Page 140 of Bulletproof

“What?”

“Don’t treat me like I’m an idiot,” I said with a chuckle.

“Jory, most people, when hit men come after them, they get killed. You’re lucky, spontaneous, and your guardian angel is overworked and way underpaid.”

“I know, right? My angel walks into a bar, and the other angels are like, Oh shit, that’s the poor sap who’s got Jory Harcourt. Look at him. He’s started drinking again.”

Sam was smiling.

“Look at the twitch he’s got. Poor bastard.”

“C’mere.” His smile had gone carnal.

“No.” I laughed, rolling backward. “Get away from me, ya perv. I’m in a wheelchair.”

“Not for long you won’t be,” he assured me. “In a second, you’re gonna be over my shoulder.”

I froze, and when he reached me, he knelt down on one knee, holding the chair so I couldn’t move away.

“What’s wrong?”

I swallowed down my heart. “I’m scared.”

“No reason to be scared.”

My breath hitched involuntarily. “What if you can never put me up against a wall again? What if I can’t ever wrap my legs around you again? What if⁠—”

“Stop,” he soothed me, his voice a husky rumble. “Listen up.”

I put my hands on him because I had to—always had to.

“I love you, and I love being in bed with you, and really, that’s all that matters. We can figure out everything else, but the weight of this ain’t just on you. I wanna be here too, J. I’m invested in this, and I’m not going anywhere. So, knock it off, all right?”

I nodded.

“For now, your legs over my shoulders, like the doc said, is gonna work just fine.”

And later, in bed, after he kissed up both legs and then rolled forward, draping them into the crooks of his elbows before sheathing himself deep inside my body, I finally got it through my head that he was telling the truth. We were still us, just different.

As I yelled his name, his head fell back, and he moaned out his orgasm as he bucked hard and fast with his release. I was laughing when he collapsed on top of me, crushing me under him, pinning me to the bed.

“I think you killed me.”

“I just wanna be buried to my balls in your ass for the rest of my life,” he said, ignoring me completely.

“Lovely,” I teased him, heaving for breath. “Get off me, Kage. You’re heavy as hell.”

“So what?” he teased me in a voice I had never heard before.

When he rolled off of me, I turned to look at him and found him grinning at me.

“What was that?”

“That’s what you sound like when you tell me not to swear.”

“That’s what I sound like?” I was incredulous.

He waggled his eyebrows at me, and when I went to smack him, he captured my wrist and pulled me over on top of him.