Page 34 of Sip
The beast takes over, and I pound her to the point my forearm slams into the mirror. She squeaks and stutters and struggles to survive the onslaught. Her nails dig into my back as she clings to me.
“I’m Killian King’s woman. I’ll never be anyone else’s.”
A bomb ignites down my spine to my balls from her whispered assertions, and I can only last a few more seconds. She must come first. “I love you little pixie.”
She’s close, so damn close all it takes is me twisting side to side on her clit with my pelvis and she stills as the orgasm takes her. I hold her tight while she pulses.
“I love you too.”
Jesus. I think I put a twin in her belly as hard as I explode. Sparks flash behind my eye lids until my sac is empty while my heart has never been more full. That sweet talking shit literally gets me off.
Careful as I can with her spent, I scoop her up, ensuring I’m still buried inside her, and carry her to the sitting area. She snuggles in as soon as I drop into a chair. My girl needs cuddling and she’s going to get my reassurance for as long as she wants. I massage her neck and shoulders in case I was too rough with her. That earns me a different kind of moan. “You’re welcome.”
Now with her calm, I can update her where we go from here. “This whole thing has been fucked up. But I’m going to fix it. You’re going to divorce Shane, marry me, and have this baby as the first of many.”
I’m not sure why I was so opposed to the idea for so long. I’m going to like being a family man. Her head shake against my chest ruins my musing. That and my damn phone chirping in my pocket. Can’t somebody else kill idiots besides me?
I lock her down while I slide out my cell. Messages flood the screen about the Italians meeting with the Russians. Her father really has a death wish. How did he not think I would find out about him going rogue? If she wasn’t in danger, I’d never walk out on her but a joint attack would be too much risk. I breathe in her sweetness to carry with me while I’m gone. “I have a problem I can’t ignore but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She pops up, anxiety already lining her stunning face as she grips my shirt.
“Be careful, okay?’
As much as I hate worrying her, I appreciate she understands and doesn’t take my departure as abandonment. “I promise. I’m coming back to you because we’ve got a lot to do.”
Before she can answer with her honorable and proper bullshit arguments, I kiss her forehead. “Don’t talk to Shane without me. We do everything together, yeah?”
A smile peeks through her apprehension but I don’t rise until she nods. Otherwise, I could never let her go and walk out the door.
Ansel stands in the doorway, an unexpected presence when I pull up the driveway ruining my good mood that I’ve quickly resolved the issue to get back to my girl. Luckily Yarik was wise enough to decline Gian’s offer. Grace’s father isn’t quite so bright or functioning well either after my punishment for his little stunt. I guess giving us his daughter in exchange for eliminating his debt, didn’t fix his money problems. Sad when a man wants to be boss yet acts like a child.
The captain nods in deference as I jog up the front steps “Shane wants to see you.”
A sensation I identify as anxiety churns in my gut. My brother requesting to meet with me after I work isn’t unusual yet the reservation on Ansel’s face is more than odd.
All I want is Grace. Yet instinct tells me I need to see Shane first. He must sense my suspicion and remains silent as I jet past him into the foyer. Never one to hesitate from jumping in the fray, I head to the office.
“He and Mrs. King had words.”
The warning stops me in my tracks. He’s smart enough to know what’s going on and let’s me know what I face. Not a problem since I’m ready to play and shove open the door.
“It worked.”
Shane slouches back in his chair with the neck of his favorite whiskey gripped tight in his fist. Well aware of what he means, despite the slur to his voice, I slam the door behind me. No one else needs to hear this conversation, especially Ansel. Two fucking words we’ve been hoping for. Now that I hear them from his fucking mouth, I’m about to lose my shit.
“You fucked my wife and now she’s pregnant.”
With my baby, he leaves out. There’s a dangerous glint to his eyes despite them being unfocused. He brings the rim to his lips and guzzles down another long drink. I nod toward the sloshing liquid, assuming the bottle in his hand isn’t the only one he’s opened this morning. “How much have you had?”
“Not enough.”
Fury rages in his tone, almost matching mine. Fuck that. “Why are you angry? You got exactly what you wanted.”
“Because you love her. You. Fucking. Love. My. Wife.”
His head bobs viciously enunciating each word as much as his drunk ass allows. I refuse to lie. I do love her. She begged me to keep our relationship hidden while he recovered. Now he’s fine and figured out the truth before I could tell him.
He shoves his alcohol against his computer monitor. Fissures diffuse across the screen like a spider web from the force. Neither of us gives a damn he’s destroying the electronic when our relationship is destroyed now too. Because his stupid idea that he shouldn’t have suggested, and I shouldn’t have agreed to since I knew this show down would happen.
