Chapter Seven Wildcard

CHAPTER SEVEN: WILDCARD

Standing in front of Suite 1202, I have to wipe my hands on my jeans before knocking. I'm nervous. Why the fuck am I nervous? Because this is Brigit. She's the only woman I've ever wanted, and she's here. Since leaving her behind in Boston six years ago, I had to fight from going back and bringing her home. Only the fear of what Squiggy would do to her kept me from following through with any form of contact. Then, after Squiggy died, I thought it was too late. I imagined Brigit living her life in Boston. Since she never reached out to me, I pictured her married with a couple of kids. Probably a dog and a cat, too. But now she's back here in Vegas. She's in trouble and I'm going to do everything I can to protect her.

Knocking on the door, I wait, but don't hear movement inside. I knock again, but still nothing. Did she leave? As the hotel manager, I have a master to all the rooms. Pulling it out, I swipe it and open the door. Stepping inside, I listen for any sounds, but hear nothing. I spot an empty pizza box in the garbage can, along with some grease-stained napkins. In the kitchen sink is a dirty glass. An iPad sits on the couch under the window. Stepping closer to the hall, I hear noises coming from the open bedroom door. A moan followed by a surprised gasp has me rushing down the hall and into the bedroom. The sound of skin rubbing against porcelain draws my attention to the bathroom. Pushing the door open, I step inside and almost drop to my knees.

In the bathtub is the woman of my dreams, naked and covered in suds. Fuck me.

"Wildcard?" Brigit sputters. Before I can respond, she leaps out of the tub and wraps her warm, wet body around me. I'm laughing as she soaks through my t-shirt and jeans. She pulls back and pats my chest with a face filled with concern. "You were shot! I saw him shoot you!"

Grabbing a towel off the warmer, I wrap it around her and grab another for her hair. "I was shot, but I'm fine. A little sore."

"Oh, no! Did I hurt you?" She asks, patting my chest again. When she hits the wound. I wince. Jumping away from me, she slips and almost falls back into the tub. I grab hold of her with my right arm, pulling at the stitches. I try hard not to grimace and set her off again.

"I have some stitches. The pain is manageable. Now, as much as I hate to say it, you need to get dressed so I can take you back to the clubhouse."

"Mommy…" says a little voice behind me. I turn to see a little boy who I guess to be around five. He looks to be the same age as Elina and Mal. His flop of brown hair and enormous hazel eyes widen when he sees me. "Leave my mommy alone!" he shouts, rushing forward to punch his little fists against my thighs.

"No, Colt, baby, it's okay. Wildcard is a friend. He isn't hurting me." Brigit reaches into the closet and pulls out a robe. She shoves her arms inside and belts it before removing the towel. Pushing past me, she kneels in front of the little boy. I hear none of her words because I'm frozen. I've seen this boy before, but only in photos. Each image flashes through my mind. A little boy holding a pumpkin half his size, riding a bike with a huge smile on his face, opening Christmas presents, and his first day of kindergarten. This little boy. Colt? Is the spitting image of me when I was his age.

I must have made a noise because Brigit glances up at me and gulps before turning her attention back to her son. Our son.

"Come on baby, let's get you back into bed," Brigit says before leaving me alone to wade through my memories and return to the present.

I follow and catch up to her as she's closing the door to the second bedroom.

"That's…?" I start, but she shushes me and pushes me back into the main bedroom.

"That's my son, isn't it?" I demand as she closes the door.

"Yes," she responds simply. One simple word that turns my world inside out and upside down.

"How? Why? When? What?" I stammer.

She smirks at me. "You forgot Who? But as for your other questions. Don't you remember the condom breaking?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. "How was I supposed to do that? You told me not to call you unless it was an emergency. Not unless my life was in danger and I had no other choice."

"You didn't think finding out you were pregnant with my child was an emergency?"

"No. I didn't. You stressed how important it was for me to stay hidden. How much of a risk it was to contact you. If calling you put my life in danger, then I sure as hell would not risk my son's life."

Turning away from her, I pace the room and run my fingers through my hair and tugging hard. "You could have called me."

"And you could have called me. The phone works both ways, Wildcard. I planned on telling you when you called. But you never did. Even after Squiggy was no longer an issue. Why didn't you?"

Dropping my head, I stare at the floor and come to terms with how much I screwed up. Time to face up to my cowardice. "I thought you'd moved on. I kept imagining that you found someone, and you'd created a life together. That I was just an itch you wanted to scratch. That I meant nothing to you."

I tense when Brigit chuckles, but then she wraps her arms around my waist and lays her head against my back. "You silly man. There has been no one but you. Even if I didn't have a reminder of you in miniature form, I would still have thought of you every day. You're my knight in leather."

Turning, I wrap my arms around her and do what I've been dreaming of since I learned she was on her way to Vegas. Capturing her lips, I lose myself in Brigit. When my need presses into her hip, she moans. The sound turns my dick to diamond. Tasting her brings back the flood of memories that I locked away. The feel of her behind me on my bike, the number of times I jacked off in the shower when her seductions almost wore me down, and then the best memory of all. The night I succumbed and took her virginity.

Sliding my hand into her robe, I grab both globes of her tight little ass. She wraps her legs around me, pressing her heated core against my shaft. As my erection threatens to burst the seams of my jeans, she adds to the pressure by rubbing herself up and down. She increases her speed and moans out when she climaxes. Fuck me, my girl is hot and ready. Then I remember the sounds she made when she was in the bath. She already had a head start. Time for me to catch up.

Dropping her on the bed, I kick off my boots as I unbuckle my jeans. She sheds the robe before sliding her hands under my shirt and pushing it up and off. A jolt of electricity shoots through me when she sucks my nipple into her mouth. Holy shit! How have I never realized how fucking erotic that is? I can't move as she licks and flicks the hardened nub before doing the same to the other side. She jolts me into action when she slides her hands around my waist and into my jeans, cupping my ass.

"Too many clothes," she complains as she slides my jeans and boxers down. As soon as my dick pops free, she pounces. Running her tongue around the head, licking up the pre-cum like its ice cream. Entangling my fingers in her hair, I hold on as she takes me to the edge. My legs shake as my balls tighten. I want to tell her to stop because I want to bury myself inside her and pound my orgasm into her, but I'm no longer in control. She is. I succumb when she deep throats me and then swallows around me. Fuck me. I'm a goner. My cum shoots out in long ropes as my body quakes with pleasure. Brigit groans as she swallows every drop. "God, I missed your taste."

She grins up at me as I stroke her cheek and wonder how the fuck I got so lucky to find her again.