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"I'm just..." The tremor in her voice worried me.
Holy shit. What did I do? Did I miss something while I was so wrapped up in myself? "If I hurt you..."
"No. It's not that. I just... I..."
"Are you sad?" I pulled out and lay beside her, wrapping my arms behind her back to draw her close. Fuck. If I'd ruined this for her...
"I can't believe how beautiful it was."
I breathed out a huge sigh of relief. "Me either, babe. Fucking gorgeous."
She pressed her palms to her forehead, her cheeks flushed, mouth still roughed up from my kisses. "What have I been doing until now? Who was I? Why did I think I couldn't have this? Why do I still think I shouldn't have it?"
I pressed a kiss to her lips and wiped her tears with my thumbs. "I don't know. I'm wondering the same things myself. I can tell you that what we just shared isn't the way it always is so maybe this is the time we're both supposed to have it. Together."
Her hand caressed my head and ears and she peered at me with watery eyes. "I think so. I feel extremely lucky."
"Me too. Honestly, now that I've had this with you, I can't imagine why I'd ever want anything with anyone else."
Chapter 30 Beignets
Wren
Waking up with Mag after a frenzied night of exploring each other felt like a dream. After all we'd done, I could easily imagine how a woman might let Magnum do whatever he wanted in the morning if she were lucky enough to wake up with him. He was a master at creating pleasure in my body while also teasing and delaying release just long enough to drive me insane.
A gentle heat radiated through my muscles, and his strong touch lingered on my skin. He reached for me, and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered in a happy jig. We'd broken down so many barriers between us and built up new connections that filled my heart with joy.
He'd said it meant something, and I got that message. There was no way we could've done the things we did without trust, and dare I say it? Love. I'd let him see the most intimate parts of myself, and he'd treated me with respect in return. There was no rude pushing me away like the other women had mentioned. In fact, he was pulling me closer now.
"Sylvie asked us over for breakfast, but I can call her and say no." The gruff rumble in his voice was incredibly attractive.
"No. Let's go. I want to meet her husband and kids." I'd seen them on video calls, but the real thing was always better.
He patted my thigh and rubbed it with his hand. "Then we gotta get up."
I groaned in protest and his fingertips dug into my skin as I pulled out of his grasp.
We both grinned like we'd won the lottery as we dressed and walked out of the hotel room. Mag was right. The streets of New Orleans were littered with the baubles from the previous night.
We'd left our bags at a Knight Security safe house last night before the parade, so we went back there first to shower and change. Luckily, no one noticed us, or they were giving us some privacy, and we slipped out. Mag held my hand, and we continued our Cheshire cat grinning marathon as we walked the short distance to Sylvie and Jameel's house. A cute little boy with an adorable afro answered our knock at the door. I recognized him from our video chats as Xavier. He saw Magnum and attacked. "Uncle Mag!"
Mag picked him up and swung him around to his great joy and squeal.
When his feet hit the ground, he turned and hugged my legs. "Hi, Auntie Wren."
It was so sweet I nearly broke into tears as I patted him on the back. "Nice to meet you, Xavier." No one had ever called me Auntie before, and it melted my heart.
We were greeted by Sylvie, who looked a lot more domestic this morning wearing jeans and a sweatshirt while holding a wooden spoon. "You're just in time for breakfast. You hung over?" she asked me.
"A little." I fibbed because I wasn't hung over from the sangria but from the night of intoxicating love Mag had made to me.
I met her husband Jameel and her daughters, Lanisha and Monet. Sylvie ushered us to sit at the kitchen table, and the kids helped her serve us grits with biscuits, sausage patties, and scrambled eggs.
As we ate, the children filled us in on their activities last night while Mom was at the parade. I felt comfortable and happy. I loved seeing how Mag interacted with his family. He kept quiet, but his eyes were soft the whole time as he listened to the kids chatter away. I was helping clear the table when the front doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Magnum's hand covered his gun at his hip as he strode calmly toward the front door. I watched from the entrance to the kitchen as he checked the security monitor and froze for a second before turning back to look at me. I couldn't read his face, but something was up. His hand lowered from his gun as he opened the door.
The sounds of the dishes clearing silenced when we saw the man standing there.
