With the talk of secret operations in Syria over, Kynan and I head to the kitchen to find Joslyn shoulder to shoulder with Leighton, helping to unpack. Both women are laughing.
Leighton immediately gives me a stern look. “You could have given me a head’s-up that the Joslyn Meyers was fixing to walk into my kitchen.”
I give Leighton a sheepish grin, moving to her side to kiss her neck. “Sorry, babe.”
Joslyn laughs it off. True, she’s a famous actress and pop star and everyone in the world knows who she is, but to the Jameson folks, she’s just a part of our family and team. Leighton will learn that soon enough.
Kynan and Joslyn end up staying for a while, helping us unpack. Mike and Sam return from exploring the property and Leighton’s able to whip up grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup to feed us. It’s a great start to our new life.
“Best part of this house,” Leighton murmurs as she snuggles against me. Our bodies are slick with the fevered sweat of some excellent fucking. “Master bedroom on the bottom floor while Dad and Sam are relegated upstairs. We don’t have to worry about being so quiet.”
“Speak for yourself,” I grumble, pulling her closer. “I like when you have panties stuffed in your mouth.”
“You can do that to me whenever you want,” she murmurs huskily.
While the thought is appealing, it’s equally as settling to know I’m content with the way things are.
We lay quietly, stroking each other’s skin and snuggling in a little bit tighter. This is the way I’d envisioned our life would be one day, just without all the other shit that happened in between.
“You nervous about tomorrow?” I ask.
“A little,” she admits. “I’m sure I’ll stop being so antsy over time.”
I understand this, of course, but I hate she has to worry. Tomorrow, we’re headed into Pittsburgh to meet with the new doctor who will be taking over Sam’s care. We’d been fortunate Kynan was able to procure new identities for us so quickly, because we couldn’t establish Sam’s medical care without them. Luckily, we are still able to consult with his doctor in Vegas, but Sam has done nothing but continue to get stronger and stronger with each passing day. The way I see it is, we were blessed with a miracle.
I roll to my side so I can face Leighton, my arm moving to her waist. There’s no turning the lights off in our room before we fuck, as we like to see every damn bit of what we’re doing. Her face is flushed, hair a mess, and she’s simply stunning.
“I love you,” I say.
She smiles. “I love you, too. Why so serious though?”
“I just need you to know that I will always keep you and Sam safe. Your dad, too, of course. I just want you to be happy and to not have to worry.”
“I’ll get there,” she promises. “And for what it’s worth, I do feel safe with you. Even knowing those thugs are out there searching for us—”
“—only in Vegas,” I make sure to point out. Kynan’s DOJ contacts assure us that they’re still swarming the city, intent on catching Mike there.
Her fingertips graze my lips. “Regardless, it doesn’t matter. The danger will always be there, but I feel settled and complete now that we’re together. It’s like my life’s circle has finally closed with everything I need cocooned right inside.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” I reply, rolling closer to kiss her.
Of course, that tender touch of our mouths turns into something hotter. That underlying flick of flame suddenly ignites once again, so I continue rolling until she’s underneath me once again.
All those times we spent in The Wicked Horse—a part of our past now—but also still clearly indicative of just how deep our passion for each other rages. Doesn’t matter if we’re in Sin City or the sleepy mountains of Western Pennsylvania…
Within the arms of this woman, with my son sleeping just up the staircase, I am finally home.