I make my way back to the office and find Anna chatting away on her laptop. I move closer, her eyes fixed on the video call. “I like the first set of flyers better,” she says. “Hold those up again.”
I place my hand on her knee and she smirks. “And the third set,” she says. I crouch down, nudging her skirt higher and higher until my hands reach her silk panties. She tries to discreetly bat my hands away. “No, it’s the first set. Let’s talk numbers,” she says. I place a kiss on her inner thigh and she parts her legs, allowing me more room. I grin, running my fingers over her panties. She gasps but covers it with a cough. The man on the video call is talking about prices as I slip a finger underneath the silk and find her wet. I suck my finger into my mouth and hum in approval—she tastes amazing.
“I have to go. Can you email me those numbers?” she squeaks. I don’t wait for him to answer before I’m tugging down her panties. She cancels the call just as I bury my head between her legs. “Christ, Riggs, I thought you said it wasn’t working,” she mutters, burying her hands in my hair.
“It wasn’t. You do things to me,” I say, opening my jeans and pushing them down my hips. I pull her down to the floor and she wraps her legs around me. “They said I might never get it working again, yet here we are. I’ve had some hormone shit pumped into me. The doc’ll be pleased when I tell him it’s working,” I smirk as she sinks down onto me. She feels fucking amazing. “I knew the office was a good idea,” I add and she laughs.
Chapter Eleven
RIGGS
I’ve never felt more thankful for having Anna than I do right now. I’m gripping her hand so tight, her fingers are white, but I can’t seem to let her go. The doctor breezes into his office and shakes hands with us both. “How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Good. Best I’ve been in months,” I say.
“Any concerns?”
I shake my head. “Everything seems to be working,” I say, nodding down to my cock. The doc smirks and Anna gasps.
“Well, that’s good news. I told you, younger patients tend to recover much quicker than older ones. I have to say, Finn, I’m impressed with how well you’ve fought this.” He pulls some papers from a file. “The tests show your levels are healthy, which indicates you’re in the clear.”
I suck in a breath and Anna smiles wide. “That doesn’t mean we’re signing you off,” he adds quickly. “Your treatment is over, and provided your PSA levels remain low, we’ll be happy just to monitor you every few months. I’ve spoken to colleagues and we feel that at the moment, you won’t require another dose of hormone injections to reduce your testosterone levels. But, any signs, and you know what they are, you have to come straight back. No waiting.”
I nod, hardly believing the relief I feel. “I don’t know what to say,” I mutter.
“Congratulations, Finn. And well done.” He leans over the desk and shakes my hand again.
We step outside and Anna throws her arms around me. “I can’t believe it!”
“Me either,” I say. “I was convinced it’d be bad news. I gotta go back and tell Cree.”
“Cree knows?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I promised myself I’d tell him once I was clear. I need to explain why I haven’t been myself,” I explain, and she smiles, gently squeezing my arm.
“I love you,” she says.
I kiss her, gripping her perfect face in my hands. “I love you so much,” I whisper against her lips. “And I’m so sorry for everything I’ve put you through. I can’t take back what I did but I can try and make up for it. If you’ll let me.”
“From now on, we talk. Your problems are my problems and vice versa. You pushed me away to try and save me from hurting and yet you made it ten times worse. I’m your wife. We face these things together.”
I nod. Kissing her again. I’ve been an arse, there’s no doubting that. I pushed my wife away when I should have been confiding in her, letting her support me. I’ve missed out on months with my baby girl because I was too scared of dying and leaving her. I felt less of a man because cancer made me vulnerable and I hated that feeling.
Getting the results today feels like I’ve been given a second chance at life, and now I have to put right all of my wrongs. I need to get my head back in the game and run my club like the leader I once was. With Anna back by my side, I know it’s possible. We’re not perfect, and we have a long way to go to get back to where we were, but I’m thankful she’s giving me another try. I can’t let her down again. She’s my queen, now, forever, always . . . because where there’s love, there’s hope.
The End
Acknowledgments
It’s been a long time coming, but I am so happy to finally bring you Riggs’ Saviour. I felt Riggs needed to explain himself to all the readers who were so mad at his behaviour towards Anna and just in general—let’s face it, he’s been an arse! I hope you forgive him.
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