Gazing at his beautiful tattooed bare chest and abs, I sigh happily. I’m sure I’ve got little sparkly red hearts for eyes.
He says in a husky voice, “Ah, lass. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
“You’re only saying that because I’m ogling your muscles.”
“Aye.” He chuckles again. “It’s honestly one of my favorite things.”
Staring into my eyes, he slides his palms up my thighs, bunching his white dress shirt up until it’s crumpled around my waist. He looks down at me, exposed underneath him, and licks his lips.
“All right then, little thief. What’s it to be first? My tongue or my cock?”
Lord. Dear lord. Chris Hemsworth is staring with naked lust at my body.
I whisper, “Either. But no accent. I just want you, honey. Only you. Forever.”
Killian’s gaze flashes back up to mine. His eyes are dark and heated. He executes some kind of Ninja moves to get out of his jeans and briefs with lightning-fast speed, rips open the buttons on the dress shirt so my breasts are exposed, then lowers himself between my spread thighs.
When I laugh, he says, “What?”
“You’re going to need to buy me a sewing machine with all the buttons that get torn off around here.”
“Anything you want,” he says softly, pushing between my legs. He slides deep inside me as I arch, gasping. He whispers, “Anything you ever want, all you have to do is tell me.”
He fits his mouth to mine and starts to thrust into me. I wrap my legs around his waist and rock my hips, matching his pace. It’s slow and steady, building, just like the pressure building inside my chest.
No one ever told me it could be like this. No one ever says that falling is the wrong word for what happens when you’re in love.
I’m not falling. I’m flying. I’m soaring. I’m up in the rainbow clouds on the back of my unicorn pony, shooting far into the brilliant blue sky.
When Killian groans, shuddering, I whisper, “Is this a bad time to tell you that just because you’re retiring doesn’t mean I want to? There are so many more bad guys on our list. Fin and Max would be really disappointed if I wanted to break up the band, if you know what I mean.”
He stares down at me in disbelief. “Aye, it’s a bad time!”
I make a zipper motion over my lips. “Got it. Sorry. Proceed.”
He stares at me for a moment longer, then dissolves into laughter, dropping his forehead to my chest. His whole body shakes.
After a moment, I grumble, “It’s not that funny.”
He rolls over, keeping his hands on my hips and his hard cock buried deep inside me. Smiling his signature hot, smug smile, he presses his thumb to my clit.
“Be quiet, woman,” he commands. “And ride me.”
I smile down at him, for once grateful that he’s so bossy.
My beautiful, bossy, dominant gangster, who turned out to be something so much more.
Not who but what, indeed.
Epilogue
Two months later
“Come away from the window. You’ve been standing there for almost an hour.”
“I want to see them as soon as they drive up.”
Chuckling, Killian wraps his arms around my waist and kisses the side of my neck. “You just can’t wait to meet that baby, can you?”
Peering out the big living room window of Estancia Los Dos Hermanos, Liam and Tru’s ranch in the countryside near Buenos Aires, I’m all nervous excitement. I don’t know exactly why, because I’m not one of those girls who go gaga over babies. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age.
Or maybe it’s because Tru and Liam gave little Maribel the middle name Elizabeth. The first name after Tru’s mother, the middle name after mine.
When Tru told me that’s what they wanted to do and asked if it was okay with me, I ugly cried. I can’t think of anything sweeter or more thoughtful than that. But that’s Tru in a nutshell: sweet and thoughtful.
When she’s not being feisty, that is. She comes off as reserved and ladylike at first, but she can give me a run for my money in the sass department, that’s for sure.
A black limo crests the hill of the long gravel driveway and drives toward the house.
“Oh! Here they come!” I jump a little, clapping.
Killian gives me a squeeze. “C’mon. Let’s meet them on the porch.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me to the front door. When I run out onto the porch in front of him, he laughs. I stand on the top step, waving madly at the approaching limo. He stands beside me, slings an arm around my shoulders, and kisses me on top of my head.
He loves it that Tru and I have grown so close. In the three weeks we’ve been staying with them, Tru and I have been inseparable. She’s the only pregnant girlfriend I’ve ever had. I bombarded her with questions as her due date grew nearer.
Not that I’m ready for my own babies yet. I’ve still got sticky fingers. As soon as Killian and I get back to Boston, the girls and I are going to start planning our next job.
With the help of Mr. Superspy, maybe we’ll even have a backup plan for if something goes wrong.
When something goes wrong. Let’s be realistic.
The limo pulls to a stop. Liam bounds out one of the back doors, grinning like a lunatic. He rounds the trunk and pulls open the other back door. Leaning inside, he gathers Tru into his arms and walks toward us.
He’s carrying her, and she’s carrying the baby. A tiny bundle of pink blankets with a pink knitted hat and a pink face scrunched into a fierce scowl.
Killian snorts. “Looks like little Maribel takes after her daddy.”
I whisper, “Oh, stop! She was recently squeezed out of an opening that’s normally the size of a dime. She probably has a headache, the poor thing.”
Then they’re on the porch with us and everyone’s smiling. Not the baby, though. She looks like she thinks this is a bunch of shit.
“You guys, she’s so beautiful!”
Tru smiles at me. She looks tired, but happy. Very, very happy. “Isn’t she, though? I know I’m partial, but I think she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Gazing down at his wife, Liam says softly, “Next to her mother.”
Killian pounds Liam on the back. “Congratulations, brother.”
“Thank you.” They grin at each other. I jump a little and clap again, because if there’s any time to be ridiculous, it’s now.
The sound of my clapping makes Maribel open her eyes. She looks right at me, her focus startling for such a tiny little thing. The color of her eyes is startling, too. It’s a pale, clear shade of sea glass green, just like Tru’s.
She has Tru’s rosebud lips, also. And they’ve pursed into a small, disapproving pink pucker as she stares at me. I can almost hear her telling me that if I make that noise again, I’ll get a smack.
I put my hand over my mouth and start laughing.
“What?” says Liam.
“This is a terrible thing to say, but I think Maribel wants to clobber me.”
“Oh, for sure,” says Tru, nodding. “You should’ve seen her at the hospital. She came out swinging. She absolutely terrorized the doctor. I think she gave him a black eye.”