41. Diego

Life had been incredibly different since Roni and I left Alaska on Air Force One. Roni still hated flying, but at least she wasn't worried about someone spotting her now.

The investigation that followed was grueling. My friends, Roni, and I went through hours of almost torturous interviews about my alias, the invasion of mercenaries that marched onto my property, and the death or severe injury of well over a hundred men. And because Roni was admitted to the bar in D.C., she represented all of us, and was damn good at it, too.

Ultimately none of us faced a single charge, and the information we provided was enough to help the FBI track down the last remaining individuals of the Geneva Project, including their leader, who had ultimately evaded the bear he pissed off.

Roni was stretched across her bed, watching as I took off my suit jacket. The stitches in her leg were fully dissolved, the pink line of healing flesh looking a little better each day. The physical therapy was doing wonders for her shoulder, and she looked a lot happier these days.

"How'd it go?"

My meeting with her dad was a good one. Not that she knew what it was about. I'd refused to share, which I was sure made her suspicious.

"Good." I gave her a hungry smile as I stared at her half-naked body.

"Care to share with me what it was about?" she pressed as she sat up. Her cleavage looked scrumptious in the low-cut satin nightshirt she was wearing.

"No," I told her as I took off the Rolex her dad had bought for me. Her eyes watched the accessory as I set it down on her dresser.

"Not even as your attorney?"

"No," I told her with a smile. I admired her persistence, but she wasn't going to make me crack.

"Hmmm. I know torture is illegal, but you sure make me want to lobby for a change in policy," she teased as she stood. She barely winced at the motion; the pain medication was still doing its job. She took a few steps toward me, closing the distance between us.

"You know it's torture just being away from your sassy ass more than five minutes," I teased, my lips ghosting hers.

"Well, in that case, let me bring you some relief." She grabbed my lip between her teeth in a feisty move, and then she bit down softly.

"Fucking finally." I picked her up and carried her back over to her bed. I set her down before slowly crawling overtop of her.

I placed a kiss to her lips, and then another.

Her hands reached up and grabbed the front of my dress shirt, unbuttoning the buttons one by one.

"Don't start what you can't finish," I warned her. I didn't want to injure her as she was still healing. She had been under strict orders by her doctor to rest and recover, with nothing super strenuous. And there was nothing gentle about our love making.

"Who says I can't?" She pressed a kiss to my jaw. My shirt fell open, and her nails traced the muscles of my abdomen, teasing me.

"Your doctor," I countered.

"Not anymore. Had a virtual checkup today and was cleared to return to normal duties, as long as I'm not doing any heavy lifting."

"So no picking me up and pinning me against the wall. How will I ever get my rocks off?" I teased. My lips danced across hers with my words. I could feel her smile against them.

"You'll just have to manage. But your rocks aren't important anyways," she teased, pressing her lips to mine passionately. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled my pelvis down to meet hers. She ground herself against me.

It would take a saint not to cave into what she wanted, and I certainly planned to, but I had something important to do first.

"Reach into my shirt pocket."

She pulled back to give me a confused look, but she did what I told her to.

She pulled out the cool metal. "What about that rock? Does that one matter?" I asked with a bit of a growl. I ground my diamond-hard dick into her.

"Is this…"

"A permanent declaration of my promise to always protect you? Why yes, it is. You just have to answer one simple question for me."

I pressed another kiss to her shocked lips, which already formed the perfect O shape. "I'm not just on one knee for you, but two." I looked down at where our bodies were joined, my knees pressed into the mattress just below her ass. "Veronica Hanes, will you marry me?"

She smiled wide. "Is this a scheme to get out of paying for my representation?"

I smiled in response. "And if it is?" I countered.

"I'd still say yes." She placed a kiss on my lips. "The answer is yes."

I dropped my body weight on hers and ground my pelvis against hers again, creating a delicious friction. My lips passionately captured hers, and when our tongues met, I felt an overwhelming need to take her then and there. No more dicking around.

I took the ring from her hand with my right hand and slipped it onto her left hand between breaths.

She admired the ring and then reached out to remove my belt and unbuckle my pants. The expensive material that hugged my muscular frame went nowhere. She used her hands to push it down my thighs, and I kicked out of them. They looked much better on the floor if it was Roni who removed them.

I pulled the satin camisole she wore over her head and peppered her body with kisses as I made my way south. Her lace panties were gone with a quick yank, and she was nice and wet for me.

I ran a finger through the slick slit. I held up the finger for her to see. "Did this happen before or after the ring?"

"The moment you entered the room," she shared as she fisted the sheets, her shiny new ring on full display.

"Good," I growled.

Then I feasted on her like her life depended on it. Her knuckles turned white as I used my tongue to pay special attention to her clit, capturing it with my lips before I released it to soothe it over with my tongue.

Her knuckles turned white as her back arched, her legs locked, her toes curled, and she moaned my name.

Her body went slack as she rode the waves of the orgasm, and when she finally opened her eyes, they had a mischievous gleam. She had plans for me, but not before I'd complete mine.

"Are you going to moan my name again like a good girl?" I asked as I brought the head of my cock to her entrance, teasing her.

She nodded.

"Use your words," I tell her.

"Fuck yes," she said with a pant as she wiggled her hips, trying to bring her lower body closer to mine.

"Good," I growled again.

Then I shoved my cock inside and shuddered at the feeling of her tight, warm pussy. I could get used to this, fucking her in a comfortable bed, not on the hard floor of a dirty cabin.

I pounded into her over and over. Her fingers held onto the sheets for dear life.

"Diego." My name left her lips in a moan.

"Again," I ordered.

"Diego." Her lips remained in an O as an orgasm ripped through her. She clenched around me, and I fell over the edge with her.

I stared at her naked body, which had turned to Jell-O under my touch.

I can't wait to do this every day for the rest of our long lives together.