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One Month Later
Rafe pulled into the driveway of the two-story blue house he and Ella were calling home on the island of Kauai, Hawaii. The sixteen hundred square foot house was a far cry from what Ella was used to, but his wife continued to blossom every day. It was amazing the difference in her without the constant threat of her uncle or brother.
There’d been some tears over her brother. It was only natural. And he hated that Anton had forced her hand like that. But he would continue to be there for her as she battled her grief.
He climbed out of his police cruiser, heading up the paved walkway to the front door. In the month since they had been placed into witness protection, their lives had been quite a whirlwind. They were given brand-new identities. They were now Jim and Jenny Torres to the outside world.
Ella had liquidated her bank account in the Bahamas with the Marshals’ assistance and then transferred the funds into a joint account for them. He’d fought her over it because it was her money, but he’d married a stubborn, stubborn woman.
With the money she had squirreled away, neither of them had to work the rest of their lives if they didn’t want to. But he wasn’t comfortable not working. And as luck would have it, he was able to get work with the Kauai County Sheriff’s Office as a traffic cop. No, it wasn’t the detective work he was used to, but there was a familiarity with putting on his uniform and gun belt. And after everything that had happened on his last case, he was fine with issuing speeding tickets and DUI citations for the rest of his life.
It didn’t hurt that his wife got a kick out of him in his uniform.
He’d recovered well from his gunshot wound, even if he did have to take it easy for the time being. Not that it had stopped his new bride from taking shameless advantage of him. But he wouldn’t trade his life with Ella for the world.
He’d saved the news stories of Rafael Flores’ heroic sacrifice in the line of duty and the obituary. It wasn’t every day a man died and lived to tell the tale.
They were still adjusting to life on the island of Kauai. The house had round-the-clock surveillance set up by the Marshals. They checked in with their US Marshal contact once a week. And Ella had started this week as a ballet instructor.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad life, given where things almost ended up—with him six feet under.
No, he would take life with his Ella any day. And he hoped one day he would be able to reunite with his family and friends, but for now, it was just the two of them.
Stepping inside, he was greeted by Molly, their six-month-old German Shepherd. He’d insisted on getting the dog. That way, if he wasn’t here and Ella was alone, she would have some manner of protection.
Molly jumped up on him, excited that he was home. “Hey, girl, where’s Ella…Jenny.”
It was taking them some time to get used to their new names. They had a strict rule that anytime they were outside of the house, their fake names were used. And inside as well. The only place they didn’t use them was in the bedroom.
“I’m in the kitchen.” Her shout reached him.
“Coming. Let me store my gear.” He trod to the front closet, where he kept the gun safe. He removed his gun and work gear and stored it in the safe.
When they were secure, he headed toward the kitchen. The main floor was an open floor plan. He passed through the living room with its hardwood floor, sectional sofa, and flatscreen. Ella had picked out the wall color. They’d spent the first week they were here painting walls and readying their new home. They’d gone with a southwestern tan that carried the faintest hint of pink. He had to admit he wasn’t sold on the color until it was on the walls.
But his wife was right, as she was in most things. Not that he would ever tell her that. Woman already had far too much power over him.
“Hey.” His gaze slid over the pretty floral, knee-length dress and her bare feet. Her golden hair was in a thick French braid, and it lay over a slim shoulder. She stood at the stove, stirring a pot. The woman never failed to take his breath away.
One of the biggest revelations was discovering Ella could cook. They took turns, of course, but Ella had become very domesticated, buying cookbooks and gardening books, and he found her enthusiasm for their new life charming.
She sent him a secretive smile. “Hola, mi amor.”
She’d also had him begin to teach her Spanish. He loved hearing the language he grew up with come from her lips. He found it deeply sexy.
He walked straight up behind her, sliding his hands around her waist. “Hola, mi amor. Te he echado de menos. Esta noche planeo hacer que te corras hasta que grites mi nombre. Y luego, te haré el amor hasta que salga el sol.” I’ve missed you. Tonight, I plan to make you come until you scream my name. And then, I will make love to you until the sun rises.
“Mmm. I love when you speak Spanish to me. It gets me all hot and bothered. Dinner’s almost ready.”
“I can see that. And we’ve got the whole weekend just you and me. I was thinking we could drive around the island, find some new places to eat, maybe go to a Luau and have some Mai Tais before I bring you back here, tie you to the bed, and fuck your brains out.”
“Sounds like fun. Although, my Mai Tai will have to be a virgin one.”
He frowned because his wife enjoyed having a drink or two with dinner. “Why?”
Ella shifted in his arms so they faced one another and cupped his face in her hands. “Because I’m pregnant.”
The news swept over him like a tidal wave. Ella was pregnant. She was having his baby. They were going to be parents. He lifted her into his arms, holding her close, and spun them around as joy burst through him. Holding her tight, he asked, “A baby? Really?”
“Yeah. I’m almost seven weeks along. So much for birth control, huh?”
Understanding hit him. The first time they’d been intimate and not used a condom, he’d gotten her pregnant. When he thought about everything they went through, what she endured and had done with a life growing inside her, it humbled him. Then again, she humbled him with her faith in him and love. He wrapped his arms tighter around her. “Fuck, mi amor. I love you so damn much.”
Her hands slid down his chest, heading south toward his crotch, making his cock take notice. “I love you too. And I’m so relieved you’re happy about it.”
He gave her a stern look. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
And then he spied it, the flash of uncertainty she’d tried to hide. “Because everything has changed so much for us. New identities, new jobs, new house, new marriage, new everything. I was worried you would think it’s too soon.”
“Amor, I’m thrilled by the news. We’re having a baby. It’s something to celebrate. And yes, I realize we’ve had our lives turned upside down in a very short amount of time. But it’s a fresh start for us both, and I’m thrilled we’re going to be parents. I couldn’t be happier.” And to prove it, he kissed her, pouring every ounce of love he felt for her into his kiss.
The kiss started sweet, tame even, but it evolved the longer they kissed. It turned darker, greedier. Until he needed her like air. This woman was everything to him. And he’d vowed on their wedding day with the justice of the peace that he would ensure she never, for a single second, doubted his feelings for her.
He lifted his mouth, but only long enough to switch the stove burner off and back her up against the kitchen island. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she reached for his belt. But he caught each hand. He brought them up one after the other and placed a kiss on the inside of each wrist right over her pulse point.
“Rafael,” she sighed. Her breathy voice saying his name like that went straight to his cock. The only place they allowed their real names was when they were intimate like this. He adored the way she breathily moaned his name. It fueled the dark, primal urges in him to mate, to imprint himself on her gorgeous body.
“Let me love you, Princesa.” He placed kisses down her elegant neck, inhaling her scent. But there was another part of her he wanted to kiss even more.
Rafe hoisted her up onto the island. His hands stroked down her sides, past her breasts and the indent of her waist to her thighs, where he began tugging the hem of her dress up her slender thighs, holding her gaze.
“Lie back and let me love you.” His command fell like a gauntlet.
Ella lifted her brow at the order but leaned back, spreading her thighs wide. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. The dress was bunched at her waist. There was a wet spot on her panties from her arousal. And he had never seen a lovelier sight.
Every day he fell more in love with her. And looking at her now, at the love in her eyes, with the knowledge that she was carrying his baby, he had never thought he would ever love anyone this much. But Christ, he did.
He leaned down and placed a tender kiss against her belly. Happy tears rimmed her lashes when he glanced at her face. She placed her palm against his cheek, and he turned to press a kiss against it.
“Come as often as you need to,” he murmured, removing her panties. And then he spread her wide so her pink pussy lips, slicked with dew, were on full display. His mouth watered for her taste.
Rafe tongued her clit. He knew exactly what strokes to use to make her fly among the stars. He loved watching her like this. The way pleasure transformed her features. Her throaty moans made his dick jolt and precum seep from the slit. But he wasn’t worried about his pleasure. His concern was the gorgeous creature splayed out before him like a buffet and ensuring she came as many times as possible.
He’d gotten her up to six in one night.
And he wondered if they could top that number tonight. He feasted on her pussy, sucking and licking at her nub just the way she liked before thrusting his tongue deep inside her sheath. She arched her back, rocking her hips.
Ella’s fingers slid into his hair and gripped tight. She ground her pussy against his mouth, lost in a delirium of ecstasy.
Rafe bit down on her clit.
“Rafael,” she howled as she bucked against his mouth, her fingers digging into his scalp as she came.
He lapped at her cream until her climax was spent. But his woman always needed at least two orgasms to feel sated. And the next time she came, it would be on his cock. With a final swipe against her clit, he rose to his full height.
He shrugged out of his uniform shirt, tossing it off to the side. Undoing his pants, he shoved them down far enough to free his shaft. He gripped his dick and rubbed the head through her swollen folds.
Her eyelids fluttered open. Their gazes connected. And Rafe thrust, filling her, joining them together until he was balls deep. He sighed as the feeling of being home washed over him. It was like this every time. The feeling of coming home, the rightness of being with her, knowing in his soul that he’d found the one woman meant for him.
“Rafael,” she moaned, writhing, giving him the signal that it was time for him to move.
“That’s it, Princesa. I know how much you love my cock.” Holding her hips, he established a slow, languid pace.
“And you love fucking my pussy. God, you feel so good. Don’t hold back because I’m pregnant.”
“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.” It was something he had considered.
“I promise you won’t. The doctor explained that sex while I’m pregnant is fine and won’t harm the baby at all. So, the real question is, are you going to fuck me or just play with me?”
Fuck, he loved her sass. And making her pay for it. He scowled mockingly and leaned over her torso. “Just for that, Princesa, I’m going to make you eat those words.”
He slammed his mouth over hers. Then took the tempo from slow glides to a hammering fuck. Her arms circled his neck. She kissed him back like she would die without him. And he knew the feeling. He almost did die.
And the thought of ever being without her left him cold.
They raced toward ecstasy; she undulated and writhed beneath him as he thrust. He felt her body reach its pinnacle first. Her hips bucked. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his plunging staff. And that was all that was needed to launch his system into an epic climax that made his knees tremble.
And his heart, well, his heart was hers. Always.
Out of all the choices he’d made in his life, loving Ella had been the easiest. Leaving his friends and family behind had been the right choice. He would miss them. He ached for his family, thinking he was dead and gone. But Ella was his Princesa, the love of his life. There was no living without her.
He lifted his mouth as he withdrew. Planting a kiss on her lips, he moved south and pressed another kiss against her pregnant belly.
Ella tenderly rubbed his head. He shot her a smile. And the look in his wife’s eyes, the love she had for him, shone brighter than the sun and made his heart roll over and display its soft underbelly.
“I love you so much, Princesa.” He rose and brought her up into the sitting position on the counter.
“I love you too. I should get back to making dinner.” She sighed but didn’t move out of his arms.
“I like how you think.”
“Is that a fact?” He rubbed his hands up and down her back, feeling his arousal return.
“It is. Haven’t you realized it yet? I always want you, Rafael. And I always will.”
“Para siempre, mi amor. Siempre te querré. Eres mi amor más profundo, mi bella esposa y mi alma gemela. Mi corazón es tuyo, siempre.” Forever, my love. I will always want you. You are my deepest love, my beautiful wife, and my soulmate. My heart is yours, always.
He hoisted her into his arms to carry her up to their bedroom. He kissed her forehead. “Always, mi amor.”
And then there was no more time for words as they tumbled into bed.
Some might say he gave up everything for Ella. But the truth was, he hadn’t been living until she rocketed across his world. And he would spend the rest of his days protecting and loving her and the child she carried. Because she had given him a reason for being, a soft place to land when the world became too much.
She would always be his Princesa, the woman who brought his heart and soul to life.