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BRYNN
After a week in the hospital, I got to take my king home to our castle. A broken leg—his second earned while on duty it turned out—punctured lung and four broken ribs, but he was alive. Alive and absolutely all mine.
Hunter was released after just two days with some minor burns and a cough he would kick soon enough. Cage and Charli got a crash course in parenting—good thing since we just found out they’re pregnant—while I stayed at the hospital and they kept Amelia. Levi insisted on visits every day, and his hospital room was never less than overflowing.
We were surrounded by people. Our people. With the girls and our babies, the guys from the station and several hot cop buddies. They were our people, and realized Lola had been right. They'd been my people all along.
“I fucked you in a hospital already, don't think I won't again, honey.” Levi growled as I lay beside him on discharge day.
“Levi! Behave.” I giggled though, as I had hardly been behaving.
We were waiting for paperwork to be finished so we could head home and I was antsy. Anxious. Excited. To walk through the doors of his house and at least have it feel like our house. To make us dinner and sit with our daughter and let myself embrace the truth that they were my family.
I spent every night with him in his bed, despite the nurses' protests. I couldn't stand to sleep without him now; it felt too cold, too empty in a bed without his weight or Amelia's tiny fists and chunky knees snuggled into me.
Today I was being less than proper as I slid my knee over his cast. My hands lingered when I touched his bruised and bandaged ribs. Lips whispered over his throat and my teeth traced the vein that pulsed life through his damaged but still perfect body.
“You behave. I’ve been hard as shit for hours. Trust that once I figure out the logistics that equal the least amount of pain, I am fucking the shit out of you.” Levi brought his hand down hard, as hard as he could manage, on my ass and I moaned.
“Promises, promises.” I laughed into his neck, biting at his vein and moaning again when his fingers slid between my legs.
“Keep it up,” Levi growled, and fuck, I loved that sound as it vibrated against my tits,” my cock sure as shit ain't broke, honey.” Levi's fingers pressed the pulse between my legs, spreading me beneath my leggings, groaning when he found the dampness there.
“Fuck. I miss this pussy. Hope Charli and Cage want to play house for a few more hours. I need quality time with your cunt.” I shuddered against him, my fingers sliding through his hair as I lifted to kiss his filthy mouth.
“Ahem,” someone cleared their throat from the doorway, “Here with your discharge papers, Mr. Holt. Mrs. Holt.” I moaned into Levi's mouth; not because I was hot, not because we'd been interrupted. But because the nurse had called me his wife. Mrs. Holt. Fuck.
“Thank you, Betty. I think I am going to miss you the most.” Levi smiled a big, sexy, warm smile at the sweet nurse. I think she blushed.
Discharge went fast and we were home in no time. Levi was pretty skilled with his crutches, considering his past experience, and getting him in the house and settled went smoother than I expected. I was bringing him a beer, figuring he earned it, when I saw the serious look on his face.
“Baby...what is it? What's wrong?” I sat on the coffee table facing him, my heart kicking up.
“Brynn...” Levi's voice was choked and his eyes stormed like the starry sky, emotions swirling in their depths.
“Baby?” I took his hands, bringing his bruised and bandaged left hand to my lips.
“Your stuff. All...all your stuff is here. When? How?” I twisted to glance at the few boxes lining the dining room wall.
Some of it was already unpacked, the boxes half open, some even empty. Everything I'd shipped from Boston weeks ago. Plan had been to wait for Levi to ask me back home. When he got hurt, I figured he had given me the keys, I might as well use them.
“This week. The guys did most the heavy lifting. Every time I came home, I unpacked a thing or two. Is...is it okay?” I wondered suddenly if I'd been too presumptuous.
“Jesus...Brynn...it is more than okay. I want you here. Want you home, with us. Where you belong. Is...is it for good?” I bowed my head, shamed I' d caused him such doubts.
“For as long as you want me.” I kissed his hands again, my eyes lifting cautiously to his.
“Forever. The other day...you called me your husband. Today, Betty called you Mrs. Holt. Someday...” My breath catches as I slide to the floor between his outstretched legs.
As the air charges between us, I carefully wedge myself close. I know it’s not a proposal, know he would do something I could never turn down, could never forget, but it's enough. My heart thrums, my blood heats and I feel whole and wholly aroused.
“Someday. Not today. Today....” My eyes hold his as I wrap my hands around the waistband of his sweats. A wounded Levi in gray sweats, talking about forever has my thighs clenching and my body hot.
Levi watches me, his eyes half-mast and his breathing hitching. One tug and his cock springs out, heavy and thick, and so hard I just want it driving inside me. Later. Now, it's about him. As I bend in, licking the length of him, I never look away from him. I can't.
“Fuuck. Love your mouth, baby. Shit you do with that tongue.... Goddamn, Brynn.” Levi's head falls back onto the back of the couch, but he too never looks away.
