Four:
Insisting on the helmets had been a complete loss, Ty realized halfway through the flight. When Maddie decided to give him the cold shoulder, he knew from experience that he would die of hypothermia before she’d even tell him about something that would save them both. It was the utmost case of not wanting to be in any sort of moving vehicle with a wife who was pissed at you, although technically, she wasn’t his wife any longer.
She was sitting over there like a bump on a log, a well-spanked bump, but a bump nonetheless. Her arms were folded over her chest, and she was fuming. He could tell by the way her breasts rose and fell. Maddie would usually meet him head on about things she felt passionate about, but she wasn’t above a good sulk.
He supposed he should count himself lucky. Overall, he was happy with the way things had gone. It could have been much worse. He didn’t know how far behind him LaValle’s men were, but he hadn’t had to shoot anyone, not even the security guard that banged at their door. Granted, he shouldn’t have indulged in that very public dance, which was awfully close to a sex act in and of itself. He should have just done what instinct told him to do which was to simply sweep in, grab her, and whisk her away.
But it had been more than worth it to be able to hold her and make love to her several times and ways last night. One of his goals, beyond stealing her away somewhere where she’d be safe, was to get her accustomed to his touch again. Very accustomed. He and Maddie had always had a very active sex life, well, when he was home to have a sex life with her, anyway, and he intended to indulge as much as possible. He’d been alert, and his men had already scoped this place out before he’d even gotten here. Several of them were planted in strategic places about the hotel and casino, but they were under strict instructions not to interfere unless he gave them the signal. The place was clean. It was a case of being safe rather than sorry with the only person he’d ever really cared about in this world. If he’d truly had any inkling that LaValle knew about Maddie’s whereabouts he would have marched in and whisked her away, regardless of any protests, and they would have made this flight last night instead of coming together breathlessly on that king-sized bed.
Just thinking about sex with Maddie, especially after last night, was enough to make his pants begin to fit much less comfortably than they had. They had been incredibly explosive in the bedroom from the start. It was almost overwhelming, especially for her, and the way it touched her touched him. Despite the fact that they both lamented how much time he’d spent away from her during their marriage, it was like getting to know each other all over again when he came home. He’d spent many a first night back home in their big, comfortable bed touching her feverishly, taking her fast and hard at first, not that she objected at all. Somehow, she was always warm and wet and welcoming for him, even though he always appeared unexpectedly.
It was just something between them. She was always ready for him. He knew it just by looking at her, by the way her eyes would drop and she’d color so beautifully, as if they were just dating and her response was a surprise. Several times he’d come through that door and he knew that they’d never make it to the bedroom. He’d taken her in their foyer more than once, always putting her on top so that he would take the brunt of the cold marble floor, once almost forgetting to shut the door behind him so that the whole world could watch him part that innocent looking, fluffy pink robe of hers and bring her down onto his rigid manhood, loving the way her eyes always flared as she struggled to accept him up into her body. She’d never gotten used to his size. It was always a struggle, a pleasant, pleasurable struggle, but a struggle nonetheless.
But even with her