Page 44 of Redemption

Chapter 34

My first instinctwhen Josie began her confession was to grab her and run. Find us a place to hide and forget about her father and the rest of the world. When she’d first touched me, I thought it was to gain strength. But once she dropped her bomb, I knew it was her subtle way of showing her dominance. Confessing her crime was the part of the plan I wasn’t happy with. But, in deference to her unspoken commands, I remained seated, tension in every muscle of my body. My head pounded from my jaw grinding together. My eyes remained so fixated on Webber, trying to anticipate what his next move would be, I barely heard the words Josie spoke. Not that it mattered; I knew her story by heart. None of my muscles relaxed even after she completed her tale.

Now that plans had been put into motion to set up an exchange of information, Josie and I left the office and headed to her house. Strained silence followed us the whole way there. I tried my breathing exercises that Dr. Parrish had given me, but that shit wasn’t helping me. Panic, fear, and a whole range of emotions had taken residence up inside me, and no matter how much I tried to purge them, they remained festering deep in my gut, like smoldering coals that burned hotter than any fire.

Once we reached the house, I opened Josephine’s door and held my hand out to help her out of the car, but the minute she was on her feet, I released her. A flash of hurt crossed her face, but I didn’t react. I was too busy keeping my emotions in check until we got inside. The hurt only lasted for a second before her shoulders stiffened, and she stood a little taller. We made it inside before she turned to me.

“Are you okay?”

My laugh was hollow and even a little desperate sounding. “Not even in the slightest. You confessed to murder, Josie. We’ve just started our lives together, and it’s killing me knowing that this happiness I’m finally discovering again could be taken away in a heartbeat. I know Webber said that the FBI doesn’t have to know, but if your father really does have this evidence against you and this exchange takes place, how do you plan on keeping it from them? Do you really think it’s not going to come out?”

“I don’t know. I can only have faith. Even if it comes out, there’s no guarantee that it would go to trial or if I’d even be convicted. No one knows these kinds of things. What I do know is that there are women out there who have been stolen from their families. Probably raped. Possibly tortured. I can’t just sit back and let that continue to happen. We have to trust Connor and Webber. My father won’t stop until I’m dead. He has too much to lose. I’m just as scared as you are, so please don’t shut me out. If you care about me at all, I need you to be there for me.”

The words burst out of me in a staccato of uncontrolled emotion. “Care about you? Is that what this all-consuming emotion that I feel for you is? This emotion that’s dug its talons deep in my heart and refuses to let go? My heart fucking bleeds for you, Josephine Bishop.”

I fell to my knees at her feet and crushed her to me.

“You’re my entire existence, Josephine Louise Bishop. The air I breathe. I fucking love you, Josephine.”

Her breathing stuttered beneath my cheek and the hands caressing my head stopped moving. I tilted my head back to look at her. Tears and a soft smile graced Josie’s face.

“You love me?” It was barely a whisper.

I could only stare at her in disbelief, not comprehending how she could possibly question me.

“Of course, I love you, Josie. I’ve always loved you, even if I didn't want to admit it. You crawled under my skin when you were just twenty-one and you’ve never left. I’m not saying this thing between us is going to be easy, we’re both stubborn people, but I’ll do everything in my power to love you the best way I know how. I love your control and your Dominance. It pleases me to please you. I never knew how cleansing submission could be. And it’s all because of you.”

Her fingers traced across my cheeks and nose down to my lips. She lightly ran her fingers around my mouth.

“Oh, Miles. I love you too.”

Josie cradled my face in her hands and bent down to touch her lips to mine. It wasn’t a kiss full of passion, but rather of one filled with love, hope, and promise. Without breaking the kiss, I rose to my feet, and with hands under her hips I picked her up. Automatically, she wrapped her legs around my waist and threw her arms around my neck. We remained locked together with me peeking occasionally so I didn’t crash into anything as I carried her into the bedroom.

As though she were made of the most fragile glass, I laid her on the bed and gently began removing her clothes. Once she was completely naked beneath me, I hurriedly disrobed and immediately covered her body with mine. I trailed kisses down her neck and chest, stopping briefly to suckle and nip her breasts. My path continued downward as I licked a trail to her very essence. Her musky aroma mixed with her usual citrus scent filled my nose, and her inner thighs glistened with her juices. I couldn’t wait to lap them up. Josie must have had other plans, because a sharp tug to my hair had my head jerking up to look at her.

“My way. On your back, sub.” Her command was softened by her affectionate tone.

For the briefest of moments, I hesitated, but another tug on my hair had me wincing and rubbing the spot she pulled. Instead, I repositioned myself until I was at the head of the bed and then I rolled onto my back.

Immediately, Josie crawled on top, reached out to grasp my straining cock, and with agonizing slowness, lowered herself down onto me. A groan of pleasure vibrated in my throat as her hot cavern engulfed me, squeezing me tight. My cock throbbed as she settled herself. Seeing her above me, sitting proudly on top of me with her back slightly arched to push her breasts forward, had my cock aching for her to move. She leaned down, and our mouths collided in desperate need for each other.

As our tongues spoke to each other in their own language of love, Josie’s hips gently began to undulate as she rocked herself against me. She slowly raised and lowered herself, controlling her movements and driving me wild. I wanted desperately to thrust upward, and when I tried, she stopped her own movements. She was the maestro, and I was merely the orchestra she directed. Our bodies danced a waltz, and the only thing I could do was follow her lead.

She maintained her speed as I savored the flavor of her. A sheen of sweat was layered on our bodies, and my cock ached for release. Finally, Josie began rocking a little faster, her clit grazing my pelvis as she pushed her climax closer to the surface. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a vise, and I strained to hold back my thrusts. Suddenly, Josie cried out, and I swallowed the sound as shudders rocked her body with her release. The contractions of her pussy triggered my release, and my seed burst from me coating her inside. I’d never experienced this connection with another human being. It was visceral and sweet and explosive all at the same time.

Josie’s soft body relaxed across my chest, and my arms encircled her, keeping her close to me. I had no idea what the next few days would hold, but I knew I needed to be stronger than ever before if we were going to get through this. I needed to keep a tight hold on my emotions, because they would be tested like never before. Josie’s father had to pay for his crimes. I just prayed she wasn’t caught in the crossfire.

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