Conviction: Devine (16 page)

I nodded, unable to confirm his reasoning.

He leaned to one side and pulled something from his pocket then from his wallet. I held on to the anger tearing through me as I took the small crumpled photograph from him. The edges were dog-eared and torn, the paper wrinkled and worn but the little girl who smiled back at me broke my God damned heart.

It was Jake with a mass of brown curls. “She’s so beautiful.”

He nodded, smiling at the photo in my hands. “And our little boy will be the most handsome little thing.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Boy?”

He nodded and winked. “Boy. Henry Jakob Devine.”

I peered at him, dumbstruck, before I nodded. “Henry Jakob Devine is perfect.”

“Good.” He grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”

“And if I didn’t?”

He shrugged before turning his whole body my way. His finger traced the edge of my jaw, his eyes following its route. “I’m willing to add Jeffery in there.”

I paused, my heart beating too quickly. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” he whispered as his nose nuzzled my neck and his lips softly kissed my sensitive skin. “Henry Jakob Jeffery Devine.”

I giggled when he nipped the skin on my collarbone. “The poor bugger will take an age to fill in forms.”

Shaking his head, his eyes looked up. “Nah.” He scrunched up his nose. “Henry JJ Devine for short.”

I didn’t think my heart could swell anymore but it did, right there on the floor beside a man that beyond all doubt had the ability to make me sob then smile, then love with an almighty force.

“Henry JJ Devine it is.”

He nodded firmly, grabbed the hem of my dress and tore it over my head. “Enough talking,” he murmured. “I need to hear you moan.”

“Well, I’m hungry and thirsty. And that bloody man in the grocers was trying to get a cop of my tits again. Chuffing Hilary in the bar spilt juice all over my new bag. Oh and . . .”

I laughed when Jake growled and tackled me to the floor. “We’re not married yet; I don’t mean that kind of moaning.”

“Yet?” I scoffed, giving him a playful slap.

Freezing, he moved away and looked at me. “Don’t say it as a question, Isla. I mean it. We’re not married. . . .” He leaned forwards and hovered his mouth over mine. “ . . . yet!”

I
SLA STARED AT ME
, her mouth as wide as her eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Very.”

“You want to marry me?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Me? You want to marry
me?
”

I gawped at her, amazed at her lack of self-worth. “Yes. I—want—to—marry—
you!
”

She seemed suspended in time as her chest stopped moving, her eyes fixed on mine and her body completely frozen. “Yes,” she whispered.

Unsure I’d heard her correctly, I moved closer to her, our noses touching. “Say that again.”

It took her a few seconds to compose herself as tears filled her eyes but then a smile broke on her face and she nodded. “Yes, Jake. I will marry you.”

It was my turn to struggle with confidence issues. I had been sure after everything that she would turn me down, that she would laugh in my face and tell me to fuck off. But she didn’t. She said yes. She—said—fucking—yes!

“Tomorrow?”

She laughed, her eyes lighting with happiness. “Even you can’t manage that. But yes, as soon as possible.”

The frantic beat of my heart pushed all my blood south, my dick roaring to life as her beautiful face stared up at me. Her long hair was splayed across the floor, the silky strands framing her perfectly. Her lips were slightly parted to accommodate her heavy breaths and her nipples hardened and pressed into my chest.

“You’re aroused,” I whispered with a smirk.

She quirked a brow and lifted her leg, slipping her thigh between mine. “So are you, darling.”

I nodded. “I’m always hard with you.”

“Uh-huh,” she breathed as she dragged the tip of her tongue up the centre of my throat. Shit, I nearly came in my pants.

“Isla, sweetheart,” I warned. “Don’t do that again if you want to come before me.”

She chuckled. “Jake, darling. I don’t care in what order we come, so long as I come.”

“You want me to make you come?”

I smiled when her breath hitched and she squirmed beneath me. “Yes.” It came out choked and high pitched, making me chuckle.

“Hard?”

“Very hard.”

Her cunt was already sopping, her juices soaking the denim of my jeans as she rubbed herself on me harder and faster.

I remained still, allowing her to get off while I watched her stunning face fill with pleasure. Her lips parted further as her panting sped up and I pushed my thigh harder against her. “I want to see you come, sweetheart. Come on, show me how fucking beautiful you are when you come for me.”

Her head tipped back, her tits pushing harder against me as she let out a groan and trembled beneath me, her orgasm hard and gratifying. I gritted my teeth, my balls screaming at me for some relief. But watching Isla come apart for me was just as satisfying as shooting my own load. Only this bloody woman could get that reaction from me. Partners in the past I had been greedy and selfish with, yet Isla, I wanted, needed, for her to experience every bit of my pleasure.

Pushing her back slowly so she rested against the bed, I pushed up her knees, yanked her knickers off and buried my face in her dripping pussy. I lapped at everything, devouring her cum like a hungry animal, relishing in the unique taste of her. She started to moan again, circling her hips as she ground herself on my face. She was so close, close to giving me more, so slipping a finger inside her, I collected the wetness and then thrust the same finger straight in her arse.

The moan she released was so carnal that I had to squirm to stop myself from coming. She rode my face so hard that it was becoming a struggle to breathe. Pulling away from her, I gripped her thighs, wrenched her towards me so she was flat on the floor, freed my cock, then impaled her in one hard thrust. Her mouth opened and a silent scream tore from her as a guttural growl ripped from me.

Her pussy gripped me, refusing me any movement and I took the opportunity to allow the cum to settle back in my balls as I kissed her. Her kiss was hungry as she tasted her own arousal, her fingers tugging on my hair as my fingers curled around her throat, holding her still. “You’re mine, Isla. Don’t ever forget that.”

She nodded, the lust in her eyes feeding my own. Drawing back, I narrowed my eyes on her. “Who do you belong to?”

She panted, thrusting her hips up to try and gain some stimulation but I pulled back a little more, teasing her. “Isla?”

“You,” she rasped. “You, Jake.”

I rewarded her correct answer with a hard drive inside her. Her pussy clamped hold again, strangling my cock with her desire. Managing to draw back again, I held her chin in a rough hold. “Who does your pussy belong to?”

“You,” she countered instantly, getting the hang of my needy questions. I’d never before felt this amount of jealousy or possessiveness but the thoughts that had gone through my head when I was locked up had nearly killed me. My imagination picturing her with other men after she decided I wasn’t good enough for her, the pictures in my head torturing me in the long lonely nights.

Once again, repaying her satisfying answer, I plunged my hips hard, both of us yelping when I hit her cervix and bounced back.

“Jake, please!”

Moving my hand, I pinched her nipple through the lace of her bra, watching the pleasure cover her face as I gave her the pain she needed. “Who does your heart belong to?”

“You,” she cried out, on the cusp of another orgasm.

“Yes!” I growled as I struggled to contain my control and fucked her like an animal.

Our moans merged together, the carnality of the erotic sounds making my spine tingle. She grabbed hold of my arms, her fingertips digging in and bruising as I screwed into her deeply, her hips moving into me as our rhythm became feverish and insatiable.

“Your soul?” I hissed when she dragged her nails down my back, knowing she’d drawn blood when I felt it trickle down my spine. “Is it mine?”

Her climax tore through her, her cunt tightening so much it sucked out my own climax. “YES!” she screamed.

Pulling out quickly, I wrapped my fist around my shaft and sprayed cum across her stomach, my cries of satisfaction as loud as Isla’s. The paleness of her skin appeared tanned when the white of my spunk decorated her. I roared like a God damn caveman, the white hot pleasure tearing into my brain causing my whole body to shake in ecstasy. It was such a primal and selfish thing to do but the way Isla’s face darkened when I collected my orgasm on the palm of my hand and held it out for her had me growling under my breath. Sticking out her tongue eagerly, I pressed my hand to her, allowing her to lick me clean, her greedy laps making my throat close in. Her eyes held mine as she devoured it all, her little tongue licking ravenously.

“I love you,” she whispered as I stared down at her.

“Good,” I replied with a smile, making her giggle. “I’d have to hurt you if you didn’t.”

She regarded me with a humoured expression. “Of course you would, Jake.”

She knew damn well I wouldn’t harm a hair on her gorgeous body. Unfortunately for me, that meant that the woman currently laid beneath me got her way many, many times during our years together. But I idolised her, yearned for her every minute we were apart. Isla was exactly the same, her need for me as potent as mine.

However, that meant that we fit together perfectly. Like soulmates, our hearts were always in tune with each other’s, our minds linked and our emotions interconnected.

Life saw many ups and downs in the coming months, especially since Seth and Gen had disappeared, her father’s contacts on the inside alerting them to my knowledge of their betrayal. And it was due to that fact that I gave Isla the best security I could.

I taught her to fight and shoot. Fuck me, she took to it like a duck to water. Her skill with a firearm rivalled that of Adam’s, both of them often having competitions. Needless to say, my little shooter won each and every one.

Henry was born healthy and strong, his handsome face the spitting image of Tilly’s. He both broke my heart and comforted it, his happy grin when I walked in after the day, the most glorious sight aside from his beautiful mother.

Carrie, who had become the most valuable addition to the Devine Corp excluding my wife, blew both mine and Isla’s murder charges out of the water when,
unfortunately,
any evidence held against me disappeared and Dwaine’s body was never recovered.

Much to Isla’s heartache, neither was her mother’s. Eventually, a service was held but it broke my heart when I saw her tears, the need to say goodbye to her mother shattering her from the inside.

But we were happy, so bloody happy that it seemed almost too good to be true.