My Every Breath

by Brittney Sahin

  Fuck no.

  She stumbles back, her eyes widening, her lips parting.

  “I buy and sell companies for parts, right? I’m a destroyer.” Maybe I’ve still been living in the shade of my father’s lies, acting like his sins aren’t on me.

  “I can’t ask you to do that. Your company is everything to you.”

  “No.” I move toward her. “You’re everything to me.” I smile. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”

  “I just can’t let you—”

  “Unfortunately for you, I’m not so good at taking orders, so I think I’ll make the call on this one.”

  “How do you know this is what you want? What if it doesn’t make you happy?”

  “Working together to save these women would make you happy, right?” I angle my head, trying not to lose hold of her beautiful eyes.

  “Of course,” she answers, a little breathy.

  “Then it’ll make me happy.”

  She closes her eyes, and I can tell she’s thinking about resisting again, so I grab her and lift her up off the ground, encouraging her legs to wrap around me.

  “Hang on to me, baby,” I murmur into her ear. “Never let go, and I promise you you’ll never regret it.” I brush my lips against her temple. “Maybe there is such a thing as redemption for me. Help me find my way to a second chance.”

  A soft cry works out of her throat, and she leans back so she can look into my eyes without losing her hold around my hips.

  “You’ve never needed a second chance.” She hiccups. “We’ve just needed each other.”

  My lips smash against hers, and we drop back onto the couch at the center of the room.

  She straddles me and holds my face between her palms. “Now,” she says, smiling, “let’s see who makes the first move with me in this position. I still say it’s you who blinks and loses control.”

  I grip the sides of her thighs, my cock growing thick with her on top of me.

  “Oh . . . it’s on.”

  But then she peels her tank over her head, exposing her full, perky breasts.

  “Well, that’s not playing fair.”

  She chuckles. “Who said anything about playing fair?”

  And this time, I’m the one groaning as we kiss.

  “I want a lifetime of this,” she whispers into my ear a few minutes later and squirms around on my lap, loving how much she’s torturing me.

  “And you’ll get it.” I tug on her hair to tip her head back so I can see her glowing face.

  “But first, you want to do naughty things to me, don’t you?”

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” I lift her up into the air.

  I’ll gladly be the one to blink. Well, this time, at least.

  “Where are we going?” she squeals as I flip her over my shoulder so her ass is near my face, and then I spank her as I walk through our obstacle course of a home.

  “Shower sex.” I slap at her tight, hard ass again, unable to stop myself.

  I help her to her feet once inside the master bathroom and switch on the overhead rain shower.

  “I love you, Mr. King,” she says beneath the water a few minutes later, her hands gliding over my chest, water trickling down her face.

  I kiss her wet lips and run my fingers through her slick hair. “I love you, too, Mrs. King.”

  It’s only been three days since we went to the courthouse and said I do.

  I wanted to carry her over the threshold of our new home as husband and wife.

  Maybe we moved fast.

  Maybe people think we’re crazy.

  But the thing is, we don’t give a damn what anyone thinks.

  She’s my wife.

  And now, I have everything in the world I could ever want.

  Well, almost . . .

  Epilogue

  Cade

  “Beautiful.” Gia’s mesmerized by the baby in her arms. He’s wrapped in a soft blue blanket, his face wrinkled and pink, his eyes closed.

  “You’re an uncle.” Grace’s gaze sweeps up to my face after staring lovingly at her other son in her arms.

  “That I am. And you were amazing.”

  An emergency C-section, but thank God everyone’s okay.

  “Congrats, man.” I shake Noah’s hand. It’s still hard for me to believe my sister is a mom, and I’m an uncle.

  Caston and Craig. What is it with our family and C names for boys? But I wasn’t going to throw my two cents in and offer up alternatives. Apparently, these were the names of two team members Noah lost in the SEALs.

  Gia approaches me. “Do you want to hold him?”

  I stare down at the fragile little guy, afraid I might drop him.

  “No, I’m okay.”

  “Oh, come on.” She hands him over to me without giving me an option, and I cradle his neck and try to hold on to him tight without squeezing too much.

  “You’re a natural,” my sister says.

  I can’t stop looking at this little dude in my arms. “Are we ever gonna do this?” I ask a minute later.

  “Do what?” Gia reaches for the little hand that has worked free from the blanket.

  “You know, make one of these.”

  “These?” She laughs, and I hear my sister make some sort of amused half-snort.

  Without dropping the baby’s hand, she presses up on her toes and whispers into my ear, “I think you know how to do the making part just fine.”

  I eye her. “I’m serious.”

  “And I am, too.”

  She’s young, though.

  Just because I’ll be forty in a few years doesn’t mean she’s ready. But Gia’s experienced more in life than most people at eighty . . .

  We’ve been busy focusing on the missing women, though, so would we have time for a child?

  My chest tightens, constricting with emotions.

  I do want a child.

  “You’d make great parents,” Grace interrupts our eye-staring contest.

  “Maybe we’ll just see what happens. Not make any plans,” she says to me when we’re alone in the hospital hall a few minutes later. “We’ll stop using protection and go with the flow, let fate decide.”

  I grumble and tug her against me so her hands land on my chest. “You want me to lose control of the situation?”

  She smiles. “Yeah. You think you can handle that?”

  A low rumble of laughter escapes my mouth unexpectedly. “Well, I have done a lot of things I never thought I’d do since you entered my life.”

  “You have, have you?” Her hands slide up around my neck, and she tips her chin up.

  “But in this case . . .” I shake my head. “We’re making a baby tonight.”

  She snaps her fingers behind my head. “Like that, huh?”

  I chuckle. “Don’t you know me by now? I always get what I want.”

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