Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Jayson,” she says.
“Mom. Hey. You okay?”
“I should be asking you that.” She leans down and kisses his cheek. “I know what you boys are. I know what you do for this family. But please, son, I can’t lose any of you. Not after losing your father.”
“I’ll try to stick around, okay?”
“Good. You have a wife to look after now, and soon you’ll have children too. I heard you carried her to your room like a caveman yesterday. I hope you’re well on the way to getting pregnant.” She gives me a stern look.
My ears turn pink as Casey and the boys both laugh. Nessa cracks a little smile, and I realize she’s only teasing.
It feels strange, standing in this room, Jayson in the hospital bed in that ugly gown, looking exhausted and sunken, but this is the first time that I really feel like I’m a part of this family. I’m not the stranger girl sent here to ruin everything—I’m Jayson’s wife and the future mother of his children.
I’m a Costa now.
And all it took was nearly losing him—twice—for it to really sink in.
Chapter 43
Jayson
“Fucking home.” I step across the threshold into the condo and release a groan. “No more hospital bed. No more hospital food. Fucking home.”
“Take it easy, okay?” Fallon helps support my weight, which is goddamn humiliating, but I’m still recovering from two gunshot wounds. Doc says I’ll be good to go in a month, but for now, I need to take it easy. My wife steers me to the couch and fusses over me. “Need a blanket? Some pillows?”
“I’m not some frail fucking old man,” I grumble and catch her wrist, tugging her into my lap. “I’ve actually never felt better.”
“Don’t you dare,” she says, wiggling her hips and grinding into my cock. “You are not up to the task just yet.”
“Try me. Go ahead. Take off your clothes. I can sit back and let you do most of the work.”
“I’d rip open those stitches. You think I’m going to go easy on you, husband of mine? No, I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”
“Darling, you know just what to say.”
“Now stop fighting and let me take care of you.”
I give in and allow her to get the pillows adjusted just right. She brings me medication, which I happily take, a big glass of water, and starts chatting away as she flips through the channels.
A week in the hospital. What a fucking nightmare. I was doped up most of the time, which was kind of nice, although now I’m running on antibiotics and ibuprofen. Everything aches, which is normal considering a team of the best trauma surgeons in the country cut me open and rooted around in my guts for a couple hours, but it’s fucking horrendous.
All I want to do is be with my wife. I want to bend her over my lap, spank her ass, and make her mine.
Give her the pleasure she deserves for putting up with all this pain.
Instead, I’m still a goddamn patient.
“You don’t have to look so grumpy,” she says, cuddling at my side. “You’re home now.”
“I’m happy to be home,” I say, forcing myself to soften. “I just hate being so goddamn frail.”
“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about any of my family anymore, right? You killed the last three in the States, and Rian says he has things settled on his end.”
“That’s what Adler told me too,” I grumble.
“Also, you have me.” She gives me a seductive little smile and kisses my lips. “You know, I probably can’t fuck you into oblivion, but there are other things I can do.”
“Don’t tease me, baby. I can’t take it right now.”
“What do you think? Should I suck your cock nice and gentle and slow? I don’t want to hurt you, husband of mine. I just want to make you come in my throat.”
“Please,” I moan. “But sit on my face first. Just lay me back and let me devour you. I’m desperate for it.”
“You are a filthy man.”
“You’re fucking right I am. And you are my filthy girl.”
“I love it.” She kisses me. “And I love you.” She kisses me again.
“I love you too. Now, be a good girl, and sit on my fucking face.”
She laughs, but she does exactly as I command, and though we have to be careful—once her pussy firmly latches onto my mouth, I can make my wife scream from bliss without ripping up my insides.
“It’s good to be home,” I say once she’s lying back on the couch, twitching with post-orgasm aftershocks, and there’s only a tiny bit of blood on my bandages.
That’s a good start to the rest of our lives.
Chapter 44
Fallon
One Month Later
“Where’s my wife?” Jayson roars as he storms into the condo.
I laugh and yelp, running away as he tries to catch me. “Hey, go easy! You’re still in recovery!”