Corps Security: The Series (147 page)

Two officers come by and take my statement. The whole time, Maddox fumes and growls, and by the time they leave, I’m exhausted. I sleep through our friends checking on me. Then I sleep through lunch and dinner. The doctor comes back early in the evening and takes me to have my casts put on. At this point, I’ve had enough pain meds flowing through my system that, even though it hurts like a bitch to just move from room to room, I am able to take it.

When we make it back to my room, Maddox is pacing in tight rotations. His hands are clasped behind his neck as his worry fills the room. I know he’s having a hard time processing everything that happened, but I don’t want him to feel this way. He isn’t responsible for what happened—even if a part of me is concerned that he will feel just that.

His eyes snap to the doorway when he hears me and he stands there, giving them space before he’s back at my side again.

“You need to get some sleep,” I remind him—something I’ve been saying for the last few hours.

“I’m good.”

“And I’m not going anywhere.”

Since I’m unwilling to back down and sure that it’s written all over my face, he gives me a tight nod.

The nurse comes in a moment later and checks my vitals before going over my pain and thankfully giving me another dose. My eyes start to get heavy shortly after she leaves the room. The dim lighting, now that the sun has gone down, does nothing to help me stay awake.

“Promise me you’ll sleep?” I slur.

“Sure, angel.”

I try to say something else. Maybe beg him. But my eyes win and I’m fast asleep seconds later.

* * *

The next morning, I’m in a foul mood. Maddox is pushing himself on empty. He won’t sleep. His eyes never leave wherever I am. I forced him to eat breakfast this morning, all but shoving it in his mouth myself. His scowl is scaring the staff and I’m about to snap.

“Did the officers tell you what happen with . . .
him?
” I ask after the doctor leaves the room with the promise that discharge paperwork should be done within the hour.

“Yeah. He’s locked the fuck up,” he snaps.

“Chill your attitude, Maddox Locke. Don’t make me spank the sass right out of you.”

His eyes widen slightly just a brief second before he throws his head back and his laughter bellows through the room. I smile at the sound and enjoy this carefree version of him. Until he stops and hits me with his narrowed eyes—hard and serious. He moves closer, careful not to jar the bed, but places both hands on either side of my body and leans in.

“Make no mistake, Emmy. Once I get you home and healed, I’ll be spanking that ass until it’s bright pink and you’re begging for me to make you come. Then I’m going to eat you until you’re screaming for me to let you come. When you think you can’t take a second more of just the mere thought of the pleasure that I’m going to give you, only then will I think about giving that to you, but it will most definitely be
after
I spank the sass out of
you.
”

He leans back, his ass hitting the chair and his arms crossing over his powerful chest. I gulp. I have nothing for that. No smartass comeback and no witty reply. Absolutely nothing.

“Jesus Christ, you two could make a nun come.”

My eyes widen in shock and Maddox just shakes his head, a small smile dancing across his lips. I can’t look—knowing that our moment wasn’t just for us is pretty freaking embarrassing.

“Cat got your tongue, Em?” Dee laughs.

I turn and watch her push her way past Axel with a shove, followed by a laughing Izzy.

“It was pretty damn hot, girlfriend.” Izzy laughs, looking over at Maddox with a wink before throwing her hand up.

He acts like he’s annoyed, but I can see the happiness in his eyes. He shuffles to his feet and slaps his hand against hers.

“How are you feeling?” Beck asks, walking into the room and pulling Dee into his chest.

“Pretty good. Sore, but the pain meds are way too good for me to complain.” My joke falls short and they all look at me. “What? Do you want me to break in half and cry? I fought because I had a reason to,” I snap, looking over at Maddox. “I’m not going to let those jerks have one second of my thoughts. I’m a fighter. A survivor. And you will all do damn well to remember it.”

“Well, hell yeah, chick!” Dee yells, earning her a stern look from Beck. “What? You all should know better than to think that our little Emmy wouldn’t bounce back.”

“There’s bouncing back and there is denial,” Melissa says sharply from the door.

I can see Greg standing right behind her, his eyes scanning my body from head to toe—his frown matching the ones the others are wearing.

“Would you guys stop? I made a promise to myself a while ago that I wouldn’t live in the past. The past I can’t control, but the future is all mine. I’m choosing to let this make me a stronger person—to not let it win in any way. One step forward, right, Axel?”

The meaning of my words sinks in and his handsome face breaks out in a huge grin. “Yeah, Em . . . One step forward and never back. I get you.”

“Well
I
don’t get her. What the hell are you two talking about?” Dee snaps.

“Clearly someone didn’t get their coffee this morning,” Izzy mutters under her breath.

“Or maybe someone is hormonal and doesn’t understand when her friends speak in some code!” Her eyes go wide and she slaps her hand over her mouth.

All of our eyes go from her to Beck, who is just standing there with one proud-ass grin on his face.

“Well . . . okay then,” Izzy says, hiding her shock. “When did you find out?”

“A few weeks ago. We just haven’t had a chance to say anything. Clearly my big mouth doesn’t understand that this isn’t a good time.”

“Oh shut up. This is a great time.” Did I really just say that?

“Really? You laid up in the hospital is a great time?” she snaps, folding her arms over her chest.

“You want to pick a fight with me over this? I’m the one in the bed, which means everything I say goes.”

“That makes no sense, Em. How much of those drugs do they have you on?” She moves forward and pokes my IV bag.

“That’s not the pain meds, you window licker,” Melissa huffs. She walks farther into the room and moves to my right side. The side that Maddox hasn’t left since last night. Then she stands next to him and waits. When it becomes clear that he isn’t moving, she actually shoos him. Reaches her hand up and waves him off. “Seriously, you overgrown ape. Move so I can see to my girl.”

“Not your girl, Melissa. Remember that. I’ll give you a second with
my
girl, but only a second.” He backs up slightly, giving her just enough room to move in and give me a hug. Well, kind of a hug. More like a pat on my shoulder and a pressing of her cheek against mine.

“You really want to go home with that caveman?” she asks with a huge smile on her stunning face.

“Ah, he’s nothing but a big teddy bear,” I joke.

“Sass, Emersyn,” he scolds.

“Over the top, Maddox,” I counter.

He grumbles under his breath but steps back and allows the girls to move closer. As he steps in the corner, the guys walk over to speak with him. I remind myself later to ask him what they’re talking about.

The conversation flows around the room. My girls—my family—sitting around me on the sides of the bed. All except for Izzy—a very pregnant Izzy—who is sitting in the chair next to us.

They leave an hour later. Exhausted from all the activity plus having my last dose of pain medication before they release me, I crash hard. I get a good nap in before Maddox wakes me up asking if I’m ready to get out of here.

When we finally make it down to the front of the hospital, where Maddox’s black Charger is waiting for us, my eyes widen when I see the crunched-up front end. Noticing the question before it’s even out, he snaps, “Don’t ask,” before lifting me out of the wheelchair and carefully placing me in the passenger’s seat.

“You ready to go home?” he asks after starting the car.

“I am home,” I reply with a smile, and then I lay my head back and close my eyes with a smile on my face.

CHAPTER 25

Maddox

“I’m going to take a shower. You good?”

Emmy looks up at me from where she’s resting in the middle of my bed. The bed I carried her to after I refused to bring her to the guest room when she pitched a mammoth fit. Her argument is that we shouldn’t rush things. Mine is that we’ve wasted enough time.

She’s also lost her fucking mind if she thinks I’m letting her out of my sight for a good, long while.

“I’m freaking fine,” she huffs.

My lips twitch when she tries to throw her attitude around by crossing her chest with her good arm. “It loses a little of its intimidation factor that way.”

Her jaw drops and she throws her book at me. I watch it sail across the room and slap me in the chest before tumbling carelessly to the ground.

I keep my feet planted and let my arms hang relaxed at my sides, but there is no mistaking that she sees my impatience written all over my face. It shouldn’t be like this—us arguing. She’s frustrated with her inability to care for herself and I’m unwilling to bend on anything. Fuck moving too fast. If I hadn’t had my head so far up my ass that I could taste the bullshit I was spewing everywhere, then this whole ‘moving too fast’ bullshit wouldn’t be happening.

Last night, while she slept, I let my mind wander to where we would be had I given in to the drug that is Emmy’s love. I let myself picture a future I never thought I would see. Blessings. That’s all I saw. A wife, maybe some kids, and more happiness than I imagined possible.

Those are the things I’m fighting for now, and Jesus, I’m not exactly the one to beat around the bush when there is something I want. No, something I need.

“You really want to toss that sass around? It’s adding up, baby, and I can’t fucking wait.”

Her eyes widen and her mouth moves silently.

“Nothing to say?” I ask as I step toward the bed. “I get it, Em. I’ve given you every single reason to doubt me. I’ve driven that into you and I’m sorry.” I sit on the bed, shift so that I have one hand planted next to her hip, and bring the other up to cup her face, leaning in close enough that our noses touch and our breath mixes together. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere and I’m fighting—for you, for me, for us. Don’t give up on me because I took too long.”

Her breathing accelerates. I study her face, noticing with great satisfaction that her pulse is going insane. The vein in her neck is pulsing faster with each passing second.

“It’s not that I’m giving up on you—or us—Maddox. I just think that we need to talk about things before we jump into bed with each other.”

“I’m not going to fuck you,” I say. Her eyes narrow at that, and I could kick my own ass for blurting that out. “Yeah, clearly I’m not good at this shit, Em. Cut me some slack. Bottom line, I don’t want you away from me. I
need
you near me. I need to feel your warm skin, smell your intoxicating scent, and hear your sass even when you’re silent. I get that we need to hash shit out, but right now, I need to feel that you’re still here more than I need to waste time with some pleasantries of separate bedrooms. I need you, Em. Maybe even more than you need me at the moment, and that’s a whole fucking lot.” I kiss her lightly, breathing her scent in deeply, before taking off to the bathroom to shower.

Emmy

“Okay, okay. Get your wits about you, girlfriend,” I mumble to myself.

I can hear him moving around in the bathroom, the door cracked I’m sure so he can hear me if I need him. He’s humming to himself, the almost upbeat tune so unlike him. I’ve witnessed the closed-off, hard-around-the-edges, vibrating-with-anger Maddox slowly start to fade away since our time at the cabin. It’s hard to pinpoint when I noticed it happen first. But I do remember the exact moment he flipped a switch and the old Maddox came back.

So, yeah—I’m a little hesitant to believe that this is real. I would be stupid not to have my doubts. I also want nothing more than to knock all this stress off my shoulders and
believe.
I was so ready to just give it all up. To give him up.

If you don’t take this opportunity, this second chance, you’ll regret it forever. Just put one foot in front of the other. Baby steps . . . We all have to learn to walk somewhere, right? And then—then, when you get steady on your feet—that’s when you gallop with everything you have. The beauty of it all will be that the man by your side has already learned how to walk again once, so he’ll be there—ready—to hold your hand the whole way.

I repeat that over and over. Clearly lost in my head, I missed Maddox walking back into the room. He’s standing next to his ridiculously huge bed, a towel hanging low on his hips and water drops still rolling down his chest. I watch as one drops from his chin and lands between his pecs. My hand twitches in my lap as I watch it slowly—so erotically slowly—travel through the dusting of black hair, between the two perfectly sculpted rows of his abs, and then continue its path right between the deep V disappearing between his white towel.

I gulp, the sound so loud that it’s like a gunshot blast. At the risk of making myself look like some leacher, I move my eyes back up his torso, shifting the best I can to relieve some of the uncomfortable pressure building between my legs. His tattoos are so vibrant, the red dancing with the black from his wrist to the base of his neck. His chest is bare of ink, but I can see some more red shading on his left side. God, he is delicious.

“You done yet?”

My head snaps up, meeting his laughing eyes. His face completely relaxed and I gasp at his beauty.

Then I stupidly tell him, “You’re so beautiful.” My cheeks heat instantly.

His lips move, a small twitch, but he doesn’t smile. His eyes, however, are bright. The normal hardness has been replaced with contentment.

He’s happy.

“I’m not sure that’s going to do much for my ego,” he laughs.

“You’re happy?”

Cue the verbal vomit. It has to be my medication.

“I’m getting there, angel.”

I nod and his lips twitch again. I watch, stunned, as he turns and drops his towel before walking into the closet.