Prisoner (All of You Book 1) (14 page)

Chapter Nineteen

Lani

He has his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tight like he’ll never let go.  He’s still inside me, and kissing me tenderly.  I don’t think he’s ever going to stop, and I hope he never does.  I hope he fucks me for the rest of the night.  I know he can, he’s done it before.

But this time he’s been shot, he’s been given medication, and we don’t have all night alone, locked in a cell where no one can hear us.  We have an armed guard right outside, and nurses will probably come in to check on him. 

I pull away from his kiss, but he’s still hard and I can’t pull away from his huge cock.  We’re both breathing heavily.  “Let’s lay down, Tony.”

“Okay,” he murmurs. He pulls out of me and I suddenly feel empty, as if he’s taken a piece of me.  He takes a step back, and I hurry to the bathroom.  This time I can shut the door, but for some reason I don’t, and I hear his phone ring.

“Roman,” he says, and I smile.  He pauses, and listens, then says, “In the bathroom.  Who is this?”  I wash my hands, and when I finish I hear, “Why would she not be okay?”  Pause.  “What channel?  Okay, I’ll do it now, sir.  Hold on, sir, here she is.” 

He hands me the phone when I walk into the room.  I smile at him, and he kisses my forehead.  He’s pulled up his pants, and I watch him climb into the bed as I say, “Detective Vaden.”

“The story is out, Melanie.  It’s all over the TV.”  It’s my dad.  I look at Tony, but he’s focused on trying to get the TV turned on.  “You’re there with him in the hospital room?”

“Yea, Dad.  I’m with him.”  I climb into the bed beside him, and he pulls the covers over both of us.

“Good.  Where’s your phone?  Are you running around without it?  Burke called and said you refuse to go home and change clothes.”  He sounds gruff, but calm.  He’s not mad at me, thank God.

“I don’t want to leave.”  I snuggle against his side, and rest my head on his chest.

“Stay there tonight.  I’ll bring you some clothes, your phone, and your toiletries.  Tomorrow is going to be the longest day of our fucking lives.  And tell your SEAL I’m not mad.  I love you, Lani.”

“I love you too, Dad.  I’ll see you when you get here.”  I hang up the phone, and he rolls over so that my ass is against his crotch. 

“Jesus, are you hard again?”  I ask as I cuddle closer into him.  “Dad says he’s not mad at you.”

“Your family is very accepting of you being with a convicted murderer.”  He’s set the TV to an all-news channel.  There’s a commercial on right now. 

“I’m sure my mom doesn’t know.  We’ve decided not to tell her.  She’s been very delicate since my sister died.  My step-dad isn’t happy about any of it.  My dad was in the Navy for four years, and still recalls his glory days at the VFW every Wednesday and Saturday night.”  He wraps his right hand under me, and pulls my back against his chest.  His left arm is in the sling, but his hand rests on my arm.  “Are you smelling my hair?”

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to smell a woman?”  He sounds sleepy. 

“Last week?”  He chuckles, and kisses my neck.  “Please don’t try to stay awake all night tonight.  Tomorrow will be hell on earth.”  As I say it, I hear a woman’s voice coming from the TV, so I turn toward it.

“A bust of an illegal fight venue has landed people who were guarding prisoners in jail.  The investigation is ongoing, but according to unnamed sources, death matches have been happening between prisoners housed in the Mason County Federal Correctional Center.  This is a for profit, privatized prison, and the warden, Louise Drake, has been arrested and charged with murder, conspiracy to commit murder, and many other charges to follow.  This channel has acquired a video, recorded on a personal cell phone.” 

“Are you watching, Gladiator?”  I watch him facing off with the beast, rip off his shirt, and scream like an animal, all being narrated by a male speaking in a foreign language.  When he rips off his shirt, the guy screams like a fangirl.  It’s disturbing.

“Sounds like I’m popular with the Germans.”  He chuckles.  “I think this guy has seen all of my fights.  He thinks I’m hot.”

“How the fuck can you laugh at that?”  I never, ever, thought I’d be this whiny with a man.  I sound like the annoying, high-maintenance, blonde, entitled… never mind.  He told me he loves me.  Do I say it back?  Do I love him?  Do I even know him?  “What’s your middle name?”

“I love this question.”  I can tell he’s being sarcastic.  “Dakila.  It’s Filipino.”

“It’s beautiful, just like you.  What kind of car did you drive… before?”

“Before prison?”  I nod.  “An extended cab truck.”

“That sounds like you, Gladiator.  What’s your favorite color?” 

“My kid’s eyes.” 

He shocks me when he says that.  “What color are they?”

“Dark, like mine.  What’s your favorite color?”

“Hey, these are my questions.  You answer.” 

“Yes, Detective Vaden.”  He chuckles. 

“Where would you go, if the president pardoned you, and you were completely free?”  I’m afraid to ask, but I have to know.

“To see my kids, in Pittsburgh.”  It melts my heart, but also turns me ice cold.  “I’d also go back into the Navy, if I could.”  I feel my heart breaking.  I had a feeling that he would leave me if he had the chance.  “How do you feel about living in Hawaii with me?”

“That sounds like a fantasy.”  I roll over and look into his eyes.  He’s grinning, but he’s completely serious.  “Doctor Dad took my mom there for their honeymoon.  She brought the most gorgeous pictures home with her.”

“That’s what you call your step-father?”  I shrug, but I can’t not smile.  “I think you have a little crush on Doctor Dad.”  He gets super serious looking, but that’s what he does when he’s teasing me. 

“Maybe I used to.  Until I met this gorgeous Filipino Italian gladiator mountain of a man with the biggest cock I’ve ever…”  His eyes soften, and his hand is gently stroking as much of my arm as he can reach.  I reach up to touch his hair, which feels weird short but looks incredible, when we hear the door open.  I try to roll away from him quickly.

“It’s just me, sweetheart.”  When he’s around the corner of the paper curtain, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and Tony is lying on his back.  He’s just lying there, without his shirt on, and he may be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.

“Hey, Gladiator,” my dad says, as he approaches me.  He gives me a hug and a kiss, then extends his hand to Tony.  “Charlie Vaden, this little ray of sunshine’s Dad.”

Tony sits up, and takes my dad’s hand, and I literally feel the rest of my life falling into place.  I just know that everything has to be okay.  “I’m Tony Roman, and I want to marry your daughter.”  And… I wasn’t expecting that.

“Can you support her in the manner to which she’s grown accustomed?”  Tony smiles when my dad says it.  “When you can do that, you can have her hand.”

“Thank you, sir,” Tony replies.  Both men are very serious, and it all feels a little too Medieval for me. 

“I think you should be asking me that question,” I state the obvious.

“I will, when I have the means to support you.”  God, I love his smirk, and his smart ass attitude.  Maybe I am falling in love with him.  Wouldn’t that be crazy?

“You’ll probably get a book deal, and a movie deal, and every other deal you can think of.  Burke’s been contacted by his boss’s boss, and some very important people are pissed, for the right reasons.  I think tomorrow will be very busy for all of us.  Get some sleep, kids.”  He kisses my cheek again, and pats my stomach.  He looks back at Tony, and says, “Congratulations.  I’m excited.” 

“Thank you, sir,” Tony smiles brightly, and we both listen as the door closes.  “Does everyone know but me?”

“I tend to talk when I’m nervous.  Doctor Dad told me in the back of the ambulance, while leaving the jail.  My partner was in the ambulance with him, and he overheard.  Being upset, I told Killian why I needed to protect you.  And then I told my dad because, well, he’s my dad.” 

“Lay back down, baby.  I’m tired,” he says. 

“I’m gonna brush my teeth first, okay?”  He nods, and I carry the bag to the bathroom.  When I look inside, he’s brought me a red nightgown, and red underwear, along with some pink underwear to wear tomorrow with my pantsuit.  Besides the violation of my privacy I’m feeling, and wondering if he found my toy chest, I’m thankful he brought it, kinda. 

I put on the gown, not the underwear, and brush my teeth and wash my face.  I spray myself with some of the perfume Tony likes, and return to the room to find him with his eyes closed, snoring softly.  I tiptoe past him, and sit down in the uncomfortable looking chair beside his bed.  I just look at him. 

Tony

I only close my eyes for a moment, but I feel something that jerks me awake.  I see her sitting in the chair, watching me.  “You’re so beautiful,” she almost sobs.

“You, my dear, are absolutely spectacular in red.  Did your dad bring that?”  I can’t imagine it’s something a dad would pick out.

“This is one of the few gowns I have.  It’s not really supposed to be sexy.”  Her face is as red as her gown when she answers, and stands up.  It’s knee-length, but it has spaghetti straps, and it clings to her unbelievable body.  “I usually sleep in a t-shirt and shorts, or sweats if it’s cold.”

“Come here, baby, and get warm with me.”  She gives me a weak grin, and thinks about declining, but she gives in and joins me.  The bed is too small for both of us, but much bigger and more comfortable than my cot.  “I want to be with you, wherever we can be together.  I know after tonight they’ll move me to the jail.  And I know your dad works there, and it will be impossible to spend any time alone.”  I say it as she’s getting comfortable beside me, but there is something twitching, and moving, and demanding her attention.  I want us both to sleep, but she somehow senses that I’m hard again, and aching to be inside her.  I’m lying on my back, and she curls around my body and uses my chest for a pillow. 

“I work there too,” she says, as her hand roams slowly over my bare chest.  “I can sneak in easily.”  She kisses my nipple, and I feel like I’ve been shocked by an electrical current. 

“Baby, you can’t sneak into a men’s jail, where there are bars and not concrete walls, and seduce me.  I won’t allow it.”  I say it, but her lips are moving over my ribcage, her hand is moving lower, and I don’t think I would ever be able to say no to her, about anything, ever.  I’m almost glad I met her under such crazy circumstances.  If I’d met her on the outside, and I was still married, I would have cheated.  There’s no doubt in my mind.  And I would have felt conflicted, because I would have stayed with Lucy because of the kids.  But then she would have found out, and…

She’s untying my pants, and I think my heart might stop.  She rubs the inside of her wrist, and the heel of her palm, down the entire length of my cock, and then her fingertips touch the base and my balls.  I hiss loudly.  “Sorry about all the hair.  I wish I’d had a razor, or even a pair of scissors, in prison,” I admit.  “How did you stay so smooth?”  She’s moving down the bed as she’s moving down my body, and I realize she’s kneeling between my legs.  I can see the tops of her beautiful breasts, and just a hint of her rosy pink nipples.

“Laser hair removal,” she chuckles, as her lips are on my belly button.  “If I didn’t have it, I’d be waxing once a week.  I’d look like a sasquatch if I didn’t.”  She’s teasing the head of my cock with her tongue, as she’s playing with my balls with her fingers, and I don’t know how to react, except to watch her.  And then I realize watching her is even worse, because she’s looking up at me with her mischievous green eyes, and I’m fucking hopeless.  “There, I admit it.  I’m not perfect.  Also, I had laser surgery on my eyes.  And I had braces when I was ten.”

She sucks the head slowly into her mouth, and I grab the sheet with my right hand.  If I put it in her hair, I’ll rush her, and I don’t want to do that.  She needs practice with my tool, and I’m more than willing to let her.  Until I can’t take any more, anyway.

“I was super skinny until I was fifteen, and I was getting too tall and everyone else in football was filling out and I just kept growing taller.  So I forced myself to eat, anything and everything.  I’d drink raw eggs like Rocky.  I’d eat two helpings at every meal.  And of course I worked out like the rest of the team.  I played a couple of years in college, but I saw some movie and decided I wanted to be a SEAL.  The rest is history.”

Talking about my past almost made her experimentation tolerable.  She’s playing with my balls, which is nice but a little itchy with the hair, when her fingers stray down to the skin right under them, and I buck off the bed.  To be honest, nobody but Lucy ever wanted to spend that much time on my cock.  Lani’s not the only woman who’s been afraid of it.  Lucy never got more than half of it in her mouth, and she never paid much attention to my balls.  So, no one’s ever touched that spot until now.  It’s another shock to my system.  I know she thinks I’m some kind of sex god, but the real truth is I haven’t been free to experiment that much either, until Lani.  Although I did learn to eat pussy on Lucy, because she demanded it to get ready for my cock.  I didn’t mind.

But Lani’s touched me in ways that I’ve never been touched before, in more ways than one.  And it feels…