Fractured Freedom(94)
“Please, Dante. Faster. Please,” I begged.
“Dante!”
I froze on his shoulders when I heard his mother’s voice outside the barn doors. “Someone’s here? Are you crazy?” I tried to wiggle off him, but his hands dug into my ass and held me there. “Don’t you dare—” I warned.
Mrs. Reid called out, “Do you have Lilah with you?”
“Get rid of her and keep riding my face like a good girl, Lamb.” His tongue doubled the pace. His hands were everywhere. It was everything my body wanted, and I felt myself approaching the freaking orgasm of a lifetime, the one that wasn’t just fireworks but a nuclear explosion of epic proportions.
“I’m with him, Mrs. Reid. We’re um—” I gasped when his finger dipped into my ass and curled. “He’s giving me a riding lesson. We need a minute.”
“Oh, totally understandable.” She peeked her head in and I waved over the gate like a crazy person, trying to make sure she didn’t come any closer. “Oh, goodness. Is he proposing right now? I’m ruining it.”
I nodded frantically and then for a second thought that was rude, so I tried to shake my head no, but when he sucked hard on my clit, I waved her away. “Just give us a minute, please.”
She shrugged. “Sounds good.” I heard her footsteps retreating as she called out, “Dante, remember to tell her to keep her legs tight when she’s riding. We don’t want her falling off.”
I felt the man smile against my pussy.
“You’re an asshole. I deserve the best orgasm of my life now,” I whisper-yelled at him.
“You’ll get seven to heaven, baby, I promise. When has your wolf ever let you down?”
“Never,” I screamed as the first one hit.
Epilogue - Two Years Later
Delilah
The crackling of the bonfire outside my window almost had me smiling. I breathed in summer, letting the smell of fresh-cut grass, charcoal grills, and the lilacs that lined my front porch fill my lungs. Dante had planted them last year after I sighed on a walkway lined with them, delighting in the smell.
He’d said he owed me flowers the rest of my life after letting another woman touch his lips.
He was right.
Embracing that possessive jealousy inside me had balanced a large part of my mind, centered me, and made me understand that no emotion was truly bad. I needed the raw ones full of anger and sadness and jealousy so I could appreciate pure joy and happiness and calm when they were present.
“You going to go over there and help our mothers do whatever you all do in the kitchen while your brothers argue with me over the grill and the food?”
I rolled my eyes. “We literally make every dish except the shrimp and fish you’re grilling, and we have to season that too. You all just stand around drinking out there,” I said, not moving from the bed yet.
I felt the mattress dip behind me and knew he was sitting close, trying to take in my energy.
“Let’s go give your family hell, and then I’m taking you to see that blue water.”
“The blue … what?”
“You were reading about it in Puerto Rico. We never went. It was on your list. So I’m taking you there after this.”
I turned over in his arms. “You planned all that for me?”
“I’d do just about anything to see you smile again, pretty girl,” he murmured and laid down next to me, wrapping one of his tattooed arms around my waist and pulling me close.
I cried in his arms before he finally got me out of bed. He carried me to our big bathtub and ran the water, pouring some oil in and then bubbles that smelled like lilacs. I stood watching him, observing how meticulously he checked the temperature and then turned to me with quiet determination and undid the buttons of my sleep shirt.
“I can do this myself, Dante,” I sighed, not really sure I could.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered as he pushed my mess of wavy hair from my face and continued to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, his strong arms holding me up.
I’d been resting for days, basically living in a pampered oasis. After Dante proposed, I’d quit my job, unwilling to do long distance with him. It took me about a day to realize that. And it had been a hell of a day. He’d fucked me in the stables before marching back to tell my brothers he was marrying me.
Dom had probably only half-forgiven him at this point.
Still, he’d faced my brother and my family, so I could face my demons too. I told everyone my struggle. Izzy hugged me while my mom cried and dad patted my shoulder.
We’d all sat around a bonfire that night, hashing out everything. With their support, therapy, and the man I loved, I was able to face a lot more. I embraced the idea of going back to college after months of therapy—both with and without Dante. I’d been diagnosed with high-functioning depression and a lot of anxiety, most likely brought on by my need to overachieve. I was highly critical of myself and overthought a lot.
We worked on it daily. I hadn’t made my decision to go back to medical school lightly. I wanted to become a doctor, but I worked very hard to balance the demands of school with maintaining a healthy mental state. I’d been well into medical school, that beautiful ring on my finger after getting married on the farm, and I was pregnant. I wanted that baby more than anything, and the devastation of losing another baby hit me like a bull running at a target full speed.