Page 59 of By His Vow
Its owner is enough.
“Can you take us to the Broadway?” I ask, looking out of the window to see how far we’ve already made it.
“Sure thing.”
Pulling my cell from my pocket, I find the contact I need to secure us a room for the night, and then I sit back and alternate between staring out of the window at the city and watching Tatum sleep.
I’m fucking exhausted and ready to crash by the time Lewis finally pulls up outside one of our most luxurious hotels in the city.
“Here you go, sir.”
He pushes his door open ready to help us out, but the doorman is already opening my door.
“Good evening, Mr. Callahan,” he greets. “It’s a pleasure to have you with us tonight. Can I be of assistance with your guest?” he asks politely, glancing very briefly at Tatum.
“That won’t be necessary, but thank you,” I say as I move closer to her.
Slipping my arms beneath her body, I lift her into my chest before attempting to get out of the car without sending us both crashing to the sidewalk.
“Sir, I have a blanket,” Lewis says, rushing to our side the second my feet hit the ground and covering Tatum with it.
“More than she deserves,” I mutter under my breath.
With a brief thank you, I march into the hotel, and, without stopping at reception, I head straight for the elevator.
Tatum barely makes a noise as I carry her inside. She’s dead weight in my arms, her breath tickling over my neck as she continues to sleep.
“I hope you enjoyed your night, Brat. There isn’t going to be a repeat anytime soon,” I warn despite the fact she can’t hear me.
No wife of mine is going to be going out and getting so wasted she has no idea who she’s dancing with, or whose bed she’ll end up sleeping in.
I shake my head, my grip on her tightening. I’m beyond pissed that she’d be so reckless, so careless for her own safety.
Tonight could have gone in a very different direction for her very fast.
And then what?
I let us into the best room I was able to secure at such short notice, carry her over to the bed and lay her out.
“No, Kingston,” she moans, her arms wrapping around my neck and attempting to pull me with her. “Don’t go.”
Reaching behind me, I pull her arms away and let them drop to her sides.
“I don’t think so,” I say before taking a massive step back from the bed.
I stand there for longer than I should, staring at her in a way I shouldn’t.
Her dress is now totally around her waist, letting me see just how tiny her panties are—and just how long her legs are.
I squeeze my eyes closed as I get assaulted by an image of them wrapped around my waist as I?—
“Fuck.”
Spinning on my heels, I march toward the bathroom, dragging my sweater off as I go.
Kicking the door closed behind me, I turn the shower on hot and shed the rest of my clothes.
With steam quickly filling the room, I step under the scalding water and tip my head into the powerful stream.