Page 28 of Garnish with a Candy Cane
“Will you help me handle him please?”
Unbelievable that she’s calm as shit while I’m anything but. With the gash on her forehead and the rip in her shirt, I’m ready to end this bastard. “Fuck yes. My absolute pleasure.”
I slide the red metal tank out of her trembling hands and shove my foot onto his chest, holding him in place. Fuck if I enjoy the horror in his eyes as he has no choice but to watch me crash the butt into his terrified face. The crack of bones and spurt of blood soothes the beast inside me for now. This asshole will be a treat to torture, maim, and destroy later. Right now Noelle needs me, and I always put her first.
Collapsed onto her side, she reaches for me as I swivel her direction, and I’m on her in an instant. Scooping her up into my arms where she belongs, I curl her close and carry her away from her tormentor. My lips press against her damp forehead and I give silent thanks I got here when I did. “Hey champ. Fight’s over. You’re safe.”
Delirious I guess, she giggles from my comment. “I heard the b-bell. It was t-time for r-round two.”
Must be in shock too with her teeth chattering. “You won, baby girl. Believe me, you definitely won.”
“I know I d-did. I g-got you.”
Fuck me. A million questions explode in my mind about him and her and especially us with her possessive comment. I force myself to keep quiet. She’s in no condition to be interrogated, and I’m for damn sure in no condition to tolerate her becoming upset. “Let’s get you home and in bed so you can rest before Nana gets up for breakfast.”
She slumps completely against my chest and fear like I’ve never experienced amps up in my muscles from her limp body. “You still with me Duchess?”
“Yes, I always want to be with you.”
“No worries there. You always will be.”
The elevator pings again and the doors slide open. My gratification releases too to be taking her out of here for the very last time. Putting up with me and taking care of Nana and our kids will be plenty enough work for her.
“My Duke. Your Duchess.”
Giddy with trauma, yet similar to the effect of the booze that night at my club, she speaks the truth. Her assertion makes me just as ecstatic and I can’t hold back from kissing her again. Cedric races to us when we enter the lobby. The fury on his face from seeing Noelle laid out matches mine. “Take care of the guy up on thirty-seven so I can deal with him later. Have Chris call Dr. White to meet us at the house to examine her and get the best plastic surgeon in the city for her forehead because I know girls give a shit about stuff like that.”
“Got it.”
I trust that he does since he never disappoints and stride out to my vehicle waiting in theno parkingzone. Sam hustles to open the door with a frown as deep as Cedric’s.
“Anything you need boss?”
Just Noelle’s agreement to be my world. Normally my men don’t ask. Instead they wait for my orders. This time he’s just as shook as Cedric to see a woman, especially one as delicate as Noelle, hurt. Unaware how fucking tough she really is. I can’t wait to tell them what a savage angel their boss’s wife is. “No, I’ve got her.”
He nods with approval I don’t need but appreciate just the same. Confirming they realize how important she is and will take care of her the way I require going forward. Just like I swear to god I always will too.
For seven days he hasn’t touched me except holding me tight every night until I drift off into the deepest sleep I can ever remember. An amazing bed. An amazing man. An amazing life. And, now I’m ready to show him how much I appreciate how amazing he is.
I open my eyes and find him watching me. Just like he always does while I bathe. According to him, we have a perfect nightly routine to unwind from the chaos of his life. He enjoys his drink, while I enjoy my soak, chatting about everything and nothing. Soothing to me from the mere sound of his voice. Confirming to him how much his words and actions mean to me. Calming to both of us as we start our evening together.
When I stand, he’s right there – clutching my hand and helping me climb out. He pampers me with his attention and affection, gently drying my body and nurturing my heart with his tenderness.
Instead of following me to the walk in closet to pull on my t-shirt and yoga pants like usual, I lead him to the sofa by the fireplace. A blaze already crackles from his earlier thoughtful efforts to ensure I’m not chilled after I leave the tub with only a towel wrapped around me.
He allows me to playfully push him down on the cushion, curiosity morphing to desire when I slowly caress my palms up his thighs and drop between his separated legs. “You know you’re the only man I’d ever kneel for.”
A growl rumbles deep and raspy in his throat from my implication, a reminder from the first night he made love to me. Without him uttering a single objection, I unfasten his pants button and slide down the zipper, easily tugging out his already rock hard penis from his boxer briefs.
Although it’s impossible he seems even bigger than I remember. Maybe because I’m holding him in my hands this time. I gingerly rub over the head with my fingertip before cupping my fingers around the length and stroking up and down.
I’ve never done this before so I take my time. He doesn’t seem to mind. Just watches me with hooded eyes as he wraps my ponytail around his fist keeping me close. He doesn’t have to worry either. I’m not going anywhere. As wonderful as he’s been to me, I’m more than happy to pleasure him the same way.
His arousal beads on top of the small slit, and not giving myself time to change my mind, I plunge forward for a taste. It’s not bad but it’s not good either. I guess I make a face because he chuckles his unbelievably sensual laugh and I grin from being caught. I love how his body responds – his hips jerking and his breath quickening as I lick and suck the tip. I may never get used to the salty texture but I’ll always want to make him enjoy this.
I know he is when he bucks again after I draw him farther between my lips. Trying hard to take him all. I gag a little and have to release him. I guess he’s too much for the entire thing to fit but I’ll keep practicing. I take a deep breath and relax my jaw. I get a little farther and a whole lot of appreciation if his swear word is any indication from my efforts.
I want to pump my fist almost as much as I want to pump him. I’m doing this and he likes it. Ironically, I’m too cocky taking his cock and the next dive down makes my eyes water. Dang it.
