She’s lying. The mark on her face proves that he did get his hands on her before I could get there. “You saved me. Again.”
Cupping her soft cheek, I run my thumb over her warm skin. I don’t know what I’d do if I never got to see her again. “I love you, Blake.”
“I love you too.” She leans forward, gently pressing her lips to mine.
When she pulls away, I look around the room, but it’s still just the two of us. “Where is Matt? Please tell me he didn’t get away again.”
“No. Tyson has him in the basement at Blackout. He told me to tell you that when you’re ready, he’ll hand deliver him to the cathedral.”
I start to push myself up. “We can do it tonight.”
She places her hands on my chest and pushes me back down. “No.”
“Blake …”
“I need you back to yourself. And Ryat, that’s not going to happen until you heal.”
“Blake,” I growl. Not her too.
“We need you.”
“We don’t have time …” I pause. “We?”
A smile covers her face, and she nods. “We, Ryat.” Reaching over, she picks up a black and white picture and holds it out to show me. “We’re having twins. And we’re going to need you …”
“Twins?” I ask to make sure I heard her right.
She nods, a gorgeous smile on her perfect face. I’ve never seen her eyes so bright. “Two babies.”
I reach over, grabbing her face, and pull her into me. This time, I kiss her deeply, passionately. I ended up going after her, but she was the one who brought me back. This woman is incredible. And I’m the luckiest man to call her mine.
BLAKELY
RYAT HAS BEEN in the hospital for three weeks. He ended up needing surgery again due to internal bleeding. He overdid it and required a lot of rest. I’ve made sure that he’s gotten it. I’m actually surprised he’s been so compliant. He must have really needed it, considering how stubborn he is. But I can match it. As a Lady, I understand what my Lord must do. I also understand that even he has limits. And before too long, there’ll be two more people for us to care for. I needed him to recover a hundred percent.
I’ve spent every moment here in this room with him. But I know once he gets discharged today, it’ll be out of my control. He’s been antsy. He wants revenge, and I do too.
I spit out my toothpaste and wipe my mouth off, exiting his private bathroom and walking into his room.
He stands by his hospital bed, pulling his jeans up over his legs still shirtless.
I lean up against the doorway and watch him. He’s lost some weight, even with all the food that Gunner and Prickett have been bringing us from the outside. Although he didn’t need to. Ryat Alexander Archer is ripped. From his chiseled abs to his broad chest and muscular arms—the man is delicious. And I’ve been craving him.
He looks up and smirks, catching me staring. Then he reaches into the bag that sits on his bed, pulling out a dress. “Wear this,” he orders.
I laugh like he’s joking. Then look out the window to see the snow covering the ground and building. “Ryat, it snowed yesterday. I’ll freeze to death.”
He walks over to me. “I’ll keep you warm.”
“I’m serious.”
“Me too.” He arches a brow, daring me to argue.
I snort. “How did that get in there anyway?” I’m surprised he hasn’t burned it.
“I told Sarah to pack you something sexy.”
“It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?”
“Maybe I want to see what’s mine,” he counters.
I sigh, knowing that Ryat is a hundred percent back to himself and that my track record sucks when it comes to winning these battles with him.
Rolling my eyes, I reach down and remove my sweater, letting it fall to the floor and then undo my jeans and shove them down my legs, kicking them away.
“Lift your arms,” he commands, and I raise them above my head, allowing him to slide it on over my body. The cool material is soft against my warm skin. “Perfect,” he praises, running the tips of his fingers over my breasts that the V cut design shows off, and I blush.
He places his hand between my thighs and runs it up to cup my pussy. I moan, wanting to feel him there. To feel him all over me. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or what, but I’m always horny. More than usual. Maybe it’s just the fact that I couldn’t have him while he was recovering.