Chapter Thirteen

W es dove into the back seat so fast, Ellie burst into laughter. He was so adorable, so sweet and, good God, the man was sexy as hell. Having a prosthetic leg didn’t slow him down. He was incredible, so inspiring, and all hers. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.

As she climbed over the seat, Wes reached for her, pulling her onto his lap. She sat down, straddling him, and cupped his face in her hands. She loved the rough scratch of his stubble against her palms. It did funny, delicious things to her insides. Made them somersault and sing.

He looked into her eyes, waiting for her to make a move and call the shots, because that’s the kind of man he was. Respectful, patient, and understanding. A complete gentleman. Despite being an alpha, when it came to her, he always put her wants and needs first and foremost. Above all else. But she couldn’t miss how hard he was or the way his fingers were digging into her thighs. He wanted her. Badly. And, God, she wanted him, too.

Ellie leaned in and kissed him with everything she was feeling. Desire and need swirled through her, making her want—no, need—him on a primal level. Maybe being intimate with him would help jog her memory, and maybe it wouldn’t. Right now, she was far too focused on the gorgeous silver fox with his tongue down her throat to care about anything else.

They kissed deeply and passionately. Lost in sensation, Ellie rocked her hips, rubbing against his straining cock. She wanted him inside her. Demanded it.

“Make love to me, Wes,” she murmured, flicking her tongue along his jaw. “I need to feel you. All of you.”

He slid his hands through her hair, holding her focus on him, locking gazes with her. “Only if you’re sure.”

Her hands disappeared beneath his t-shirt, exploring his rigid abs, then began to unbuckle his belt. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She raked her nails over his firm pecs. “Did we ever do it in a car?”

“We’ve done it everywhere, my love,” he told her, dark eyes full of heat and mischief. “I’ve taken you everywhere and in every possible way. And you’ve loved every second of it.”

“Mmm…” She got his pants unzipped and slid her hand into his boxer briefs. He was hot and huge, pulsating in her hand. “So big. Oh, God, you feel good.”

She squeezed and stroked him, feeling the wetness leaking from his engorged tip. A growl tore from his throat and his hips jerked.

“Having your hands on me again is heaven,” he rasped.

“Same,” she whispered as he molded her breasts through her shirt, his large hands squeezing, tweaking her nipples until she was arching her back, trying to press closer. “I need you inside me, Wes, please. ”

He lifted her up, tugging her leggings and panties down, and she slid sideways, kicking them off. Then she resumed her straddle and bounced up when he shoved his pants and briefs down. Settling down on his lap, Ellie gasped when his leaking cock touched her wet center. They were dripping for each other and she grasped the seat behind his head, holding on as he adjusted her hips. His fingers caressed her folds, spreading her juices up and around her clit. Ellie ground down, desperate for him.

“I need you to believe me when I say I haven’t been with anyone in the past twenty-eight years except you, Ellie. Only you, my love.”

“I trust you,” she whispered and pressed a kiss against his chest, above his heart. “I might not remember things, but I know you, Wes. I know your heart.”

Their mouths crashed together, desperate and devouring each other. Wes notched himself at her entrance and Ellie’s entire frame shook in anticipation, her nails digging into the seat near his head.

“Do it…please,” she begged. The moment he thrust up, she sank down, welcoming the way he stretched her body and filled her. There was no need to adjust or ease into anything. Because at that moment, she was home. Exactly where she was always meant to be. In her husband’s arms, their hearts pressed against one another’s and beating in unison, their bodies connected and souls intertwined. One in every possible way.

Ellie cried out, tilted her lower body and began to move. Wes helped, lifting her up and down the length of his cock, impaling her with every stroke.

“Take what you want,” he rasped. “Whatever you need. It all belongs to you.”

She bit down on his lower lip, riding him, savoring the feel of his big cock and the friction their bodies created.

“It’s been so long, my love.” He strummed her clit while helping her keep her rhythm, but her control was slipping fast. It was becoming too much, too fast, and her inner muscles began flexing and pulsing around his length. The pressure built until she couldn’t take a moment more of the sweet torture.

“Oh, God…Wes…”

“Come, my love.” His body jerked and she knew he was holding back, waiting for her release.

The intense orgasm hit a moment later and she screamed as pleasure like she’d never known before tore through her. Dropping against his chest, breathing hard, she trembled as though a volt of electricity shot through her body, radiating out each limb, leaving her dazed and satiated.

“Fuck, Ellie. Fuuuuck,” Wes ground out, shuddering beneath her as he climaxed. They both groaned and she clenched around his twitching cock, soaking up every last drop of himself that he emptied into her.

For a long moment, they held onto each other, struggling to catch their breath.

How could I have forgotten this man? she wondered.

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“Was it always like this between us?” Ellie asked dreamily. They were sitting in the back seat and she was curled up in his arms, exactly where she belonged.

“Always,” he said, pressing a kiss in her flower-scented hair.

He was holding her, probably too tightly, but how could he not? His wife had come back to him after he thought he would never see her again, much less make love to her. Emotions were high, crackling and exploding inside him like a fireworks show. He loved this woman so much, he couldn’t see straight. Or, maybe his vision was blurry because his eyes were filled with unshed tears. He cursed and ground his palms against his eyes.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, turning to look up at him. Her fingers traced along his jawline and he automatically turned his face into her hand, pressing a kiss to her soft palm.

“Believing you were gone destroyed me,” he said softly, “and having you back is also wrecking me, but in the best possible way. You’ve always been my other half and, for the first time in a very long time, I feel whole again. God, I love you. I’m sorry if hearing the words scares you or makes you uncomfortable, but I can’t hide it. My heart beats for you. I breathe for you. You’re my essence, Ellie.”

“Wes…” Tears filled her eyes and she pressed her lips against his, answering him with a kiss because he knew she wasn’t ready to say the words back yet. He didn’t expect her to, either.

Their mouths melded and when they finally pulled apart, Ellie laid her head against his chest where his heart thumped steadily. Wes propped his chin on her head, breathing deeply, completely at peace.

“How did I get so lucky?” she asked.

“I’m the one who’s lucky.” As he dropped more kisses in her hair, his phone began vibrating.

Ellie giggled, wriggling around on his lap. “My butt’s buzzing.”

Wes lifted her up, grabbed his phone wedged against the seat and gave her ass a pinch. She squeaked and batted at him.

“Murphy,” he answered.

“Murph, it’s Brand. The mission is a go. Sorry to cut your trip short, but how soon can you get back here?”

Wes was hoping they’d have tonight—so he could continue reminding Ellie how good they were together—but he knew their trip would be interrupted. “We can leave tonight,” he answered, noticing the way Ellie’s face fell.

“Roger that. Lex and Xander are down in New Orleans now, picking up equipment from Dylan and Hollis. But they’ll be headed back soon.” His voice dropped. “How’s it going with Ellie? Any breakthroughs?”

“Yeah, I’d say so.” His hand caressed Ellie’s leg, gliding up, fingers grazing her inner thigh and moving higher. A soft sigh escaped her lips and her head fell back against his shoulder. “Things are going really well.”

“Glad to hear it. I’ll text you the mission details.”

“Thanks, Brand. See you soon.” After hanging up, Wes began kissing Ellie’s neck while his fingers continued to tease and play. She moaned when he slid two fingers inside her wet heat, thrusting them in and out.

“We have to go?” She rocked against his hand, legs dropping open, giving him better access. His thumb rubbed her swollen clit and she arched up in his lap, whimpering.

“If you want to stay—”

Her entire body tensed. “No. I’m going with you.”

Wes turned her face up and kissed her passionately. He wanted her with him because then he could keep her safe and make sure she was protected at all times. But, had she wanted to stay, he wouldn’t have said no. For better or worse, when it came to Ellie, that word just wasn’t in his vocabulary.

“I’m glad,” he murmured. “Now show me what a good wife you are and come on my fingers.”

A cry tore from her lips as he brought her over the edge and straight into orgasmic bliss.

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Even though her family was sad to see her leave, Ellie told them the specialist she was trying to see about regaining her memory had managed to squeeze her in for a last minute appointment. A bit of a white lie, but she couldn’t exactly tell them she was going back to Indonesia on a clandestine mission. After a lot of hugs and kisses, she promised to return soon.

It seemed like the moment they landed in Montana, they immediately turned around and were once again boarding a new plane. Of course, this trip would be much more dangerous. Despite not being overly jazzed about returning to Indonesia, Ellie refused to leave Wes’ side. Now that they’d found each other again, she wasn’t letting him out of her sight or reach.

Spending time with Wes was good for her mind, body and soul. He had a way about him that kept her grounded, calm and hopeful. She wanted her memories back and the more time she spent with Wes, the higher her hopes became that it was only a matter of time. Yes, they could make new memories together, but she didn’t want to forget all the beautiful ones they’d already shared. They had been through a helluva lot together and deserved every happy moment that had happened.

The moment the team was situated on the private jet courtesy of General Mitch Evans, Brand launched a meeting, sharing new intel. While Jayson projected his laptop onto a larger screen everyone could see, Brand informed the team they’d missed one of their original targets.

“We neutralized all five of the ringleaders,” Chaz insisted.

“According to Mitch, we missed this man,” Brand stated, pointing to the image Jayson shared. “We killed his son instead of him.”

Jayson swapped out the son’s picture and replaced it with his father.

“For fuck’s sake,” Lex said, “they look like identical twins.”

“Unless we took DNA, there’s no way anyone would’ve known the difference,” Xander stated.

“The CIA noticed,” Brand said.

“So now we’ve got a warhead to find and another pirate to slay.” Wes was all business and Ellie felt a little thrill to be able to see him in his element. They all were, but she only had eyes for Wes. Sitting beside her, laser-focused on the conversation, clad in a jungle green t-shirt and camouflage cargo pants, he looked like a warrior. Her warrior.

Returning to Indonesia caused a jumbled mix of feelings for her. Being attacked by pirates a year and a half ago had been a random and unfortunate event no one could’ve predicted. This time around she knew Wes would protect her. Of course, she’d also made a couple of friends during her time on the island, so it hadn’t all been bad. Maybe returning to the scene of the crime with Wes at her side would even give her closure.

Whatever happened, she would be there for Wes and his team just like they’d been there for her. It felt like her memories were so close, hovering right outside her grasp. Hopefully this trip was exactly what she needed to push through the barrier and release every last one.