My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3) Read online

  My hand roamed under the covers to caress her warm, soft body. Touching her made me burn with passion and want. Her love for me was more than I deserved. I became instantly hard when I felt the swell of her hips and the dip at her. My need for her coursed through my veins. She was the other part of me I never knew I needed until I had her.

  Isabella moaned and I caught a smile on her sleepy face.

  “Good morning.” I whispered in her ear, trying to ignore the pain in my leg as I turned over on my side.

  “Well, good morning to you, Ambassador. Did you sleep well, finally?”

  “Better. The pain pill helped and knowing you were next to me was relaxing.”

  “I feel something else has woken up,” she laughed and snuggled up to me. She buried her face in my neck, and her hand went to my throbbing cock.

  “I’m back, and I want you.”

  “Are you sure you’re up for this? I can wait till you are healed, Fabrice.” The night before I wanted to be inside her, but she was too worried sex would hurt me. She insisted on sucking me off instead, and I agreed hoping an orgasm would get me to sleep. The blow job didn’t help me sleep, but her mouth felt fucking amazing.

  “We’ll go slow and easy,” I groaned, getting more aroused by the second. My cock ached to be inside her.

  My hands found the spot I knew so well, warm, wet, and bare. The feeling of her was almost as wonderful as the first time I touched her there. She was made for me.

  My finger went inside her and she gasped. I made some sort of moaning sound of my need.

  “You like that?” I asked, half smiling. Christ, her pussy was so tight and yet so perfectly wet. I had to be balls deep in her soon, or I would come.

  She nodded, and I nuzzled my face between her breasts taking in her scent and feeling the warmth of her flesh.

  “Touch your breasts for me, baby,” I moaned. I loved watching her touch herself in front of me. Her hand went up to her perfect mounds and instantly her nipples hardened under her fingertips. With my hand inside her sweet pussy, I could feel her get wetter as she squirmed under me. I plunged my fingers in and out of her deeper as she dug her heels into the bed and arched her back. She urged me to push into her deeper when she did this. Fuck, this was amazing.

  “I want you so bad, Isabella.”

  “Fabrice.” The throaty need in her voice always turned me on.

  I pushed her legs farther apart and she moaned louder guiding my hand to push farther into her. The warmth of her cunt made my stomach clench. My chest heaved as I began to breathe heavier. I felt the warm wetness drip on the tip of my cock. I wasn’t going to last long. I needed to have her come before I did.

  “How do you want to do this?” she moaned.

  Since the gunshot wound was in my thigh and the cast was up high, we had not considered her getting on top so soon. That was her favorite position and she went crazy when she did. That morning all I wanted was to have her straddle me. I would work through the pain to have her legs wrapped around my waist and watch her breasts bounce up and down.

  “Straddle me.” I groaned, shifting my body and laying on my back. The cast felt like my leg weighed a hundred pounds.

  “I’ll be gentle, baby,” she whispered. I could see the lust and need was in her heavily lidded eyes.

  Closing my eyes, praying the pain would not be so bad, I let her straddle my waist. Each move brought a small shot of pain through my leg. I had to force myself to let the agony go so I could feel the softness of her cunt sliding over my cock.

  Being careful to hold her weight off me, she lifted my cock up not taking her eyes off mine. Oh God, what a view I had. I put a pillow behind my head to watch as she lifted herself up and sat down on me slowly. That first glide of my cock inside her warm pussy was the best. Her wet swollen lips took me in one sweep.

  She sat down on my cock and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Her hands touched her breasts as she moved up and down slowly and carefully. I knew what she wanted. She needed to rub her clit to get off. I reached down and let my thumb press on her. Her clit was swollen, needy and pulsating.

  “Oh God. That feels so good,” she groaned. Fuck, the clenching sent me to a place of no return. The pain was still there in the distance as I enjoyed taking her inch by inch.

  My cock would not hold off too much longer. I needed her to come.

  The pain began to get intense. I prayed a short prayer that the discomfort would not get in the way of my orgasm.

  “Come for me. That’s my girl, let it go. You are so wet for me, Isabella. So warm and wet.” I knew her inside and out and knew she was going to come. Mine was still building and hearing her still enjoy what I had to offer brought me closer to an orgasm.

  I pushed up harder into her. Her head was thrown back and her back arched. I grabbed on to her ass with one hand to guide her into rubbing her clit against me harder.

  I felt resistance as if she wanted to make the pleasure last longer. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Her hands slid off her breasts and across my chest and she clenched around my cock. The pain was fierce and I kept going and when she made that familiar sound I let myself ride through the orgasm as we came together.

  “Fabrice,” she moaned as she thrashed against me. I felt my self-confidence coming back a bit. I closed my eyes and enjoyed possessing her, feeling her give me what I needed and feeling her relax against me.

  I held her close to me as she came down from her orgasm. God, I loved her more than anything in my life. She melted in my arms and snuggled close to me. My leg was slightly pounding, but I wouldn’t let her know. Never would I let her know making love to her caused me discomfort; the pain was worth it.

  “Fabrice, I’m so happy you are alive and I’m with you. You are my everything.”

  “My sweet girl.” I kissed her on the top of her head.

  “You are what kept me going in the hospital. You were on my mind even in my drug induced dreams.”

  She laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “That made me laugh. I love being here with you.”

  “I’m keeping you from your life and your family.”

  “You are my life and my family is not going anywhere. They want me to take care of you. Though Aunt Fina volunteered to give you a sponge bath,” She laughed again.

  “You need to be working on your future and building your career, not being a nurse maid to a cripple.”

  She sat up in bed and furrowed her brow. I noticed she did this whenever she didn’t like what I said.

  “My career can wait. You are certainly not crippled and I’m using this time to bake more and learn everything I can about the art of pastry and real gourmet cooking. So actually, this is more like extended school in Paris only better because I’m with the man I love.”

  “Don’t put your life on hold for me. Promise me you won’t.” Her happiness seemed to fade as she carefully lifted off me and sat beside me. I wish I had not said anything.

  She sat up with a determined look in her eyes, crossed her arms and said, “My life is you. You are the best part of my life. To know you could have died and I would not be with you again did something to me. When I arrived back home and heard what happened on the news and I was so far away, I vowed if you lived I would not be away from you like that again. I still don’t know why you love me, but I’m working through that. I know why I love you and as long as you are alive and want me, I will always be here for you. My career is not going anywhere. I will get there. What I want you to do now is just get up in the morning. You don’t have to worry about anything else, Fabrice. I will take care of the rest until you are strong again.” She let out a deep breath.

  Jesus, if she could see what I saw when I looked at her. How perfect she was in every way. How could I ever repay her for her love? I would work the rest of my life to make her happy.

  “Isabella, you are something else.”

  “I know, right?”

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  That afternoon when Isabella drove to the market, I insisted a bodyguard go with her. She tried to argue with me on the issue, however I won that argument. I would have sent Gustan,, but I needed to talk to him. He spent a lot of time with the guard at the gate and making sure he was doing his job. I wanted him to know I was serious about watching over Isabella, and not worrying about the fucking guard.

  I had told him earlier I wanted to talk to him when Isabella left. I needed to make sure he could handle the job of protecting my girl and that he didn’t forget our conversation in the hospital. It was safe to say, I was obsessed.

  I was in the kitchen attempting to make coffee when he came in.

  “Hey, can we talk now?” he asked, sticking his head in the door.

  “Yes, come on in.”

  Resembling every bit of a body guard dressed in all black and wearing his sunglasses, if I didn’t know him, I would be intimidated by his appearance.

  He rushed in when he saw me struggling to make coffee. “Here, let me do that for you. My God, Fabrice, trying to make coffee on crutches.”

  “No one can make the coffee exactly as I like.” I watched him roll his eyes and shake his head.

  “You’re a real pisser, aren’t you? Well, while you are in this condition, you’ll drink the coffee the way I make it and like it.” He thought that was funny. I sat down and waited for the coffee to brew. Once the coffee brewed, he poured a cup for both of us and sat down across from me. I tasted it and said nothing. Not as good as I would have made, but it would do.

  “So, what do you want to talk about, Fabrice?” Gustan asked.

  “I wanted to make sure you can protect Isabella if something happens. Remember, we talked about this when I was in the hospital. Can you handle keeping her safe?”

  “I can, but my main job is to keep you safe.” Christ how many times did I have to go over this with him. His answers were starting to piss me off.

  “I want you to forget about me. I can handle anything that happens to me. I can use one of those other monkeys they sent over. My main concern is Isabella. Now, I know these fucks don’t let this kind of thing go. They will keep on till they kill me or we annihilate them. Until something is done permanently I’m still in danger and if I’m in danger, so is anyone around me.

  He sipped his coffee making a loud slurping noise. He was mammoth sitting at the table with a coffee cup that looked cartoonish small in his giant hand. I shot him a warning glance that I meant what I said about watching Isabella. He was good at what he did and I wouldn’t have anyone else at the house protecting her. Hell, he just saved my life, but what I say goes and he needed to know that. He stood and brought the coffee pot over and poured us another cup.

  I kept my eyes glued to his and made my point. “I mean what I’m saying, Gustan. I would have had you go with her today to the market, but my mom went with her and I don’t think she will be hurt down the road so I let one of the other guys go.”

  He nodded his head toward me.

  “What do you want me to tell Pierre when he asks me why I’m with Isabella and not you?” Pierre had insisted Gustan stay on as my bodyguard. I agreed to his security because I was jacked up on pain pills and figured I could use him to keep Isabella safe.

  “I will handle Pierre. I want you to follow Isabella whenever she goes somewhere. Don’t let her out of your sight when she isn’t here. Promise me, Gustan. If something happened to her I would not care to live and I will take you with me.” I slammed my coffee cup down hard to make a point.

  He nodded his head and slurped his coffee. I noticed the gun under his leather jacket in the holster. It was the same gun that killed those fucking bastards in the coffee shop.

  “Keep that gun with you when you are following her.” I caught his eye and he understood that I meant what I said.

  “All right, Fabrice. I will do what you want.” I pulled myself up with my crutches and awkwardly made my way past him to my office. He followed me with our coffees in his hands.

  “You don’t have to hang out with me all day. You know I have important work to do.” I turned to him. He smiled at me.

  “I’m hanging with you for a while. I’ll be quiet. I want to see what you do in that office as the Ambassador. I want to see how you interact with these important world leaders. Do you ever talk to the President?”

  I gestured at a chair in front of my desk. I considered him more of a brother than a friend. I owed him so much. I didn’t mind if he wanted to hang out with me for a while. I could use the company.

  “I talk to both the French and American Presidents,” I shrugged, no longer impressed by who I answered to. “it’s not a big deal.”

  “Nice view.” My office window looked out into the vast vineyard. Thankfully, it wasn’t grape growing season so there were no workers at the property. That would have been a whole other set of security issues.

  “Yes, this view is why I bought this property. I forgot how much I loved being out here. Are you settled into the guest house?” I never asked him if he was comfortable there.

  “It’s perfect. So quiet and peaceful. Your dad did a wonderful job fixing the house up for me.”

  “My parents are amazing.” I couldn’t help but take in Gustan as he stretched out his long legs in from of me. I noticed he wore the same thing most days. His Jeans, combat boots, t-shirt, and leather coat were all black and not fashionable, but it was Gustan and I was used to seeing him dressed like that. He had the whole badass bodyguard vibe going right down to wearing mirrored sunglasses inside and out and sometimes in the evenings. I would have to remind him he was wearing them. As close as we were, I never discussed his personal life with him. He had a few girlfriends here and there, but I’ve only known him to get serious with one girl. His intimidating massiveness probably scared away most women.

  “Hey, this is none of my business but, how is your woman situation, Gustan?” I’ve known Gustan for fifteen years and I had never asked him about his personal life. He seemed to get nervous, set his coffee down on my desk and stood up pacing my office. I’d hit on something.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “I just wanted to know. You might get lonely out here in the vineyard. I wanted to know if you were dating or maybe I could fix you up with someone. I didn’t know if maybe you were in a relationship or looking. We never talked about that.” He laughed nervously.

  “I don’t talk about my personal life, Fabrice because it’s pretty painful. No one wants to hear my sob story.”

  “Well, let’s forget I asked.” I wish I hadn’t mentioned his personal life. I turned on my computer to get the day started.

  “No, since you brought it up I’ll tell you. I was married to my high school sweetheart. We were in love or at least I thought we were. When she found out I was leaving for Syria, she decided she want to be married to someone who wasn’t there for her all the time. I let her go, and she found someone else. I was crushed, but managed to crawl through the unending heartache.”

  “Did you ever see her again?” I asked. This was the only time I noticed Gustan fidgeting.

  “Two years ago I met her again and we rekindled our romance. Our life was incredible. I was in love and happy again.”

  “Where is she now?” He looked away from me and I saw a different side of Gustan. He actually showed emotion when he talked about this so called girl. I had never met her or knew she existed. He stood up and walked to the window in my office

  “She was killed in a head on collision last year. I never talked about the accident to anyone. I think you remember last year when I took the leave from the office? I took time off because of her accident. I didn’t want you to think I was weak, so I didn’t tell you. I worked through the torment. We were making plans to get married again, Fabrice. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I’m not over her. I don’t know if I ever will be. The worst part, she was three months pregnant when she was killed. So, right now, I don’t want a woman, eith
er for a night or a relationship.” He stood at the window looking out. I managed to get up and walk to him. I slapped him on the shoulder. Thinking about what he must have gone through, I remembered losing my wife and thinking what hell I would live in if I lost Isabella.

  I looked down, imagining my life without Isabella. How devastated I would be if she was gone. “I’m sorry, Gustan. I didn’t mean to bring up something so painful. We will leave our personal business from now on at the door. Let me know when you want to get back into the dating scene.”

  “I will, Fabrice.” He laughed at me and walked out.

  “Gustan?” He stopped and turned around in the doorway.

  “Thank you again for what you did. I’m forever indebted to you.” He nodded.

  “I’ll told you, name your first son after me and we will be even.” We both laughed as he walked out.

  Shortly after three in the afternoon, I heard the sound of cars crunching on the gravel road up to the house. We had been home for about a week before I felt well enough for visitors. Isabella thought family would help my constant irritation over the smallest things, my depression of being injured, and my sudden need to be left alone. I had finished up a call with the Angolian Prime Minister who planned a visit to D.C when I knew we were about to be invaded by company. I saw the cars coming up the long gravel drive in the distance. Two cars to be exact and one I recognized as my parents.

  I was in need of a pain pill and a nap, and not exactly in the mood to play host, but having company would give me a good excuse to open a new bottle of wine and drown my sorrows. I could hear Isabella laughing and welcoming my mom and dad at the door. That made me smile for a second and I pulled myself up on my crutches to go and greet them when I heard another voice. I heard my brother’s voice. The voice was one I had not heard in a while and hoped to not hear again. The last time I heard that voice, he was trying to justify stealing thousands of dollars from me. What the fuck? I didn’t approve of his visit. I had no idea he was coming over. I was not prepared for his ass to be there. I decided not to open up the wine. I wasn’t going to waste a good bottle of wine on him.