Prisoner (All of You Book 1) (15 page)

“No!”  I exclaim, when she’s touching my ass.  But she doesn’t stop, and she starts pumping my cock hard with the other hand. She’s got almost half my cock, working it up and down with her mouth, and I’m about to come down her throat from her exploration.  She rubs it harder, without penetrating, and works harder on my cock.  “No, Lani, I’m gonna come.”  It’s broken, between gasps, moans, and pants.  “Get on top, baby, I want to come inside you.”

She doesn’t, though.  She keeps working her magic, and I grunt as I spill my seed into her mouth.  After she’s swallowed all of it, she sucks a few seconds more, still playing with that spot, and I want to jump off the bed and run.  “Stop, now, stop,” I say, and when she chuckles against my sensitive glands, I grab her hair and pull her off.  I’m afraid of her reaction, but she smiles like the cat who ate the canary. 

“Tell me I can’t suck cock again,” she threatens, with the most beautiful, wicked smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

I pause for a moment, trying to breathe.  My normal smart ass attitude comes out, and I say, “You can’t suck cock.”  She pouts, and genuinely looks sad as she tries to pull away.  “I’m sorry, baby.  I was teasing.  Sometimes I can’t stop my mouth from saying stupid shit.  I’m sorry, that was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

She looks at me, like she doesn’t believe a word I’m saying.

“In my life,” I continue.  “Honest.  I swear to God.  And I’d love you to do it again, just not right now.  Give me three minutes and it’ll be hard for you again.”  She almost smiles.  “Do you want me to do you now?  Because I owe you like, a hundred orgasms for that.”  She smiles, and shakes her head.  “A thousand?”

She puts it away, and ties my pants back up.  Then she curls up against my side again.  “Aren’t you even going to kiss me after that?”

“Not tonight.  I’m comfortable.  I’ll kiss you in the morning,” she says.  “We need to buy you some underwear.”

That shocks me.  “I like commando.  Underwear isn’t made for men of my size.”

“I’ll do an internet search, and find some.  Knowing it’s just there is too tempting.  Maybe another layer of protection will make it less enticing.”  She’s closed her eyes, and opened her mouth, and I see her tongue between her teeth.  She’s ready to sleep.  I watch, because I can, and wonder why all of this is happening to us.

Chapter Twenty

Lani

I hear voices, and I wake up with a start to find Doctor Dad sitting casually in the chair.  He and Tony are having a conversation, and I get the feeling it’s not about his bandages. 

“Morning,” Tony says tensely, and I know Doctor Dad has said something.  I shoot him a dirty look, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. 

“The patient is healing nicely.  He’ll be transferred tomorrow.”  I can barely see the sun rising in the east, through the nearly closed blinds behind Doctor Dad.  It’s probably almost six o’clock.  “They brought him some clothes, but I’ve sent them back because he will only be able to wear front snap or zip up clothes for at least two weeks.  I’ve actually found some here at the hospital that might fit him, but I’ve instructed Agent Burke to get some.  Baths only for two weeks, which might make it awkward in the jail.  Killian is actually considering a hotel now, at least until he’s healed.  Walking around shirtless and unbathed in the jail is not conducive to healing.  And I can’t release the patient until he’s solved the problem.”

I am watching him, but I say nothing and neither does Tony.  “I know Killian thinks I’m doing all of this to enable the two of you.  I’m not.  I think the two of you being together is a horrible idea.  Guilty or not, Mr. Roman’s a prisoner, and frankly I just don’t think that’s good enough for the only daughter I have left.”

That breaks my heart.  He’s really gone for the jugular with that statement.  It’s almost unfair, but it’s exactly the same thing I would say.  I didn’t get all of my tendency to say what I shouldn’t from my father.

“Honestly, I feel the same way, Doctor Foster.  But you have to know, I didn’t choose this, and I can’t control it.  We were thrown together by evil people, into a situation that neither of us can explain, nor even comprehend.  I don’t want to live without her, and frankly without her I might not even be alive right now.”  His uninjured arm rubs my hair.  I’m comforted somehow.  “I’m sorry I’m not good enough for your daughter, but that’s not going to stop me from wanting to be with her.  And I will be available to her until she doesn’t want me any longer.”

“Lani, you’ll have to help him bathe and dress.”  I nod.  “I’ll have the nurse bring in the scrubs for Tony.  I see your dad stopped in with clothes.”  I nod again.  “I’ll stop by to see how you’re doing later.”  He tries to smile at me, and he shakes Tony’s hand before he leaves.

“I think your mom wants to have lunch with you, soon,” he says, before I hear the door close.  I continue to stare out the thin slivers of window I can see through the blinds. 

“Please say something,” Tony begs, as he continues to play with my hair.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I say, and move away from him. 

But he quickly sits up and grabs my wrist before I’m off the bed.  “No.  Talk to me, Lani.  Please.  We can’t act like this is normal.  We can’t act like I’m not a prisoner.”

“Yes, I can,” I exclaim, as I stare into his dark eyes.  “And I can do everything humanly possible until you’re not one.  I don’t take no well, Tony.  What did you call me?  Spoiled, entitled bitch?  Well you were right, on all three counts.  I am, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”  I say it stubbornly, with my chin out and my head high. 

“I’m a man, Lani.  A proud man, a SEAL.  I had a family that I love, took care of, and protected.  I’m almost glad Lucy divorced me.  This way, she’s not carting my kids back and forth to prison.  I don’t want my kids to see me in shackles.  And I mean that for the one that’s not born yet, too.”  I see his heart is breaking, just like mine is.  I hear it in his words, and his voice, and I can see it in his eyes.  This beautiful creature is in pain, and he’s already felt too much of it over the last ten years.  I want to fix him.

“You might be a pessimist, but I’m an optimist,” I counter.  “The difference between me and Lucy, is that I will never, ever stop fighting for you.  I will never give up.  It’s not in my nature.”

“I appreciate that, baby, I do.  I’ve never met a woman I’ve respected more than you.  You fucking saved my life.  Me, a SEAL, was saved by a woman a foot shorter than me.”  I narrow my eyes at him.  “I’m not a pessimist, Lani.  I’m a realist.”

“So am I, and my reality is this.  If I have your child, he or she is going to know their father: prisoner, free, SEAL, whatever.  You’re stuck with me now, Gladiator.  Suffer.”

“If you have my child?” he asks.  Damn it, nothing gets by him.

“If I’m pregnant.  Like you said, it’s so early, and I took the pill.  Maybe the test was wrong.”  God, please, please believe me.

He searches my face, and pulls me in to kiss him.  “You promised you’d kiss me this morning,” he reminds me.  I kiss him, until we hear the door open again.  It’s either my dad, or Killian.  I pull the covers up over myself, but it’s the nurse bringing Tony some clothes.  She looks like she’s been prepared for what she might see, places the clothes on the bedside table, before making a hasty exit.

“Did I see a bathtub in the bathroom?” he asks, excitedly.

“I wonder if he sent underwear,” I say, as I peek through the clothes.

“I fucking hope not.  I won’t wear them.”  He gingerly climbs out of the bed, without help.  I watch him walk away for probably the first time ever.  His back is just as incredible as his front, with even more tattoos.  I can make out an Eagle, an anchor, and maybe a trident, with three flags under them.  The center one is obviously American, and bigger than the other two.  I stare out the window for a few more moments, wondering if I’m doing the right thing.  A completely sane, rational woman would have walked away.  Why would I choose to date a prisoner?

“Are you coming?  You have to help me bathe, doctor’s orders.”  I look up, and he’s standing in the doorway completely nude, and hard.

I’m reminded of why I choose to be with him.  He is so good-looking, he makes me insane and irrational.  “Yea, I’m coming.”

Tony

“I want the bubbles.  I’m putting them in.”  I’m sure I sound like a spoiled brat, much like the girl standing in front of me naked, but I don’t care.  I haven’t had much chance to be selfish in the last ten years.

“It smells like someone shit a florist,” she argues.  This time, I can’t help but laugh.  “What?  I’m not trying to be funny.”

“You would fit right in with my team, I swear to God.  Do you fight?  I should teach you, just for shits and giggles.”  She frowns at me, and I don’t care.  I pour more bubble bath in the water, and climb in with one arm.  It’s harder to balance than I thought it would be.  “I’ve never thought a woman should be a SEAL until I met you. Were you born a man?”

“No, I wasn’t born a…”  I lean forward to turn off the water, and she sits down on the floor beside me.  “I don’t know.  I’ve never felt like other women.  I know I’m different.  I just want everything my way, and I don’t want to have to answer to anyone.”

“Like a man,” I point out.

“I like to be in control.  I like to call the shots, especially in bed,” she continues.

“Hold up, let me remind you of that first night we were together, when you were facing the wall, and I had you lifted off the…”  As I talk, my dick is growing, and popping out above the water level.  It’s almost embarrassing, until it gets her attention.

“I was there, don’t remind me,” she interrupts.  She lays her right forearm on the edge of the tub, and with her left hand she starts to touch and tap the head.  It moves when she touches it, and she idly chases after it.  “Was that really the best blowjob you’ve ever had?” she asks, but she doesn’t look up at me. 

“Yes, really.”  She wraps her fingers around the head, and turns them like she’s turning a knob.  “You do things to me no one’s ever done before, Lani.”

“You do too,” she says, almost wistfully. 

“For whatever reason, we’re here.  And I’ve never believed in fate, or heavenly intervention, but I have to admit, this sure feels that way.”  She’s toying with me, and I’m loving it.

“I love you too, Tony, but I’m very afraid.”  She stands up to grab a wash cloth and some soap, and I miss her already.  But she comes back, and I feel right again.

“You think I’m not?”  I ask, as I look into her eyes.

“I don’t think you’re afraid of anything.”  She scoffs, looks away, and begins to lather the cloth.

“I’ve already lost everything I loved once, and it very nearly destroyed me.  If it happens again…”  I’d rather die, but I don’t say it.

“I will do my very best to make sure that never happens, Antony Roman.”  She begins to wash my right shoulder, avoiding my eyes.  She says so much when she doesn’t let me look into her green eyes, as if she’s trying to hide the world from me.

“That would be easier if you’d climb in here.”  My dick begins to move around again. 

“Any reason to get me on top,” she sighs heavily.  But her eyes are sparkling when she climbs in, the water splashing out over the top, and with a loud gasp, she takes all of it inside her.

My eyes grow wide, and I watch every movement she makes.  The feelings going through me shock me as much as hers do her.  “You’re so fucking eager,” I whisper, as my hand moves to her tits. 

“Just with you,” she sighs.  “I just want to give you what you want.”

“I just want you.  I just want this.”  I am dazed by everything about her. 

She rides me slowly, as best she can in the tub, and before she kisses me, she says, “I love you.”  She doesn’t wait for me to say it back.  She doesn’t need me to reaffirm my feelings for her.  She knows them.  She’s giving me her love, without asking anything in return.  She rides me until we both come undone in each other’s arms.

Lani

“Do you really dress like that?  Like, do you wear that every day, or just on fed day?”  He asks, when we’re both dressed.  The shirt wasn’t big enough for him, so we had to leave it unbuttoned.  I think it’s kinda sexy.

“What was your major in college? Sarcasm and witty repartee?”  I fight the urge to run and look at myself in the mirror.  I think I look just fine in my light gray pantsuit with my sensible shoes, and a dark gray, long-sleeved half-cotton, half-spandex shirt.  “Maybe I intimidate you, because my clothes are comfortable, and I don’t need to look sexy to get a man’s approval, or pick up chicks.”

One dark eyebrow raises when I say that.  He’s sitting in his bed, with his head propped all the way up so he can eat the two breakfasts they brought him and watch TV.  We’re all over the news.  There is new video now, showing a blonde with a red dress and a gun.  They’re calling me the Sexy Sentinel. 

“I like it that you’re not intimidated by me, or get your feelings hurt when I say shit I shouldn’t.  And if you do get mad, don’t be afraid to call out me on it.”

“Oh, I’m not afraid, I’m the Sexy Sentinel,” I say.  “You can be my side-kick.”

The door opens, and as if right on time, Killian strides in wearing his most expensive suit.  “Hey, Sexy Sentinel.”  He says it with a straight face.

“Meet my side-kick, Sarcasm Man.”  I reply smartly, and point at Tony, “He’s watching himself cower behind me, like a good side-kick should.” 

“Did you say I was cowering?  I was just looking at your ass,” he says with narrowed, black as coal eyes. 

“As was everyone else, and now the entire world,” Killian says.  “The Attorney General has called about you, Sarcasm Man.”

“I like Gladiator so much better now,” he remarks, and continues eating.

“I find it hard to believe you’ve met a man who is more of a smart aleck than you are.  I’m surprised you found anyone, male or female, who can put you in your place,” Killian says, but his voice dwindles off when he gets to the end of his thought.  He looks at me sheepishly, then he turns to Tony as if for support.

“I’m not touching that one, man,” Tony shrugs.  “Just not doing it.”

“The AG has called about Tony, and…”  I try to change the subject.

“I think the new president wants to reopen the cases.  Your dad called, and said the attorney you hired would be here at nine o’clock this morning.  I asked him why he called me, and he said ‘He didn’t want to disturb you two.’  Like this is the fucking honeymoon suite.”  Killian doesn’t look as mad as his words sound.

“Is the sarcasm in the room rubbing off on you, or are you really pissed?  I never could tell the difference,” I admit.  Tony glares at me.  I give him a taunting,
so-there
smile.  He glares back, harder.

“I don’t care, I just don’t want the shit to fly back at me.  But I think one of the radio talk guys called him a ‘walking, talking, fighting, monument to freedom’ today.  The irony is you’re in jail, and the previous administration put you there.”  Killian’s happy he has the attention of both of us.  “They can’t find anyone who will say a bad word about you, that isn’t a shill for the last president.  Pretty soon they’ll have a statue of you at the National Mall.”  He waits a moment, then says, “That’s all, for now.  You talk.”

“How much for the book deal?  Five million dollars, or ten?”  Tony asks.  I can tell he’s not teasing.  “I mean, it’s just my life, my reputation, my freedom, and my family they took.  Can we put a price on that?  And if the fucking president wants to be pissed that I’m sleeping with someone, you can tell him, he owes me: ten years, a wife, and two kids.”