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That had been close. Too close. Flash never wanted to be in that situation ever again. He could deal with his own life being in danger. Could deal with being surrounded by terrorists and being fired upon. But knowing one wrong move could mean the death of the woman who’d become his everything literally made him weak in the knees.
The only solace to this situation was that Williams was no longer a threat.
No…not theonlysolace. They could go back to their lives. Kelli could take her classes to become an electrician, he could move back into his own apartment, hopefully along with Kelli. They could get married, start a family, and live happily ever after.
And Flash couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Kelli gasped and threw a hand over her head to brace herself against the headboard as Flash thrust in and out of her, hard.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
She’d needed this. After everything that happened, she’d needed to feel alive. And there was no better way than to have the man she loved lose control as he fucked her.
Yesterday had been scary. Terrifying. She’d come way too close to dying. If Flash and Smiley hadn’t shown up…No, ifBreehadn’t been in the parking lot at the exact right time, the outcome would’ve been much different.
But Breehadbeen there, and Flash and Smileyhadshown up.
Her leg throbbed, but even in the throes of passion, Flash was careful not to grab the bandaged appendage. He’d been reluctant to make love to her at all, but Kelli was insistent. It was probably way too soon, but she didn’t care.
She’d gone to the hospital, where she’d received stitches, and where Flash had paced and generally made everyone uneasy with the amped-up alpha vibes emanating from him. A detective from the Riverton Police Department had arrived and taken her statement while she was waiting for the doctor to stitch up her leg.
Since the man was already familiar with Brant Williams and their case, and he knew he was wanted for the kidnapping back in Jamaica, Flash and Smiley weren’t in imminent danger of being arrested. Especially not after seeing Kelli, and hearing her harrowing story of how she was kidnapped…again.
Kelli didn’t know where Smiley and Bree had gone, though she assumed they were at his apartment. He and Flash had immediately switched back to their own homes, the rest of their teammates generously pitching in to pack up and move everyone’s belongings to the appropriate apartments. By the time she’d finished at the hospital the previous evening, they’d been able to go straight to Flash’s place, where they both crashed hard.
However, Kelli had woken up just hours later thanks to a horrible nightmare, and she’d decided what she needed to get back on track, to wipe away the bad dream, was her boyfriend deep inside her. Injuries be damned.
And now here she was, getting fucked hard and fast, just the way she wanted it.
“Get there,” Flash ordered, as he moved one hand between her legs and began to strum her clit, just as roughly as he was thrusting inside her.
Kelli had already been close, but his touch sent her soaring. She barely heard his triumphant yell as he let himself come deep inside her.
They were both sweaty, and Kelli could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. She smiled. Yup, this was what she needed. To feel alive…to celebrate the fact that they’d won.
“Damn, woman,” Flash complained, as he gently eased out of her and arranged her carefully on the bed so he wouldn’t jostle her leg. Then he snuggled up against her, on his side, one arm over her belly, his leg hitched up on her uninjured thigh, his head on her shoulder.
This position was a reversal of how they usually slept. Usually it was Kelli who was draped overhim, but she actually loved being the receiver of the snuggles, rather than the giver.
“Did I hurt your leg?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You were kind of…aggressive…are you sure you’re okay?”
He wasn’t wrong. Kellihadbeen aggressive. Insistent that he fuck her, overriding all his objections about her injuries. “When I was on that floor, looking up at him holding that knife, I knew that was it. I was going to die. Even when we were in that bus underground, I hadn’t felt that way. I don’t know how, but the possibility of us being able to escape was always there in the back of my mind. But yesterday? Even knowing Bree had been in the backseat, and that she had her phone, I didn’t think anyone could get there in time. Not when all it would’ve taken was one quick stab. And the only regret I had was that I wouldn’t get to see you again.”
She felt Flash’s surprised inhalation. But she kept going.
“I wasn’t going to just lie there and let him stab me to death. I was going to fight, but I knew the chances were slim that I’d be able to hold him off for long. Life is short, Flash. I’ve spent too much time just going through the motions of living. I’m done with that. I’m sure people will look at our relationship and smile to our faces, but behind our backs, say that we won’t make it. That we moved too fast. That I’ve got some sort of savior complex thing going…or whatever it’s called. That I’m only with you because you rescued me…twice. But that’s not it. Not at all.
“I love you, Wade Gordon. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to get my degree in electrical technology and be able to go over to Remi’s house and fix her lights when they conk out. I want to fix that light that’s out at Aces Bar and Grill. I want to cry when you go on a mission, and rejoice when you return. I want to hang out with Wren and the other girls and get drunk and talk about how great our sex lives are. I want to be an honorary aunt to Maggie and Addison’s babies. I want to have my own. I want to have wild monkey sex with my husband when we’re in our fifties, sixties, and even later. I want it all, Flash. I’m greedy. And I realized all this as I watched Brant come toward me with that knife, with a maniacal look in his eyes.
