Mixed into Love (Bachelorette Party #3)(17)

I stared him in the eye and injected steel into my tone. "I want you to stay on the case. Keep an eye on them. If you see an opportunity? Take it and destroy them both."



       
         
       
        

"You sure you want to take it that far with your woman already out of danger?"

"They scared her." I gritted my teeth at the thought of her being alone and afraid. "She's mine. It's my job to keep her safe, and I want them to pay for what they did."

"When you put it that way, I can't fault your logic. If someone tried to fuck with my Calista, I'd want to destroy them, too. In my case, I'd only get the chance if she left something for me after she kicked their asses herself, though. So I'll enjoy myself a little extra knowing I can do this for you and Addilyn." He looked down and chuckled. "Hell, maybe I'll even ask Calista to help with the research end of things. She's a fucking shark when she goes after someone, and she'd be thrilled as fuck to get in on this since she's been restricted to desk duty since we found out she was pregnant."

The way he spoke about his woman made it clear that he respected her. Considering Xander's reputation, she had to be one hell of a woman to have earned a place on his team, let alone his obvious love for her. "Congratulations, man."

"Thanks." He beamed a smile at me, proud as fuck to have knocked his woman up.

His pride and satisfaction stayed with me after we'd said goodbye and I was headed to the bar. I wanted that for myself. I'd been watching Addilyn like a hawk the past two weekends, hoping like hell to see a sign that she was pregnant. So far, there hadn't been any, and it had only made me work that much harder to make it happen-and that instinct was only stronger when I found her huddled in a chair in the office of the bar. The adrenaline rush left me hard and ready to fuck. I forced those feelings down until I knew for sure that she was okay.

"Addilyn, baby."

Her head whipped up, and she jumped from her seat and ran towards me. "Dane," she cried as she threw herself into my arms. "I can't believe you're really here."

"Of course I'm here. Where else would I be when you need me?"

Her arms tightened around me. "Right where you are, taking care of me."

"Speaking of taking care of you"-I set her on her feet and tilted her head up so I could look at her while we talked-"Gentry isn't going to be a problem."

"What about the guy he sent to threaten me?"

"He's been taken care of as well."

"How?" she sputtered. "How did you manage so much in only three hours?"

"It's amazing what you can accomplish when you aren't flying commercial."

Her blue eyes narrowed. "What's up with that, anyway? You never mentioned taking private flights any of the times you've come in before." 

"I've got to play at least a few of my cards close to my chest." I yanked her closer. "Especially since you already seemed uncomfortable about the kind of homes we looked at. I didn't want to freak you out any further and figured I could get you used to my way of life one step at a time."

"Is it safe for me to assume you've got a whole lot more money than I thought? You've bought Club Cache, dropped a ridiculous amount on our new place, and fly a private plane down here every weekend to see me. All without having sold your bar in Chicago yet."

"My bar does well, but I've got a family trust from my grandparents that I came into when I turned twenty-two."

"Huh." That was the extent of her reaction, and it was sexy as fuck after spending years avoiding grasping women who wanted access to my bank account and didn't care what they had to do to get it. Addilyn couldn't care less, to the point where she was distressed when I tried to do what she thought was too much for her.

Bending down, I slammed my mouth down over hers. Her lips parted, and my tongue swept inside. I slid my palm down her spine and pressed her flush against my body. She moaned into my mouth, and I lifted her and spun around to set her on the desk. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. I yanked her closer, until my hardened cock pressed against her pussy. I felt her wet heat through her jeans and needed it on my tongue. It had been days, and I fully intended to taste every inch of her skin over the course of the night.

Tearing my mouth away, I kissed my way along the column of her throat as my fingers yanked her shirt up. Once it was off, I tackled her bra. Her tits bounced free and the pink buds at the tips puckered under my stare. I massaged both of them, my fingers digging into the pillowy flesh. "Fuck, baby. Your body is amazing. That hot, little pussy soaking the denim of your jeans, and these perfect tits. I'm the luckiest man alive because you're mine."