Weston

I found Aspen curled up on the couch, her feet up and her head resting on her bent knees. Her shoulders were shaking lightly and when I heard a quiet sniff, my heart nearly split in two. My eyes darted to the coffee table and I spied an open folder, no doubt stamped confidential on the outside.

“Aspen,” I called to her so I wouldn’t scare the fuck out of her. She froze, then lifted her head and frantically wiped at her eyes.

“Don’t you think I deserved to hear about it from you, Weston?” she whispered raggedly. “Or to be at least consulted before you ditch your kid and his mother for six freaking months.”

I sighed and sat down next to her on the couch, irritated when she scooted farther away from me. My brows furrowed and all of my plans to do this with patience must have been lost in the wind during my ride home. Gripping her arms, I lifted her and slammed her sexy little bottom onto my lap. She gasped and tried to wiggle away, but I banded my arms around her and kept her locked in place.

“Aspen Kennedy, calm your ass down and let me fucking explain,” I barked. She stilled but lifted her eyes and glared at me.

“Explain what? Your ‘Kat’ called to tell you about your assignment. Oh, and by the way, she’s picking you up at the airport. Should I assume you’ll have separate beds?” She almost shrieked the last words, but tears were pouring down her face and the hiccups ruined the effect. I decided not to dignify the comment about separate beds with an answer.

“It’s a good thing she called too, or I might never have known. You certainly didn’t tell me and foolishly, I trusted you. I wouldn’t have even thought to open the package if she hadn’t spilled your secret.”

I thought about what she’d said for a second. “Wait, you found out from Kat? Kat Petrov? My handler?”

Aspen nodded and sniffed again. My arms tightened, in case she attempted to wiggle away again.

I was going to kill that bitch. I’d overlooked so much bullshit with that woman and I was done. This incident was bringing a lot of her inappropriate behavior into glaring focus.

Carefully keeping Aspen in place with one arm, I grasped her chin and forced her to look at me. “My signature was forged, beautiful. My paperwork for termination of fieldwork should already have gone into effect.”

She rolled her eyes. “Forged? You work for the damn CIA, Weston!”

I opened my mouth to respond when I was cut off by the sound of my phone. Normally, I would completely ignore it, but it could be Martin or Alex. Giving Aspen a severe look, I released her chin and dug in my pocket. I cursed in relief when I saw it was Alex.

“Tell me you’ve fucking got something for me,” I snarled.

“Martin got into the email server and all of the messages were successfully delivered and read, then deleted. But, they didn’t know how to completely wipe the evidence, not against someone like Martin.”

“Who?” I roared, my grip on the phone practically crushing. I kept my other arm firm, but gentle, so I wouldn’t hurt Aspen.

“It was only accessed by one person and Martin traced the encrypted IP to another agent in D.C. It was Kat.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Something in his tone was needling me and really pissing me the fuck off. I moved Aspen gently off of my lap before jumping to my feet. I stalked across the room, wanting to be far away from her if I lost control of my tightly leashed temper.

“You knew, didn’t you?” I seethed.

He blew out a breath. “Not for sure. Kat has moved departments a few times. No one has complained on the record, but her file has some subtle notations.”

I glanced back at Aspen, who was watching me pace, her mocha eyes wide and confused. I tried to soften what I knew must be a frightening expression on my face.

“Justice, I don’t have time for bullshit games. Spell it out.” I started pacing, one hand diving into my hair and yanking on the strands.

“They are all small things that point to obsessive tendencies, adding that to a common notation about being overly-friendly…” he trailed off, his conclusion implied.

“How the hell is she still with the agency, Justice? What fucking idiot would clear her on her psych eval?”

“I’m going to look into that. But, she never crossed the line until you, Weston. Several of her transfers were by her own request or because of seemingly unrelated incidents. Until you sit down and look at the whole puzzle.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and inhaled slowly. “Why do I sense that you are going somewhere with this explanation? Because I don’t really care why it happened. She better be done with the CIA or you can be sure I’ll be out the door without another thought.”

“You’re right, I’ve got a point. When Martin dug into her life, he found some pretty disturbing things and they all had to do with you.”

I stopped pacing and stared at the ceiling. “Excuse me?”

“Every move she made was in your direction. Until finally, she was assigned as your handler. She googled you over 40,000 times in the last year. Your agency records are all stored on her hard drive. Work and personal.”

“All of them?” I croaked. Those records would contain information about all of my assignments, things that, if they were leaked, would get me and my family killed.

“Yes,” he answered gravely. “But, we’ve already sent cleaners to her apartment, confiscated all of her electronics, except her cell phone, and Martin is sure she has no backups.”

Why wouldn’t they take her—motherfucker! “You don’t have her in custody?” I bellowed. Aspen flinched, and I immediately lowered my tone. I was scaring her. Shit.

“You had better find her before I do, Justice. Because if I get there first, there is no telling what I’ll do to her.”

“I’m going to pretend I wasn’t just a witness to you threatening someone,” he griped. “And, I’m not done, so shut the fuck up and listen.”

I pressed my lips together in a ruler straight line, holding back any further comment.

“She had pictures of Aspen, Weston. From over the last year. Pictures of Carter, clippings of his birth announcement. A fake hospital ID for obstetrics at the hospital where he was born. There are even transcripts of phone calls . . . Aspen’s phone was tapped.”

Worlds could have collided causing mass destruction and I didn’t think it would have put the fear of God into me any more than knowing this psycho had been anywhere near my woman and our son.

“I think you need to watch your family like a hawk right now, Weston,” Alex warned. “You know we’ll find her, but until we do—” The doorbell started ringing incessantly, and I barely noticed until Aspen stood to answer it.

“No! Aspen, don’t!” She looked at me, completely lost as to what the hell was going on. “Just wait, beautiful. Let me see who it is.”

I stalked to the front door and looked out the peep hole. It was Jenna. She was holding Carter tight against her and shifting restlessly. I swung the door open and she shoved Carter at me, keeping his blanket and holding the bunched material to her chest. “Jenna, what is—”

Someone stepped around the corner of the house and edged slowly in our direction. The sun glinted off the round barrel of the pistol she was aiming at my sister. I felt Aspen’s presence behind me and with Kat’s focus on my sister, particularly the lump of fabric in her hands, I took a chance and quickly turned. I handed Carter to his mother, thankfully the boy was sleeping hard.

“Take Carter, go to our room and stay there until I come and get you, okay? No one but me.”

She hesitated, trying to peek around me. “Aspen, I know I’m on shaky ground with you, but I need you to trust me. More than ever. Can you please do this for me?”

Her eyes were big and round as she stared into mine, then she nodded and hurried away. I took a deep breath and faced the situation outside. Kat was still creeping closer and hadn’t seemed to take stock of the situation yet. I put the phone to my ear and whispered, “Justice, you better get your people here ASAP before I kill her.” Then I hung up and looked down at my baby sister.

“Jenna, why don’t you come inside—”

“I think she should stay right there.” Kat stepped out of the shadows looking smug, as if she thought I hadn’t seen her until that moment.

“She’s going to take care of our baby like a good aunt, while I get rid of that whore who had our little Weston Jr. She just couldn’t leave you alone, could she?” Kat finally met my eyes, her own dilated and wild. Shit. This woman had lost her fucking mind. “Message after fucking message! She wouldn’t SHUT UP!” Kat screamed and her left hand shook, her finger vibrating precariously close to the trigger of her gun.

“Kat,” I said soothingly. “Let Jenna take Carter inside or home with her, so you and I can talk.”

She glanced back and forth between us, then gestured to the house with the gun. “Okay. It was nice to finally meet you, Jenna.” Kat’s voice had turned saccharine and it was grating on my raw nerves. “Take baby Wes inside, but don’t let that bitch near him.”

I clenched my hands, trying to stay calm, and stepped outside to allow Jenna to get by. Once she was inside, I slammed the door shut and squared off with Kat. “What the fuck do you want, Kat?”

“You,” she said, her eyes blinking innocently, as if she couldn’t understand my confusion. “Just let me handle that woman. You won’t have to do a thing, my love. I’ll tell her to leave, that we’re a family and she shouldn’t get in our way. Then we can be together, you, me, and our little Wes.”

It took a great deal of effort to hold back any reaction. I wanted to roll my eyes and I wanted to strangle her. I’m not sure which desire would have won out. In my peripheral, I spied a patrol car slowly creeping up my driveway. It stopped a good distance away and two officers stepped out as quietly as possible.

Kat was still chatting incessantly, but I wasn’t paying much attention.

“Although, if we really want to be able to move on, I should kill them both.”

The next moment, Kat was slammed up against the front door, her feet dangling from the ground, as I held her up by the neck. I tore the gun from her hand and tossed it away. “What did you say?” I asked venomously.

Fear clouded her eyes as she clawed at my immobile hand, her feet kicking, and her face turning a satisfying shade of purple.

“Mr. Davis.”

Someone was speaking to me. It was probing at the shell of rage built around me.

“Mr. Davis, you need to let her go. I don’t want to be forced to arrest you.”

My grip tightened as Kat’s comment about killing my family played on repeat in my mind.

“Weston!” A different voice poked a tiny hole in the shell. “You and I both know she deserves it, but you’ve got to let us handle it.”

My fingers loosened slightly.

“We’ll take it from here, officers. Yes, we’re taking over the investigation. Sure, you call your boss, and tell him to relay to the commissioner that Alex Shaw said he owes me a hundred bucks from last week’s poker game.”

A hand landed heavily on my arm and I unclenched some more.

“You know I’ll handle it, Weston. Trust me.”

Trust me.

I’d said that to Aspen.

Aspen.

I pulled my arm back so fast, Kat dropped like a dead weight to the ground. My eyes met Alex’s and he nodded. “I’ll take care of it, you go take care of your family.”

I nodded, and he slapped me on the back as I opened the door and stepped over Kat’s motionless body.

* * *

“Are you sure you’ll be all right, Jenna?” I asked her softly as we stood at the front door. “You can stay here, you know.”

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around me. “Thanks, big brother. But, I’ve got my own strapping hunk to take care of me.”

I winced. “Seriously, Jenna? If you don’t want me to beat the shit out of your fiancé for defiling my little sister, stop reminding me of it.”

She laughed, and I was relieved to see some sparkle in her eyes. I returned her hug and finally let her go, watching until she was in her car and it was out of sight.

I set the alarm and checked all of the windows and doors before heading back to the nursery. Jenna had found Aspen and Carter in the bedroom earlier and stayed with them until I showed up. I tried to gloss over the situation, but the women in my family were pit bulls and eventually it seemed easier to just give in and tell them everything.

I expected Aspen to be freaked out but, to my shock, she looked relieved. Before I could ask her about it, Carter woke up and needed to be fed. Jenna announced that it was time for her to go.

As I entered the nursery, I saw Aspen cuddling Carter to her chest, rubbing circles on his back. She looked content and while I had told her almost everything, I left out the part where Kat had threatened her life and the life of our child. It was a burden she didn’t need to bear.

“Is he asleep?” I whispered.

She nodded, but didn’t move to get up. I padded over to her and leaned down, with a hand on either arm rest, caging her in. “I think it’s time for us to talk, alone.” My eyes dropped down and I realized she hadn’t re-buttoned her blouse. Her generous tits were over flowing from her bra and my cock was practically worshiping at an altar to them. One of these days, after I knocked her up so I wasn’t wasting good sperm, I was going to fuck those luscious tits.

My eyes met hers again and I didn’t bother to disguise my thoughts and feelings, letting her see it all. Gently, I pried Carter from her embrace and settled him in the crook of my elbow for a minute. Studying his every amazing feature before kissing his forehead, I tenderly laid him in the crib.

When I turned back to Aspen, she was staring at me, her eyes filled with fire and I grinned. She was totally hot for me. It had become quite obvious over the weeks that seeing me with Carter was a jumpstart to her libido.

“Let’s go, beautiful. It’s Mommy and Daddy’s bedtime too.” I held out my hand and when she took it, I pulled her up. But I didn’t stop there, I smoothly lifted her up and over my shoulder into a fireman’s hold. She covered her mouth to stifle her squeal of surprise. I turned, so she could grab the monitor from the dresser, before going into the hall and softly shutting the nursery door.

“I can walk, Weston,” she grumbled, and I swatted her ass to let her know what I thought of her sass.

Inside the master suite, I tossed her onto the bed, then stood back and admired the view. But, before I would indulge in her body, I wanted to get a few things clear.

“Aspen, I understand why you reacted the way you did today,” I started. Her eyes turned wary and she began to sit up. “Stay right there, woman. I’m going to speak my mind, then I’m going to fuck some sense into you.” She glared at me, but didn’t attempt to move again.

“As I said, I get it. But, I haven’t done anything since the day I returned to make you question my devotion and love for you and Carter. I asked for your trust and until I prove otherwise unworthy of it, you should have waited for my explanation before jumping to conclusions.” I didn’t raise my voice or even speak with censure. I was simply stating fact.

She looked up at me and though I saw some remorse, I saw what I was really after. Love and complete trust shone back at me. She’d made the decision to give herself to me completely. At last.

“We understand each other, then?”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I know,” I said with a smug wink. “Now strip.”

Her jaw dropped at my command and I raised an eyebrow, drilling holes with my stare. I wasn’t going to budge. She giggled and her eyes sparkled as she got to her knees and started removing her clothes, slow and sexy.

After all her clothes were tossed from the bed, she stood on her knees before me, her body flushed with arousal. I could already see the wetness from her pussy glistening on her inner thighs. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

As she watched, I followed suit, shedding everything until I was just her man. Then I climbed onto the bed, mirroring her pose, our bodies centimeters from each other. I cradled her face in my palms and brought our lips together. Her delicious apple cinnamon scent enveloped me and the sweet taste of her mouth stole the rest of my sanity.

Pulling back, I ran my hands from her face down to cup her tits, lifting them so I could suck a nipple into my mouth. She moaned and swayed, but stayed upright as I nibbled and ate at each of her swells until I was so hard and aching I couldn’t think beyond sinking inside her.

“Turn around, beautiful,” I grunted, my hands traveling down to give her ass a rough squeeze. “Hands on the headboard.”

She smiled and did as she was told, without comment. I decided that deserved a reward and shuffled over to position myself right behind her. “Up onto your feet,” I encouraged her. Sitting on my heels, I was at the perfect height, and I gripped her ass cheeks and spread them so I could lean down and lick her pussy. She shuddered at the first feel of my tongue and it urged me to keep going.

My cock was strung so tight, I worried it might break the skin, and it was leaking a steady stream of pre-come. But she tasted so good, I tried to shove away the pain as I ate her to orgasm. Her legs shook violently as she came and I helped her drop carefully back to her knees.

Lifting up, I grabbed my cock and traced the little metal balls through her lips, burning at the sound of her whimpers. The sight of her creamy, white flesh beckoned to me and before I thought any more, my hand landed on one cheek with a crack. Aspen gasped and tensed. I watched to make sure she was okay and smiled when I realized she was practically vibrating with passion. Her thighs were wet, her arousal dripping out and coating the skin.

I slapped her other cheek and she cried out, her ass thrusting back into me. Fuck. I had the perfect woman.

Grabbing my cock, I lined it up and thrust balls deep into her pussy. My eyes glazed over at the intense pleasure and I held still for a beat, savoring the feeling. Her hips bucked backwards slightly, trying to force me to move.

I slapped her ass again. “Impatient, beautiful?”

“Please.”

Gripping her hips hard, I pulled out and drove back in. “No need to beg, baby. I’d rather hear you screaming my name. Unfortunately, that might wake our little cock-blocker.” I repeated the in and out movement. Then I lifted her with my hand around her throat, administering just a little pressure. “Can you be quiet or do I need to gag you?”

I shifted my grip so I could turn her head and steal her lips for a wet, soul deep kiss. Then I helped her back into position, holding on to the headboard.

“I don’t want to hear more than a whimper while I fuck this pussy, understand?” She nodded, and I loosened the reins I’d held on my control.

Again and again, I dragged my cock along her walls until I was almost all the way out, then thrust in hard, our skin slapping together as I bottomed out. Little by little, I lost every thread of my sanity until I was fucking her so hard, I knew she’d be sore for a week. I loved the idea that she would feel me for days and it urged my frenzy, fueling my powerful drives.

“I could live in your pussy, Aspen. So fucking tight. Damn, you’re going to be sore as fuck tomorrow and that makes me so damn hard.”

She started to shake, and I slid a hand up her dewy back and into her hair. Clasping a handful of the silky strands, I yanked gently as I pushed inside again. She moaned and her knuckles turned white from gripping the headboard.

“You’re close? Aren’t you, beautiful?” She bounced her head up and down frantically. “Together,” I ground out through clenched teeth. My balls were drawn up tight, shots of electricity seemed to be shooting straight to my dick from every nerve. With one finger, I circled her little bud, driving her closer and closer to completion.

“I fucking love feeling you come around my cock, Aspen. It’s like nothing else in this world. So tight and hot. That’s right, I feel you there.”

I pinched. “Come, Aspen,” I growled. She exploded, throwing her head back in ecstasy, biting her lip so hard I saw a tiny drop of blood.

“Fuck! Yes! Aspen, you’re so damn good. Fuck, yeah!” I was doing my best to keep my voice down, but when my orgasm finally barreled through me at warp speed, I shouted, “Fuck yes, beautiful!”

We both froze and our eyes strayed to the baby monitor. After thirty seconds of silence, the sensations roared back and I pumped hard as I emptied myself into Aspen’s greedy pussy.

I collapsed onto my side, taking her with me and dragging her over top so I could push back up into her silken heat.

She giggled. “Seems like you’re the one who needs a gag next time.”

I swatted her ass, but chuckled along with her. She wasn’t wrong.

“I love you,” she whispered. “And, I do trust you, I promise.” Her fingers traced my tattoos idly.

I looked down and lifted her chin with a finger. “Thank you.” Brushing her hair back off of her forehead, I stared into those chocolate depths and felt every emotion inside me reflected back. “You are everything to me, Aspen. Don’t ever doubt how much I love you. You and Carter both.” I grinned. “And all of our other babies.” My cock immediately hardened, as though it knew it had a job to do and there was no rest for the weary.

Aspen’s head popped up and she gaped at me. “Just how many time are you planning on knocking me up, Weston Davis?” she snapped without any real heat.

I smiled crookedly and watched her melt, right before my eyes. “I don’t know, beautiful. I’ll tell you when I’m tired of seeing you swollen with my babies and watching you feed them with your spectacular tits.” I bucked my hips and grasped her tits in my palms. “So . . . a lot.”