Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“Ano?” I hear from a raspy voice.
“Ana?” I ask, afraid that I dreamed hearing her voice or something.
“What happened?” she asks.
“You got shot, baby.”
“I’m alive?”
“Yes, thank God,” I say, pulling her hand to my lips and kissing it.
“Is Gina okay?” she asks.
“Oh, yeah. Quanico has her well in hand.”
“Good. I thought I saw something there.”
“I’m going to get the doctor,” I tell her.
“Wait. Don’t leave me. I’ll push the call button,” she says, pressing the red button near her.
A nurse rushes in and takes her vitals before paging her surgeon. I wait while he examines the stitches and the wound itself. I have to remind myself that he’s her doctor and that he’s not trying to cop a feel.
“Okay, Ana. I’m Doctor Gary Bryant. I did your surgery four days ago. The wound drain was removed two days ago, and you are healing nicely. I want to continue to monitor you for the next few days before discharging you. I’m worried about infection. I’ll give you something for the pain from your rib fractures. Do you have any questions?”
“No. Thank you so much,” she says.
“Alright, if you have think of anything, have a nurse page me and I’ll come right down.”
“Thank you, doctor,” I say, shaking his hand.
The doctor leaves the room and Ana looks at me.
“How did you find me?” she asks.
“I will always find you,” I reply.
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“Didn’t it?”
“No. How did you find me?”
“I put a tracker on you.”
“Where?” she asks.
“In your left arm,” I reply, as nonchalantly as possible.
“I thought that was a bee sting,” she says laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re so obsessed with me, you put a tracker on me.”
“Of course, I am. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” she says, seriously.
“I know you do.”
“How?”
“You told me. Right before you passed out in my arms.”
For the next hour, she teases me relentlessly about it until she falls asleep again. From this moment on, I need to be better about protecting my woman. I vow to myself that she will never be so vulnerable again, not as long as I’m alive.
It takes another few days for her to be well enough to go home. The morning she’s due to be released, she can’t keep her hands off of me and I don’t want her to.
Standing, I pull her to her feet, and kiss her before dragging her over to the small couch along the far wall. I sit down and settle her on my lap. Her hospital gown is easily pushed up and her panties slid to the side. She fumbles opening my jeans and then she grinds her wet pussy over the length of my cock.
"Ride me," I growl. She lifts her body up and slowly drops herself down on my cock. I'm mindful of where I put hands due to her stitches, so I grip her thighs and hold on while she bounces up and down my dick.
"I've missed this," she moans, her head thrown back. “This monster cock owns me; you know that don’t you?”
"I've missed you too, baby," I say, fighting to keep still, to let her move at her own pace, but it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
"So good," she cries out as her pussy clenches my cock.
"Marry me, Ana," I demand. Her head snaps forward so she can look at me. She stops bouncing and searches my face.
"What?” she asks. She must like the answer she found there because she moves again, thank God.
"Be my wife. Let's fuck shit up together," I say. She grins at me.
"Yes."
"I love you," I tell her. "So fucking much I almost died when you were taken from me."
"I love you too, Ticiano. I'll never leave your side again.”
“You better not,” I reply, grabbing her chin to bring her to meet my lips.
I’ll do anything for this woman for the rest of my life and that starts right now.
EPILOGUE
ANA
ONE YEAR LATER
“Baby, stop playing with the corpse and let’s go.” I roll my eyes at my impatient husband. When I have been interrogating people for hours, it turns him on and then he gets impatient because he needs to go fuck. Grabbing my gun, I turn to him and stick my tongue out. “That is going to get you a spanking, kitten.” I am counting on it.
I pull the trigger and turn into the arms of the man who loves me. “Let’s go. Take me home and fuck me, Ano.”
“With pleasure, baby.”
Unlike all the other girls, I am not pregnant, and we are not sure we want any. We decided the night we got married, that I would go on birth control, right away. We wanted time with one another. Time to be just us. To walk around the house naked and fuck whenever and wherever we want. We are not ready to be beholden to babies and other lives that will not only depend on us, but hinder our love language. Not a popular opinion, but as of right now, it is our decision.