***ZANE’S POV***
The following morning at noon, I was already tired of this hospital. After returning from the laboratory where a list of tests were conducted on me, I was brought back to my ward to wait for my results.
“Where is London?” I asked Russell as he entered the room, handing me a cup of coffee.
“Whiskey will do just fine,” I grimaced.
“Well, you are on drugs and must be careful then,” he warned playfully, shuffling the paper cup and lifting it to my mouth.
When I took a sip, I looked up at him, waiting for a reply to my answer.
“Your wife was sent home to rest. The women will take care of her,” Russell says.
“The last time they were put in charge, they ended up in a club and men saw them as a free ride. Let’s not forget the fact that I am in a hospital because of that act,” I blurt out flaring my nostrils.
“Calm down, brother. I got guards watching them, and they are not to go anywhere without any of the men knowing. Casey knows better than to cross the line again, especially with you being hurt. It could be any of us, fuck! It could even be the ladies,” he grits out.
“Then, I would have had that mother fucker killed on the spot,” I bite out aggressively.
He chuckles, but whatever he is going to say, the knock on the door stops him from doing so.
The doctor walked in and Lord Russell excused himself.
“Your test results are out. You suffered no internal bleeding, but you had a slight concussion. I would love to keep you in another day for checking, in case anything shows up…” he trails off when I growl.
“I need to be home to my wife,” the words slip out of my mouth.
That wasn’t the only reason why I needed to be home. I had to prepare for the shipment that was going to arrive tomorrow. Damn it, I needed all my strength for the workload that was coming our way.
Grinding my teeth, I fought hard to control how I felt, I had my jaws clenching, fighting the urge to release most of the steam that had gathered in my system.
“You can go home, Sir, some pain meds will be added to your drugs set. It is practically a painkiller. Take as many as you can, but do not overdose on it. He explains.
I don’t think I was going to listen to that bullshit he was talking about, but still, I had to act up to get cleared.
“Yes, Doctor,” I said.
When the doctor left, Russell reentered the room, Alexandro trailing behind him. They helped me into my clothes even though I told them I was fine and I could do it myself.
Shitheads.
“I don’t think you would be able to make it to the side tomorrow,” Alex tells me frankly.
“You are not the boss of me, Alexandro. Now, help me get the fuck out of this hospital. I will be fine by the time the shipment gets here,” I tell him warningly.
We share a powerful glare before he gives me a shit-eating grin, tapping my back lightly. A small smile escapes my lips as I nod my head, regretting the action.
“I hope no one touched my wife, they wouldn’t be as lucky this time,” I let out walking outside.
I was expecting Reaper and Sinner in town today, but I don’t know when their flight is expected to land.
“London posed a very big problem when she heard I was leaving to come see you this morning, Zane. That is why Rio had to stay behind to watch her,” Alex says.
“That woman will be the death of me,” the moment the words leave my mouth, a small smile was tugged at the edges of my lips, causing me to brighten up.
“No, she wouldn’t. I bet you love her that much, if not, you wouldn’t even be putting a ring on her finger, talk less of marrying her,” Russell teases me.
My face turns into a visible scowl as I stare at him.
All I wanted was to go home and get a well-deserved rest. I owed that to myself.
*
The moment we reached the house, I thanked Russell for the ride and as we got inside the house, I saw London first before she got a sight of me.
She looked young talking to Alex’s wife. All the women were in the living room, while Cecily was curled up in Rio’s thighs.
When London caught sight of me from the corner of her eyes, she turned fully to me, those beautiful green eyes I love so much brightened with tears as she shrieked.
“Daddy,” she calls out shamelessly as she starts running towards me.
She trips when she gets about three feet from me and I catch her effortlessly as I bring her to my chest.
“You don’t run in the house, baby girl,” I mouth my lips in her hair as she squeezes the fuck out of me in a long hug.
“I missed you and your brothers wouldn’t let me come to the hospital to see you. I was just asking Mia if she could give me a ride to the hospital since I didn’t know exactly where the hospital was located,” she rambles out her word.
I was too exhausted to deal with London right now, I just wanted to snuggle in with her.
When I didn’t say anything and the silence stretched between us, London started sliding down my body but I stopped her, wrapping my arms beneath my buttocks, securing her to myself.
“No way you are leaving me,” I tell her nibbling her lips until she giggles.
Turning to Russell, I say, “Please, Can you arrange for breakfast to be sent to my room? I want to shower, eat, and sleep with my wife,” I huffed out.
“I bet there will be no sleeping happening,” Rio chuckles and Cecily whacks him across the chest.
“Hush, Amomino. Let the couples be,” she says.
I laughed out and without a care of the other people in the room.
We headed to the room and I slowly placed London on the bed.
“I weigh too much, I shouldn’t have let you carry me all the way to the room,” London says laying on the bed like a starfish.
That makes me chuckle, just enough to take off my shirt and trousers.
“Take off your clothes, little girl, and come shower with me,” I tell her kindly slipping out of my shoes.
“But I just had a bath, Daddy,” she cries out, lifting her head to stare at me.
“It doesn’t count, I want one, and I need you there with me. Now, come on,” I tell her.
She mumbles a little but she doesn’t disobey me when she takes her dress off and pats her feet into the bathroom.
We are going to take a shower, I love that more because it is good.
When the warm water touches me, I try to relax a little, and my taut bones expand.
“Let me scrub your back,” London says.
I obey, lifting my hands to the tile wall and leaning my head there. When little fingers in a sponge skid across my back, I close my eyes and moan. London was doing this so well.
I am more than grateful to be here with my woman, I don’t care about the threat Michael Logan had posed to my wife, right now, she is safe.
I don’t know how long she is going to be, but I hope that bastard doesn’t take her away from me.
“Come on now, Daddy, you need to relax,” London’s gentle voice cuts into my ears.
Nodding to her, I do as she says.
“Turn around,” she orders.
I obeyed without questioning her. My wife knows what she is doing.
When clean water washed over the soap lattered on my body, I feel warm lips around my already hard cock.
My eyes snap open and I stare at my wife, she was kneeling in front of me, her face beetroot red, and her tiny fingers tugging at my cock.
“You look sexy when you are trying to do something so beautiful,” I utter, prompting her to continue.
When London licks the cap of my dick, I groan, and pushing my head to lean on the cold tile wall, my breaths ragged.
In and out of London’s throat, she keeps sucking my dick hard enough to make my balls tighten, and when she gets a hold of those big balls, playing with them.
“London… Come on baby girl, stand,” I tell her going for her arm.
She shakes her head in disagreement.
“No, Daddy, please, let me do this,” she begs.
I understand there is a lot of steam between us and this is a good way of taking it out. Do I want it though?
Yes. Fuck it.
When she deep throats me, I feel my cum hitting the back of her throat as she fights to gaggle.
When the last of my cum was being licked off my beading cock by a sweet eye London, she smiled at me and nods her head.
“Get on the bench, honey, but that beautiful ass on view,” I order.
London obeys and her pussy comes in display, as I grab her hips, I rub my fingers through her slit, enjoying just how much wet she was.
“I love this,” I mouth as I take her from behind.
“Fuck!” London’s little screams echo around the room.
She wiggles her ass backward, letting me see it for myself.
“I love it, I want more,” she cries out, her chest puffing upward as I get raw in her.
“Give me more,” she mouths out.
Damn, it. My wife was a tigress in bed, and she would claw at my dick if I don’t give it to her. Securing my hand to her belly until I had a breast in my hand, squeezing and tugging tight, she screams and I fucked her hard, not making an exception on giving her the space she needs to breathe.
“Daddy,” she cries out and I keep pounding on her.
“So tight, baby. Did I tell you how much I missed this sweet cunt of yours?” I ask as I pinch harder on her nipple.
“No, you didn’t,” she responds.
I pulled all the way out to the cap giving only a second break. When London turned to check out what was taking me long to fuck her, I surprised her by going all the way big in her pussy.
With her legs partially open, it gave a tighter room for me to thrust in and when rubbed on her clit, causing her to scream, I knew she was cumming.
“Daddyyyy!” she cries out as my seed spills into her.
We cum together. It was so hard that our chests were pounding hard. I took my time washing London, hating the fact that I was washing away our evidence of lovemaking.
She doesn’t seem to care though, London was just happy to be here with me.
“I love you, Daddy Zane,” she sighs in my arms as I wrap a towel beneath her arms.
“I love you, sweetheart,” I confess, placing feathery kisses against her lips, and her face.
“Mine,” I growl carrying her to the bed.
Picking one of my t-shirts, I placed it over London’s head, it was visibly oversized, and I loved it on her.
“Yours,” she replies, a tinge of happiness filling her voice.
“Any plan for the day?” she asks raising her brows.
I don’t think I want to do anything today, especially when tomorrow is a big day for us.
“No, I don’t think I have any. I just want to cuddle with you and continue our honeymoon,” I let out.
I feel London tighten up a little, and when I stare at her, she avoids eye contact with me.
“London, it is not what you think,” I say softly.
“You don’t have an idea of what I am thinking,” she replies.
When I reach out for her, London dodges my touch, and I feel a pang of anger hit the back of my throat.
Fuck me twice for mentioning the honeymoon. The last one we shared didn’t end well. I met my wife on the ground with alcohol in her hands.
A knock on the bedroom door makes London slip out of the bed and head towards it.