Rescue Me: A Bad Boy Military Romance (22 page)

Luke scoffs at this suggestion. “After it saved your-“

“Luke Davis, you and I both know that gun didn’t save my life. I don’t want it in this house,” I insist.

Luke chews over this for a minute. “Alright. It’s gone.” Then he squints his eyes and scoots his body closer to me. “Does that mean you’re moving in with me?”

I laugh. “Luke Davis, if you think for one second that I’m
not
gonna marry you, you’re out of your damn mind.” My Texas accent flows through these words, and Luke smiles.

“I didn’t propose to you,” he says.

“I don’t need you to. This is 2016. I’m Ella Hanover. You think I need a man to ask me a question I already know the answer to?”

Luke laughs and pulls me into his arms. “Alright then Ella. We’re getting married.”

“That’s right,” I reply sleepily. “You and me.”

I fall asleep in his arms and rest without a single nightmare.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

LUKE

“I am
not
wearing that on an airplane flight,” Ella says, stomping her foot in her wedding dress, her hair tousled from partying.

I zip up my suitcase and toss it on the floor next to my bed. Our bed. “I don’t want you seeing where we’re going, that’s all.”

She laughs. “And how do you propose I make it through security not knowing where we’re going? When the TSA agent asks me, what do I say? ‘Sorry, I dunno.’” She mimes an expression of confusion, shrugging her bare shoulders. Her dress is strapless and shows off her ample cleavage.

“We’re not going through TSA,” I say to her, walking around the bed and running my fingers down her arms.

She wiggles underneath my touch, and I can already see blush creeping up her perfect cheeks. “You feel like flouting the law for the second time in three months?”

I reach down and kiss her jawline, trailing my lips up to her ear. “You’ll see tomorrow,” I say.

“I don’t like surprises,” she responds.

“Too bad, then.” I push her shoulders and shove her onto the bed. She yelps in surprise but she’s smiling all the same. “You say you don’t like surprises. Did you not like
that
surprise?” I unbuckle my pants and let them fall to the floor, tugging my tie off and unbuttoning my shirt. I’m completely naked in under sixty seconds, Ella watching my body the entire time.

“I didn’t mind
that
surprise so much, for some reason,” she replies with a grin.

“I’ve always had this fantasy of fucking you in your wedding dress,” I whisper against her chest.

She’s already breathing heavily as I lift up the dozen layers of fabric that obscure her legs. I reach my target soon enough, and grab her hips, sliding her to the edge of the bed in one quick motion. I run my hands down her thighs and realize she’s not wearing any underwear. “Ella Davis,” I say with a grin. “You are one dirty fucking bride, you know that?”

She shrugs and gives me a sexy smile in return. “I wanted to be prepared, you know.”

“I definitely married the right woman,” I say with a smile.

“Less talk. More-“

She’s cut off mid-sentence by me getting to work in all the right places. She moans and writhes underneath me as I move my mouth over her delicate spots, slipping my fingers inside of her until she’s begging me for more.

I pause and look up at her. She frowns. “Why did you stop?”

“Should I…put on a condom? Or no?” I ask her, the words hanging in the air.

Ella props herself up on her elbows and smiles at me. “I vote no on condoms.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I slide into her and we entwine our bodies with a closeness I couldn’t have ever imagined before the wedding. It’s like we’re one person, moving together. I feel like we’re the only people left in the entire world.

***

“A private jet?” Ella is blindfolded but somehow she knows exactly what’s going on. “You rented a private jet? How? Why?”

I put my hand on her lower back and whisper in her ear. “There are still a few things you don’t know about me.”

She whips her head around and moves her hands to take off the blindfold. I grab them and she groans. “You seriously aren’t going to tell me where we’re going right now?”

I push her up the stairs. “Just walk, Ella.”

I let her take off her blindfold for the flight. She’s antsy and keeps trying to wheedle the secret of our destination out of the flight attendant. I’ve paid her extra to keep her lips sealed. So far, it’s working, but I know Ella. She can get anything out of anybody. “Just eat,” I say to her, pushing my cup of shrimp cocktail onto her tray.

“You think if you keep me eating I won’t wear down the flight attendant? Really?” she asks with a grin.

I put my arms behind my head and sigh contentedly. “I think you need to learn to relax, woman.”

She rolls her eyes and finishes off the shrimp cocktail. “Good thing I don’t have to fit into my wedding dress anymore if this food is any indication of what we’re eating on the rest of our vacation.”

I reach over and tickle her sides, leaning close to her ear. “I want you fattened up. More of you for me to fuck.”

She blushes and wiggles her body closer to mine, laying her head on my shoulder. I breathe in the smell of her shampoo. This is all I’ve ever wanted.

Ella finally drifts off and sleeps for a few hours. Right before our plane lands, I force the blindfold back over her eyes.

“I hate this. Just so you know,” she says stubbornly.

I laugh. “Nah, you really hadn’t made that part clear to me. Thanks for the clarity.”

I sweep her off of her feet and carry her down the steps of the plane to the car waiting for us. She smells the air as we step outside. “Beach,” she says with certainty. “We’re definitely at the beach.”

“Would you hush and just let me think I’ve surprised you?” I’m sort of lying. She won’t truly guess what I have planned for her anyway. But I like to let her think that she’s won when she so clearly hasn’t.

The car twists through the tropical jungle and up the mountains that bisect the island. I stare out the window at the lush tropical paradise and already feel like I’m more well-rested than I have been in months. “Pity you can’t see the view yet,” I tease.

Ella wiggles impatiently. “This is bullshit, and you know it.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

The car weaves its way down the mountain and over to our destination. I open the door for Ella and she slides out. “You can take it off now.”

She rips it off her eyes and blinks, her eyes adjusting to the blinding equatorial sun. I see her gaze fall on the house in front of her. Half of it is concealed by foliage. She turns to face me, surprise on her face. “You rented a house?”

“Did I
rent
it?” I ask her, faking curiosity. “Look one more time.”

Ella turns around and stares at the modest cottage, white paint peeling from the sea-worn clapboard siding. She shrugs. “I don’t know what you mean.”

I grab her hand and walk her closer to the door. “Just leave the bags,” I say to the driver. We walk the twisted path lined with banana trees. I stop in front of the door. “Well?”

She looks at me, still confused. Then she looks at the door again. Recognition lights up her freckled face. “Oh. Oh my. Oh my God,” she whispers. “It’s a red door.”

I nod. “And that means?”

“That you bought this house.”

“I should have bought stock in a paint company for all the renovation work I’ve been doing for you,” I reply.

She reaches up and kisses me on the lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. “This is why you were gone for five days last month?”

I shrug. “I had to check in with the renovation team. Wait until you see the inside of it.”

Ella practically runs through the unlocked front door and into the house. She gasps. The old wood floors have been replaced with marble tile. The formerly modest living room now has a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree view of the ocean which is about thirty yards from our back porch. Sliding glass doors make up the wall. There are three plush sofas with cream-colored cushions, and bright coral accents that pop against the white walls. Ella spins around to face me. “How can you afford this?”

I reach out for both of her hands. “How can
we
afford this, you mean.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, whatever. How?”

“I’ve saved every penny I’ve ever earned since I joined the military. Every single cent that didn’t go towards the house in Buxwell went into investments.” I pause, wondering if she needs or wants to know the other details of my ample savings account. “And a lot of my money was made during the years I spent as a private contractor.”

Ella’s smile falters a little. “When you were killing the bad guys.” It’s not a question.

“When I was killing the bad guys, yeah.” I stare into her eyes. “Is that going to be a problem for you? Because you should have seen this place a month ago. I mean, I could put it back on the market and make a killing. So to speak.” I grin sheepishly at my poor choice of words.

Ella bites her lip. “Somehow I think I’ll manage to get over that.”

She beams at me and I lead her on a tour of the rest of the house. It’s only two bedrooms, but I’ve made them count. The master has the same view as the living room with its own private deck. I had my team install a claw foot tub in the middle of the accordion glass doors.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind bathing in full view of the rest of the bedroom,” I say, spanking her playfully across her sundress-covered ass.

She grins at me. “I wouldn’t mind a bath right now, actually.” She reaches up and slips off the straps of her red dress, letting the top fall down to reveal her perfect, creamy tits unrestrained by any bra. Her pink nipples are erect as she stares at me, wiggling the rest of the dress down her curvy frame. She turns around to reveal bows at the bottom of her lacy white underwear and walks over to the bathtub to turn the taps on.

I grab her from behind and lift her off her feet as she screams. I toss her onto the bed and bend down to kiss her, our tongues tangling with each other’s. I whisper in her ear. “We’ve got to get in a lot of baby-making practice on this trip.”

“If you insist,” she replies, pulling my t-shirt over my head and pushing me off of her. She gets on her hands and knees and makes quick work of removing my jeans and boxers. She gives me a sexy little smile as she takes me into her mouth, licking and moaning against my skin.

I grab the back of her head and my eyes close, my knees buckling. I open them to see her cherry-red, thick lips wrapped around me perfectly. I let it go on for another few blissful minutes before I turn her around. She sticks her ass up at me and I slide off her panties, pulling her back up onto all fours and slipping into her hot, wet slit from behind.

She gasps and I hang onto her ass as I pound into her, her wetness wrapping around me and pulsing against me.

I don’t last two more minutes. But it doesn’t matter. Soon enough, I’m soaping her in the bathtub and we’re back at it again.

“I could get used to this,” I say, catching my breath an hour later, the bathwater stone cold. Ella slips out of the tub and opens the bedroom doors, water dripping off of her curves.

“Last one in the ocean has to make dinner,” she says, running out into the sand, the beachy sunshine beating down on her body.

I run after her in a state of complete bliss.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ELLA

“We gotta go, Ella,” Luke calls through the bathroom door.

“Just…one…” I lean forward and vomit spectacularly into the toilet. I sit up and wipe my mouth, my body covered in a cold sweat. I splash my face with sink water and compose myself. It’s time for church. I think that I should grab a sweater to cover up the cleavage this dress is showing. Luke bought it for me. It’s perfect, but it’s a little much for the eyes of God to handle.

I open the bathroom door and see Luke leaning against the wall with his phone in his hands, one of my sweaters draped over his muscular forearm. He looks up at me with a smile, slipping his phone into his pocket. “You feeling okay?”

I nod and grab the sweater. “Thanks for thinking of this.”

He reaches down to kiss me on the lips. “I was thinking your dress is a
little
scandalous for a Sunday at church.”

I laugh and he takes my hand. We walk down the finished stairs of our nearly-completed house in Buxwell. It’s taken the better part of the last six months, but it’s almost done. The only thing left is the tornado shelter. Luke’s been busy with handyman jobs and I’ve been busy with the clinic. There’s still some time before tornado season starts.

We’ll be fine.

We step out into the March sunshine, birds singing from the trees. “You sure you’re alright?” Luke asks as he puts the truck in drive. “You look a little queasy.”

“Gee, thanks,” I say, punching him on the arm. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

He reaches his hand over and slips it under my dress, stroking my thigh. I shiver. We’ve been married for almost a year but his touch never fails to make me go weak at the knees. “You’re just as sexy as you normally are. You just look a little pale.”

“Probably a stomach bug.” My eyes fill up with tears and my voice cracks a little bit. “I mean; we know that it can’t possibly be that I’m pregnant.” I gaze out the window at the budding trees and choke back emotion. Luke bought me this dress as a panacea after our visit to the fertility clinic last year. The doctor had stood there and told us that the odds of me being able to conceive were infinitesimal.

“Come on, Ella. You know that we’re just waiting on a phone call from the adoption agency. It’ll happen.”

“I know,” I say with no real conviction. We’ve been on the list for months with no news. “Patience isn’t my strongest suit. You know that.”

Luke laughs. “And that’s one of the million reasons I love you.”

We pull up to the limestone church, waving at everyone. Teddy rushes up to me and hands me a flower, smiling broadly. “For you, Miss Ella,” he says with a lisp. He’s lost his two front teeth.