Claiming Felicity (Ace Security #4)(78)

But now he could take his time.

Worship her.

Show her how lucky he was to be her husband.

“Bradford looked content tonight, don’t you think?” Alexis asked.

Blake mentally rolled his eyes. He was not going to talk about her family right now.

“And Felicity and Ryder were really happy.”

He grunted in response, concentrating on what seemed like thousands of little buttons that went from her ass up to her neck. They were way too tiny for his large hands, but he diligently kept working, trying to be careful not to rip her wedding gown as he went.

“My mom and dad told me tonight that they’ve planned a huge after-wedding party for us at their house up in Denver. They’ve invited all their friends. Expect it to be over-the-top lavish.” When Blake didn’t say anything, Alexis asked, “Are you listening to me?”

“No,” Blake answered honestly.

“Blake!” Alexis exclaimed, sounding very put out.

Finally getting the last button undone, Blake spun his wife around and dropped his mouth to hers. He pushed her beautiful dress over her shoulders roughly. Lifting her, leaving the dress pooled on the floor, he took the few steps over to their huge four-poster bed. Turning her, he bent her over the mattress, which happened to be the perfect height for him to take her from behind. He pulled a stool they kept handy for just this reason over with his foot, even as he unhooked her lacy bra. At almost a foot shorter than he was, Alexis needed the extra height so Blake could take her the way they both wanted. Without a word, Alexis stepped up and spread her legs. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked back at Blake.

“Fuck me, husband.”

“With pleasure, wife,” Blake returned. Instead of removing the ivory panties, he simply pulled the gusset to the side. He made sure she was ready for him before plunging inside with one quick thrust. They both moaned.

Their coupling was quick. Both reached their peak within minutes.

Later, after he’d taken her twice more and they were both almost asleep, Blake said, “The next time you try to talk about your family in our bed, I’m going to take you over my knee.”

“Like that’s a deterrent,” Alexis mumbled.

Chuckling, Blake turned on his side, moving Alexis until they were spooning. One hand cupped one of her breasts, and the other arm was under her neck. She curled both hands around the forearm at her chest and sighed happily.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, Alexis.”



Logan Anderson watched as his wife fussed over their children. They were still sleeping in a crib next to their king-size bed, but he didn’t care. He knew it would be a while before Grace would be able to sleep somewhere other than where her children were. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t want to be separated from Ace and Nate either.

The week his son had been missing had been the worst in his life. Worse than the abuse he’d suffered growing up. Worse than some of the missions he’d been on overseas when he’d been in the Army. He hadn’t ever known pain like wondering if his son was dead or alive.

And almost worse than that was watching Grace struggle with the same knowledge. She had been hurting, and there was nothing he could do for her except be by her side, loving her.

Grace leaned down and kissed both babies once more, then turned to the bed. She took off the T-shirt she’d been wearing and climbed in next to her husband.

Logan opened his arms and sighed in relief when Grace cuddled right into him. It seemed as if the trauma they’d been through had brought them closer together. Logan knew it could’ve easily done the opposite. He swore right then and there never to take his wife for granted. Not that he had in the past, but not knowing where their son was, if he was hurt, or dead, just made him all the more determined to make sure Grace and their children had the best lives possible.

“Where do you think he was?”

Logan knew what Grace was talking about. They hadn’t really discussed this yet. He was happy she was opening up about it, finally. “I don’t know, Smarty. But I believe with all my heart that whoever had him treated him as well as they could.”

“Detective Baker said that the fireman who found him thought a woman dropped him off.”

Logan nodded against Grace. “Yeah, I think so too. The writing on the note was pretty ornate.”

“Do you think she’s okay?” Grace asked, lifting her head and looking him in the eyes as she asked.

Logan’s heart melted a little more at her question. His Grace worried about other people more than she did herself at times. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

“If Joseph knew her, it couldn’t have been good.”

Logan had thought the same thing. He knew more about Joseph Waters than his wife or any of his brothers’ women did. Joseph had a network of sexual slaves he’d kept around the country. He apparently bought them from human traffickers and kept them locked up in crappy apartments in different cities. He had contacts who were allowed to use the women how they wished in return for their loyalty. It was sickening, and Ryder had said that his handler, the mysterious Rex, had made it his mission to track down and free every single woman Joseph had enslaved.

“I think if she was brave enough to leave Nate at that fire station, she had to have escaped.”