“Okay?” I shrug. “What’s that got to do with me and you?”
A heavy breath leaves him, preparing himself to tell me the truth. “Paddy, she roofied you.”
“What?” I choke on the word stuck in my throat.
Griffin climbs off the bed, rushing toward me. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner, but Sean said we needed a confession from the guard that helped her do it first.”
His hands wrap around me, pulling my head into his chest. The way his fingers play with my hair help soothe the weird feeling stirring in my chest. Relief is the first emotion I identify. I didn’t cheat on him. This whole time we thought I cheated, and it ruined us.
“It wasn’t my fault.” I whisper through tears.
Griffin chokes on his own tears. “No, baby. You didn’t cheat on me.” He keeps playing with the hair at the back of my neck, holding me to him while my entire body shakes.
“Oh, fuck,” I pull away.
We laugh through the tears and kiss until I can’t stand anymore. My knees are too weak, and my entire body trembles. I let go of him and head for the bed. He follows, sitting beside me. “I’m sorry this happened to you, Paddy. I’m so fucking sorry. You don’t deserve this.”
Shaking my head, I rest a hand on his knee. “I’m okay.”
I have to be. There’s no other way to deal with this when there’s a child involved. And I really don’t even want to focus on the negative impact of what this means. I just want to focus on the good.
I didn’t cheat. I have a child on the way. I’m married to my best friend. Letting the rage in is going to mess with my head, and I don’t think I’m emotionally capable to deal with that damage yet.
“I don’t believe that.”
“I don’t want to talk about this,” I say, standing. “Please. Can we just go to bed?”
He watches me, trying to figure out if I truly am okay. Finally, he nods, standing with me, and we head for my room.
My chest lightens already, and I pray that the truth will help us both find our footing in this weird place.
Chapter Twenty
25 Years Old (Past)
SoapysudsdrippeddownPaddy’s chest as he showered in the same stall as me. The door of the trailer was locked, so no one could interrupt us, and I was definitely about to take advantage of the alone time.
I was just happy to have running water and four walls. Especially after the last two week mission. Finally back at our barracks, all I wanted was to have a quiet shower with him. Time without everyone else invading our personal bubbles. I was ready for a bed, even if I couldn’t snuggle the man standing before me.
The exhaustion was real, but my cock didn’t give a fuck about that. Not when Paddy was standing in front of me, pupils blown with his hot need. He was torturing me and he knew it. He used a washcloth, rinsing the suds away under the shower head, but he kept eye fucking me.
“What?” Paddy asked, turning the water back on after his thorough scrub down to rinse.
I drew a brow, shooting him a look of warning. “If you keep looking at me like that, we’re going to waste all this water so I can fuck you before we get back outside.”
The wide grin that spread across his face was enough to tell me he enjoyed that threat. I reached over him, turning the water off. We’d just gotten a water delivery, and I wasn’t about to waste our supply, especially when we were already in here long enough to raise suspicion.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall above your head, and spread your legs,” I said.
He turned eagerly, complying with my demands. My hand rested against the curve of his ass, and I squeezed the soft flesh. “Look at this tight ass.” I pressed an open mouth kiss to his back, and he tilted his head back in response.
“Please,” he said, attempting to kiss me when I nuzzled my head against his shoulder.
I slid a finger between his crack, using the spit to help lubricate him. Tracing the rim of his entrance, he let out a low moan. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”
I inhaled the clean scent of his freshly soaped up body, reveling in the excitement that I’d be making him filthy, covering him in our sweat and cum I needed more of him. His moans, and whimpers, his kisses, and the way he pushed back into me as if begging for more.
I slipped a finger inside of him, a mewl escaping as he took me deep. “That’s it baby.” I kissed between his shoulder blades. “Touch yourself while I play with you.”
