“Just hear me out,” she protested.
“Fine—you have two minutes until I get you naked.” Cillian liked the way her eyes flashed with need at the mention of getting her naked. She’d be on board for whatever he had planned. His Viv usually did.
“Deal,” she agreed and batted her eyelashes at him. Kill chuckled and shook his head. “When I was with my ex, I thought that he was what I deserved. Like I wasn’t good enough for anyone else. I was convinced that all men cheat and hell, maybe I even pushed him to do it—you know because I thought it would inevitably happen.” Kill opened his mouth like he was going to protest and Viv covered it with her hand. “Please,” she said. Kill nodded and she hesitantly pulled her hand free from his lips.
“Go on,” he prompted when she made no move to continue.
“I finally got fed up and kicked his ass out. Hell, maybe I thought I was happy on my own, I don’t know. I was doing all right without a man in my life. At least that’s what I told myself. But, meeting you proved me wrong. I think I was waiting my whole life for you,” she whispered.
“Oh Viv,” Kill breathed. “I feel the same way.” Cillian cupped his hand over her bump and smiled at her. “I never thought that having someone like you would ever be a possibility for me. When I was in prison, I didn’t think past the next day. My entire existence was staying alive, day by day, minute by minute. That all changed the day I walked into your diner. You and our baby changed me, Viv. You both made me a better person. I want to be a better man for you both. Thank you for giving me a chance.” Cillian didn’t give her time to comment. He rolled her under his body and sealed his mouth over hers, stealing her words along with her breathy sighs and soft moans. Viv was the perfect woman for him and if he had his way, he was going to show her just how perfectly they fit together.
He pulled her t-shirt up over her head, leaving her in just her panties. She slid his gym shorts down his body and he rubbed his unruly cock against her wet panties.
“Fuck, honey,” he said. “You are already so wet for me, Viv.”
“Only for you, Cillian,” she promised. She shamelessly thrust her hot core against him and he couldn’t take anymore. He slid her panties to the side and sunk into her body. Viv moaned so loudly; Cillian was sure the others would be able to hear her. He kissed her like he couldn’t get enough, only allowing her to come up for air when she was gasping and panting with need.
“You feel so good, Viv,” he said. He was so close, he rolled her on top of his body, knowing that position usually got his woman off. “Ride me, Honey,” he ordered. Viv smiled down at him, throwing her head back and riding his cock as he commanded. She was close and Kill knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. He reached down between where their bodies were joined and ran the pad of his thumb over her clit. Viv hissed out her breath and when she came, he felt as though she was milking his cock. Viv cried out his name and he couldn’t help himself, he followed her over, whispering sweet praises to his girl.
Viv cuddled into his body and they laid there like that for what felt like an eternity. “Problem one solved,” she giggled.
“Problem?” Cillian questioned. His body felt like jello and his sex brain fog still hadn’t lifted.
“Yep,” she confirmed. “Remember—I woke up horny and hungry. You took care of the horny part but now, I’m starving.”
Kill laughed, “Well, we can’t have that now, can we? How about you put on some clothes and come with me to the kitchen? I can make us something to eat and then we can watch a movie or something later. Sound good?” he asked.
“Sounds perfect. I’m thinking if we don’t make an appearance soon, Savage will send someone to look for us,” Viv teased.
“You’re probably right, Honey.” He lifted her from his body and swatted her ass. “Get some clothes on and we’ll go make our appearance.” Kill watched as Viv got out of bed and pulled on her yoga pants and a t-shirt. Her hair was tousled and she looked thoroughly fucked and completely sated and Kill wondered how he had gotten so damn lucky.
VIVIAN
They had spent almost two weeks hauled up at Repo’s cabin and Viv was beginning to wonder if they were ever going to be free from Dante’s threats. According to Savage’s guys, the president of the Dragons wasn’t calling off his search which meant that they were stuck hiding out in Tennessee.
Savage Hell’s guys had led the Dragons on a wild goose chase and she knew that if they expanded their search, sooner or later the Dragons would find them and there would be nowhere to run.
“You look worried, Love,” Cillian said.
“That’s because I am,” Viv said. “What happens if they expand their search for us?”
“You mean the Dragons?” Cillian asked.
“I’m not sure who else you think I’m talking about, Cillian,” Viv sassed.
“Sorry, I’m just a little foggy from taking the shift to stand guard last night. I need a few hours of sleep.” He pulled her against his body and ran his hands over her ass, cupping and squeezing her fleshy globes, making her squeal.
“Cillian,” she giggled. “Stop, someone will see us.” Viv looked around the spacious family room to find both Ryder and Repo sitting in the corner of the room, smiling at the two of them. “Shit,” she whispered. “You want to play then take me to our room.”
“Well, that sounds like a challenge,” he said. “Marry me, Love,” he whispered against her neck. Cillian was kissing his way up to her mouth and when he pressed his erection against her belly she gasped, giving him access to her mouth. He kissed her like his two friends weren’t sitting in the corner watching them.
“Cillian,” she warned, trying to push his big body from hers. “I already told you I’d marry you.”
“Sure,” he said, shrugging. “I mean now. Marry me now, Viv.”
Viv barked out her laugh and Cillian looked hurt. “You can’t be serious,” she challenged. “We’re in hiding from a group of bad guys who call themselves the Dragons. And now you want me to what—run down to the courthouse and marry you? We can’t even leave the house, Cillian.” He looked so disappointed she wished she could take back her words, but she knew that there would be no way to do that.
“Have you changed your mind about marrying me then?” Cillian asked. How could he doubt her? She’d never change her mind about spending the rest of her life with him.
“Never,” Viv breathed. “I’d never change my mind about you, Cillian,” she promised. She framed his face with her hands, not caring that they had an audience and kissed his lips. “I love you and that will never change.”
“Okay,” Cillian sighed. “Then marry me. As soon as this mess is done with and we can get home safely, go down to the courthouse with me and let’s get hitched.” Viv hesitated, not wanting to hope that they’d ever be free of this mess. She wanted to agree but that would mean taking a leap of faith she wasn’t sure she had in her. “If you want a big wedding,” he said, “I’m sure we can put it off for a bit until I can figure that out. I’ll just have to save up a little first,” Cillian offered.