I moan into his mouth and press the heels of my feet into his back, lifting my hips up to meet him on each thrust. His pace picks up, and his mouth leaves mine so that he can lick down my neck, and then he bends and pulls one nipple into his mouth, making me turn my head and bite into the pillow to avoid screaming. I dig my nails into his back and use my leverage to fuck him, taking him all the way to the hilt each time, every stroke hitting that spot deep inside me that causes me to see stars.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
“Let me feel it. Let me feel you milk me,” he groans, and I lift my head and bite into his shoulder as my orgasm erupts through me.
I start to come back to myself when I feel his hips jerk and his face go into my neck, where he groans his release. I wrap myself tighter around him, and he shifts slightly to the side, pulling his weight off my belly. I lie there in awe, knowing that, earlier tonight, I thought I would never have this again.
“How did you get off the boat?” I ask as my mind begins to clear.
“Fucking Frank. I swear he doesn’t listen, but this time, I’m glad he ignored my order. He knew who I was meeting with and insisted he follow us in another boat. I told him, ‘Absolutely not,’ because I didn’t want the guys I was with to see him and get spooked, but lucky for me, he ignored me.” He pauses and runs a hand down my cheek. “When we got out into the open seas, the guys jumped ship, leaving me alone on the yacht. I called for Mayday but knew something was up, so I took off all my clothes and got into the water right before the boat exploded. A few minutes after that happened, Frank pulled up on a small boat, looking smug. I told him then that no one could know I’m alive. Their stupid plan to kill me, and Frank’s ignoring my order, gave me the perfect opportunity to finally clean up a situation that has been needing my attention for a while,” he says carefully.
“You have to come back to me when this is over. I need you to be there when our little man is born so that you can give him his name,” I say as tears fill my eyes.
“I’ll be here for that,” he promises, and his hips begin to rotate as he rocks in and out of me slowly.
He drops his forehead to mine until we both come together, my orgasm hitting me slowly as the feeling spreads through my body, making my whole being feel heavy and causing my eyes to close right before I hear Kai whisper, “I love you.” I mumble the words back to him, and then I feel him button my shirt up and cover me up. I feel something slide onto my finger before I can no longer stay conscious.
When I wake up in the morning, the night before comes back to me, and tears begin to fill my eyes when I don’t see Kai with me. But then I become aware of the wetness between my legs and I pull his shirt away from my chest, seeing that he left love bites around my nipples. I lie back down and pray that he comes back to me soon.
I roll over and begin to tuck my hand under my cheek when I notice that the ring I have on now has a band that wasn’t there before tucked close to it. This one is the same gold as the original, but all around the band are round diamonds. I slip the ring off my finger and hold it up to look at it, but then an inscription on the inside catches my attention.
M & K ~ This is our story.
Tears fill my eyes as I slip the ring back in place. He is right. This is our story, and our story is just beginning.
Chapter 17
Sniper
Kai
I get off the flight and fight my way towards the exit. I haven’t flown commercial in years and had forgotten what a pain in the ass it is. I knew that, if I was going to get to Vegas unrecognized, I would need to make a few changes.
The first change was shaving my hair completely off and trading my suits for jeans and tees so that I matched the appearance of my new ID. The second was flying like any other middle-class citizen.
I had to make sure everyone I knew still believed that I’m dead. Growing up, I learned early on that, if an opportunity presented itself, you needed to take it immediately, so that’s exactly what I did yesterday.
“So, how are we going in?” Frank asks, pulling a pair of dark shades over his eyes.
I look at him and wonder once again how the fuck he convinced me to let him come. “I told you you’re staying at the hotel,” I mutter, walking outside into the hot Las Vegas sun.
“I saved you yesterday,” he reminds me for the hundredth time, and I grind my teeth together in annoyance.
He did save me. He also unknowingly helped me orchestrate the perfect plan, one that, until the ship I had been on blew up, making everyone believe I was dead, would never have been possible. Paulie Jr. had no idea that the idiots he’d sent to kill me were going to be the ones who helped me pull off his death.