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“I plan to,” She responds with a glint of playfulness behind her eyes. The growl those words summon is more animal than man. She leans back, giving me an incredible view of her body and she caresses herself. My breath hitches and I feel the temperature in the room increase with how hot she looks right now. She lets out a light gasp as her fingers find her clit, teasing herself. This view is something that most men would commit unnamed crimes to see, but I have it here all to myself. Her hands move just before she comes and she positions herself withme at her entrance. One moment she is teasing me, and in a blink I am cut short with her sinking onto me slowly with her hands on my shoulders. My hands find her hips to help move her while I capture her lips again. Her walls are slick but tight and she begins to ride her way toward her orgasm.
“Touch yourself, Butterfly. I need to feel you come undone on top of me,” I instruct with a feral tone. One of her hands leaves my shoulder, caressing it’s way down her body until it touches her clit. The shockwaves sent from her vice grip on me and the shudder of her shoulders let me know she is getting near her release. Gently, I bite down on the apex between her shoulder and neck, feeling the way it heightens her arousal as she moans. My thrusts begin to meet her motion as the rhythm gets choppy and I know we are close to cumming. I won’t last much longer but neither will she. The spasms begin as she shutters and moans, every muscle tightening and pulling me over the edge.
After we catch our breaths, she looks at me and smiles. The warmth in her eyes brings a smile to my face at the vision that will be my wife. I quickly pop into the adjoining bathroom to grab a towel, run it under warm water before wringing it out, and bring it to her. Not wanting to disrupt the peaceful look on her face, I reach down with the towel and clean her off before she crawls into her side of the bed. I follow her under the covers and pull her to my chest.
“You were perfect, Butterfly,” I whisper into her hair as we both drift off.
Chapter Twenty-Two
LEO
“Sometimes your dick calls the shots and sometimes you have to teach your girl how to shoot. Both require protection.”
The soft light of the sunshine spills into our room stirring me from my sleep and tugging my Butterfly closer to my chest. She sighs contently, burying her face into my chest to hide from the sun.
“Good morning beautiful,” I tell her sleepily, brushing the hair out of her face. Even first thing in the morning she is every bit the vision that I want to wake up to.
“Morning. How early is it?” She asks, stretching her body to wake up. Watching her arch her body even innocently sends all the blood to my dick. A groan escapes my lips and she smiles up at me.
“It's early, the sun is barely up. I have a surprise for you today,” I inform her before grasping her chin and bringing her face to mine. She deepens the kiss, pulling herself on top of me. Feeling each and every one of her curves, I push her up while smiling.
“Can you behave yourself long enough to get through a shower with me?” She asks with a mischievous grin on her face. Taking a deep breath, I nod and lead us to the en-suite. Turning on the water to make sure it is perfectly warm for my Butterfly, I turn around just in time to see my shirt come over her chest.
“Not that I am complaining, but when did you put on one of my shirts?” I question while we climb into the shower. She smirks and steps into the shower with me.
“I got up to pee after you fell asleep and it was on the way,” She answered. We both wash quickly, enjoying the heat from the water and peppering kisses on each other’s exposed skin. When I turn off the water I reach over, grabbing her towel first. Then I dry her arms, watching her eyes close at the soft contact.
“It is my job to take care of you, and while I will do so with my dying breath, Rome and I are going to assess where you are in your ability to protect yourself and make a plan to continue your training,” I say while drying the rest of her body.
“What should I wear?” She asks, trying to sort through this new information to plan for the day.
“For today I would wear something comfortable that you can move in, but at least once a week, I want you to wear a regular outfit that you would leave the house in because in this line of business you never know when trouble is going to find you,” I answer with honesty, even if I hate the idea that she could be in danger. I didn’t bring her into this life, she was born a part of it, but I want her to have every self-defense option at her disposal.
When I am done drying her, I hang her towel back up and remove mine from the rack and go about drying myself. She finishes up brushing her teeth and hair when I hang up my towel. We walk into the bedroom to get dressed for the day. As we get ready to walk out of our room, I pause in the doorway. Placing her back against the door jam, I place my forearm aboveher and lean over. The way she looks up at me and bites her lip has me wanting to spend the whole day in bed with her.
“You are the only person I have ever wanted to bow to. Your needs outweigh mine and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe without smothering you. I understand that you are strong and independent,” I whisper with conviction, opening the bedroom door. The brightness and understanding in her eyes have me wanting to drop to my knees now.
“Let’s go. The sooner we go through this the more you will relax,” She responds, lifting onto her toes to place a soft kiss on my lips. I deepen the kiss, losing myself in her.
The double knock on the front door and sound of keys interrupts our moment. We separate just before Rome opens the door. The smile on his face prolongs the joy I have at this moment. The only person that is missing from the house to complete it is my sister. I hope that me barging in on her evening didn’t disrupt what little fun she is allowed to have.
“Star crossed lover-boy, go back to smiling, your appearance did not ruin your sister’s night,” He smirks at me, knowing exactly what would cause my mood to shift so quickly.
“Let’s go, Butterfly. It is time to show you the underside of the house, unless you want to call it the rose garden like he does,” I jest, my best friend brightening his smile. He links his arm with her free one as we all go to the basement through the closet in my office.
Below the house is everything you would need to train someone for the perils of our lives. We stop at the range and all eyes swivel to me. Rome nods and goes to the far end of the range where the armory is. This armory has one of each of the guns that I keep upstairs for practice purposes.
“A combination of moving into this house and the clear target on your back make it necessary to walk you through the assembly, shooting, cleaning, and breakdown of all the gunskept in the house. If there is a moment where you need to defend yourself, I want you to have every advantage,” I inform her, stepping into my role as her teacher instead of her lover.
Grabbing the first handgun, I remove the clip, empty the chamber, and disassemble it. She holds out her hand, determination clear on her face. Placing the clip in her hand, I step aside and let my soon-to-be wife take my position. She re-assembles the gun with ease.
“I did get training from Anton on firearms and self defense, but I knew the dangers of using those tools within the walls of that house. I was only allowed to retaliate against the unsanctioned actions of others,” She fills the space with her words. The visible shiver that wracks her drives the heat of my vengeance higher. Passing out the ear protection, I try to process her words. The understanding that she is so strong and trained but was forced to endure this anyway is almost too much for words.
“Sis, please know that when I get the chance, I would love to make both your father and his so-called men beg you for their lives,” Rome responds before I even get the chance. The fire that rages in his eyes is more intense than I have ever seen him before. We all put the ear plugs in before she proceeds. She looks at him while she pulls back the slide and racks the first bullet. With her eyes open and both hands on the gun she unloads the magazine one bullet at a time into the target down the range.
When she is out of ammunition, I call the shooting target forward. Every shot hit the target, mostly in the body but with far more accuracy than I expected given the larger caliber of ammunition and heavier kick of this handgun. The megawatt smile she gives me shows the pride and prowess of the woman I am lucky to be marrying. Once she sets down the gun I pull her into my arms.
“I am so proud of you,” I tell her while I cup her face, placing gentle kisses until she is giggling at the contact.
