today. Have you ever hit Delilah?”

  “No.” My gut was tied in knots at even the thought of it, and I somehow managed to keep from flinching.

  “Never?”

  “Never.”

  “The defense rests.” He wore a smug look as he moved back to his seat.

  The prosecutor stood, and I knew they wanted to redirect after some of the questions posed by the defense.