Page 47 of The Impossible

I peeled Hondo’s shirt from my frame, tossed it into the hamper, then peeked my head outside the room, looking in Hondo’s direction. He was looking down at his phone.

“Hey,” I called out.

He looked in my direction.

“Can you join me?” I asked sheepishly.

He stood immediately, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. I knew sex wasn’t the answer to everything going on right now, believe me I did, but he wanted me to stop overthinking. The only way for that to happen was for him to be inside me. I needed him to consume me like he always did when I was in his arms.

He joined me in the shower moments later. I turned around, glancing at him while he towered over me. Though I had the lights off, there were hidden LED fixtures. One near the floor, another in the built-in shelf for body wash, and the last one lining the doorway.

I nudged him against the granite L-shaped bench in the corner. He took a seat, his eyes still on me. Though slightly dark, I could still see those eyes. They held everything.

His need for me.

His fear for me.

His love for me.

“I’m at my most peaceful in your arms.” I lifted my leg, throwing it across his lap.

“Good, then stay in them.” His hands immediately went to my waist like he was making sure I kept my balance.

I smiled, crouching over and straddling him. I then encased his face with my hands, lowering my face at the same time he lowered me to his lap. “If only that were possible.”

“It is.” Once his hands left my waist, one of them found my jaw, pulling my face against his while the other immediately went between my legs.

I was sopping wet, craving his touch. He knew it, which was why he rubbed there.

I wanted to ask him how, but he swallowed my words, pushing his fingers into my wetness.

I bit into his bottom lip, taking turns sucking it as well.

He replaced his hand with his dick, pushing into me without any warning. I threw my head back, looking up, trying to control my breathing, but I couldn’t.

He held me in place, my mind barely able to keep up with where he was taking my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning in his ear.

His solid frame beating up into me, pushing contact further and further with each plunge.

“You were meant for me in every fucking lifetime, Nic.” His voice was weighted with exhaustion, but he never slowed down. He made sure I saw every firework in our shower before he came. He made sure I was fine and fully satisfied at every point.

Waiting for us when we finally exited the shower was the pregnancy test, and sure as hell, read the word pregnant in perfect caps.

With everything going on, we had really created a life. Oh shit!

CHAPTER 12

Hondo

Days later…

You worried about the people you loved because this was a dark, cold ass world and anybody could do damage. What you didn’t expect was for blood to be the one willing to do the damage. Nic and I grew up in different families, because my blood was willing to take blood for me, and I for them…I for her. I never once expected to have to worry about my wife when it came to her own blood, but here I was. This was the third fucking time these motherfuckers had come for mine and this attempt was so fucking desperate that they sent a crackhead on a suicide mission.

My eyes landed on the man chained to the ceiling. He was my wife’s brother, a nigga I should’ve welcomed with open arms because we grew up together. But no, I was about to bleed him dry, then send his fucking head to his family.

“Lower him.” I glanced at Steeve, then took my jacket off. I wasn’t trying to be gone long, seeing as how Amethyst was only gonna be at the house for a couple hours. She’d come over to work on decorating the movie room with Nic, which I needed. I needed her mind on something other than the bullshit that currently plagued our lives because that would soon be over and I put that on my life.

TJ was lowered right in front of me, seemingly asleep. That I found to be comical since for the last two days my wife, his sister, had awakened with night terrors.