Dark Love (The Two Sides of Me Book 3) (25 page)

“I don’t expect you to understand why I need to keep the house. Thank you for being my wife, Mia, thank you for your eternal patience and commitment, for standing by me when I don’t deserve a single second of your love.” He brings my hand to his lips and tenderly kisses it closing his eyes he holds it there for a few moments. When he opens them, he doesn’t look at me. Instead he turns his face toward the window on his side of the car, something about this moment of sudden expressive gratitude won’t let me look away and I see a single tear slide down his cheek. He really believes he is unworthy of my love; I imagine he doesn’t think he deserves his success or wealth either. My heart aches in the special way it only does for him and I wonder if there will ever be a day when he is content, when his heart is full of only love and his soul is at peace allowing his spirit to soar. So much healing needs to happen, but I have enough faith for the both of us. Evan found all the pieces of my shattered heart and fit them back together to make it whole somehow some way I will find a way to mend his as well.

The flight home was long, and the stop in Oregon is depressing. I hated saying goodbye to Gabriella and Simone. They promised to visit soon though, and we made plans to Skype. Being in the jet again was surreal I hadn’t given it a second thought, I was so excited to go home it hadn’t occurred to me we would be flying in the same jet that brought us here. That is until I stepped inside, and the memory of waking up in a drug induced fog after being kidnaped by my ex-boyfriend clobbered me over the head. So much has happened since then I can’t help but be grateful that Evan was borderline insane bringing me here, isolating me from my friends and family, forcing me to see things his way. Sometimes a little, ok a lot, of crazy is necessary to get what you want, and God knows Evan always gets what he wants.

Evan leads me through the hangar where we have just exited the plane I’m exhausted and dying to get home. Isaac and Mr. Saint are each lugging a kennel containing pissed off kitties. Yes and No are awake and ready to play after being sedated before our long flight, they are protesting with loud meows.

We have made the trip in an impressive fourteen hours,
but these two couldn’t care less. Yes lets out a particularly loud cry halting our parade to the car momentarily Evan and I look back to see what the problem is,
Isaac, who carries her kennel shrugs and Evan, rolls his eyes. “Crazy furballs.”

“You love ‘em, and you know it,” he snorts as we climb into the Escalade waiting to take us home.

“I’ve never seen this before,” I say caressing the leather seat on either side of me. It’s warm and relaxing inside, a sharp contrast to the bitter February weather of Seattle.

“There are several vehicles you have yet to see.”

“Oh yeah, I remember you telling me that, I still don’t understand why you have so many.”

“Different occasions call for different cars, or an SUV as today has proven. Where would you put those puff balls if we were in the Lamborghini?” The Lamborghini, God I remember that thing, driving it was like skydiving thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

“Yea true, driving that car was nerve-racking enough without those two crawling around. But you have to admit you’re a little overindulgent.”

“I do not,
” he picks an imaginary piece of lint from his knee, brushing it off onto the floor. Smiling at his boyish stubbornness I reach out and cup his cheek in my hand turning his face to mine. “What?
”

“You’re cute.”

“Cute?”

“Yea cute.”

“Ok lady, you need sleep, no one in my entire life has ever referred to me as
cute
.”

“Well, now they have because you are.” I lean in to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek, but he quickly advances offering his mouth instead pushing his tongue through my parted lips urgently. The electrical current in the air is palpable as I’m roughly hoisted onto his lap to straddle his narrow hips I realize he is most assuredly not cute anymore feral, animalistic, magnetic maybe but definitely not cute. Every part of me pulses, craving his touch, the moans from deep in his chest and the whimpers from my lips propel me further toward my ultimate yet unexpected goal to have him inside of me. My need for him is uncontrollable; undeniable I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt such a powerful desire to connect with him. Our hands are everywhere at once all of my senses are on overload, the smell of his skin and the leather interior of the SUV, the sight of his wild eyes darkening with desire, the sound of his breathing accelerating, the pounding of his heart under my hand on his chest the combination of it all is simply too much.

I drop my head back to offer him my neck which he eagerly accepts, licking and sucking his way up to the little spot behind my ear that makes me shiver and down to the tender flesh above my collarbone where his open mouth devours me. Removing his hand from the bare skin of my back he reaches out to press the lock button on the door panel, the kitties are already loaded in back with our luggage and protesting loudly, they do not appreciate the delay.

When his attention is fully on me again the desire in his eyes stokes the already scorching fire at my core and every movement, every touch from there on is frantic tearing at each other's clothes to get closer, to touch more to taste more. When he pulls his cock from his jeans, I feel it stiff and smooth as silk against my belly. My jeans are haphazardly yanked off of only one leg along with my panties literally half-dressed I dig my nails into his shoulders and throw all caution to the wind. I rise to mount him when he stops me suddenly grasping my hips, suspending me above his cock preventing me from fulfilling this insane desire to sink down and take him deep inside of me.

“Hey…” I protest opening my eyes to see why the brakes have been put on, I find him staring at me, panting with want, trembling on the precipice of ecstasy. “What is it?” I say between gasps seeing the indecision in his eyes as if he were unsure about continuing, what the hell? Why would we stop, fuck me already I scream in my mind, he’s always reading my damn mind when I don’t want him to, but now I really want him to! Just as quickly as he halted our passion he rebounds, and I’m given what I crave, he releases his hold on my hips and I slide down around his beautiful solid cock coating him with my desire, I love this fucking man and his lengthy cock. When he is deep inside of me he tangles one hand in my hair the other circling my back he plasters himself against me as if he were trying to meld us into one entity ringing the breath from my lungs. We bury our faces into each other’s necks I feel him pulse inside of me as he stills collecting the strength to hold on and make this last.

When he’s able, he loosens his tenacious grip, and I gulp in a breath of much-needed air. Holding onto his shoulders I slide off of him until only his tip brushes the outer folds of my needy sex before he thrusts forward.

“Ahhhh fuuuuck Mia!” he moans low and long before picking up the pace. I take all of him, every time to the precipice of pain, but it’s a delicious pain that I welcome over and over while we rock the hell out of this Cadillac.

“Fucking hell Mia, I want to bite this ass.” He has a cheek full in each hand as he penetrates my soaked core over and over. I work my hips in circles and up and down, riding him hard and fast, and then slow and tortuous. His hands slide under my ass and spread my cheeks as he glides two fingers along my slit, with each thrust of my hips he reaches under and back with his long fingers dragging my slickness back spreading it all the way down my crack, past the pucker of my ass where he hovers and slides a finger around in circles but never penetrates. I shudder at the sensation; it feels good better than I ever imagined it would.

“Mmmm, you like that baby, I know you do.”

“Ahh yes…yes…” That’s all I’m capable of saying, we’re in that place where we go, the zone where no one else exists, Anyone could open the car door and I wouldn’t even be aware of them, this is bliss the place between reality and fantasy. Dipping his head, he takes my nipple in his mouth at the same time circling my clit he drives me off the cliff with the combination. I clutch his biceps and with no warning or abandon I come like never before.

“Oh God, Evan!!!” I scream and on cue his fulfillment joins mine we meld into one enormous ball of pulsing energy like a star being born we explode around each other in perfect unity.

“Fuck, Mia, you slay me, I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours…” he murmurs against the skin of my neck as the tightly wound muscles of our bodies begin to relax and the veil of protection that surrounds us dissipates revealing the reality of what we’ve just done, damn it we were doing so well up until now. When I pull away, Evan’s eyes turn from hooded and lusty to shocked and fearful.

“What, Evan hey what’s the matter?” He reaches out to touch my cheek swiping it he shows me two fingers covered in blood, immediately I’m ripped from a moment of fulfillment and thrown into a cold pool of truth. “You’re bleeding.” I grasp his face between my hands to tilt his head toward me, examining his incision I see nothing, his hair has grown back to a short soft buzz cut length, but I am still able to see where they removed a plate of bone from his skull. Nothing absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

As I’m checking him over his face is angled into our laps I feel panic surging through his body like a storm rolling in out of nowhere.

“Oh God, Mia, it’s not me it’s you.” I release his head and follow his gaze to where we are still connected and find blood, lot of it. My first thought is shit I’ve started my period; I haven’t been keeping close track of that with all that’s been going on with Evan. But quickly I assess that this is not that kind of bleeding this is active full on bleeding. And then cramping, something is very wrong here. Evan scrambles to move me onto the seat next to him, laying me down on my back he wipes at the blood with his shirt from the floor, but I can feel it trickling down under my bottom. In shock I lift my hands and see palms covered in blood, not a place on his body or mine has gone untouched, both of us have been relying solely on touch and the intense sensations that come with sex, we never noticed the blood. He slams his hand against the lock button and to my horror screams for Mr. Saint.

“Evan, God no, don’t let him see me like this are you nuts?!” He disregards me, like a machine he works at putting himself back together and covering me up with the leg of my jeans that is dangling from my hip. The door opens immediately, and I turn to face the back of the seat next to me, embarrassed to be seen in this compromising position half-dressed and bleeding.

“Eyes down! Take us to the nearest hospital now!” He bellows at Mr. Saint anger and worry ripple with his words. He's in the driver’s seat and driving before I can think another thought.

“Arms up.” I turn my head slightly from the shelter of the back seat and see he’s holding my bra and sweater I blindly follow his instructions until he’s got me all in order other than my one naked leg. A feeling that he knows something more about what’s going on nags at me, what the hell is going on here?

“Evan…” He won’t meet my eyes and continues to fuss with the edge of my sweater. “Evan!”

“Mia, I’m so sorry, I knew it was dangerous, I knew we shouldn’t. You are being punished because of me, this was destined to happen, I’m not supposed to have anything good…” What the fuck is he talking about? I interrupt his ramblings.

“Hey, I have no idea what you’re talking about Evan you’re not making any sense.” His eyes lock with mine finally, and my first thought is
this is why they say the eyes are the window to the soul.
His soul is being tormented by something new I’ve seen his pain before but right now he’s being crucified. “Evan, you’re scaring me! Why am I bleeding, what are you…”

Oh God no, it’s impossible, there is no way in hell I’m pregnant, the doctor said I could never be, he made it crystal clear that I would never conceive and carry a child in my uterus due to the damage and surgery after my attack.

“Am I? Was I? No no, this can’t be.” He nods in affirmation, and I lay my hands on my belly that is cramping severely now. “How? You knew? Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!” My question starts out soft but escalates to hysteria before he finally answers. “Dr. Carmichael checked when he did your physical; I had never told him you weren’t capable of becoming pregnant.”

“And he didn’t tell
me
? He told
you
!” I
roar; Mr. Saint shifts uncomfortably in the driver’s seat, and the kittens begin to yowl. My head is going to explode, I’m way past shock and overstimulation, I’m knocking on the door of insanity. Evan reaches out to take my hand, and I smack it away. “Don’t; just do not touch me right now.” I cover my eyes with my arm and in the dark I attempt to accept what he’s telling me, what’s happening, what might happen, what he’s kept from me and why? I still can’t understand the why, so I ask. Saint hits a pot hole and jolts me causing more pain and a gush of bleeding.