He came into the danger zone, and my teeth latched on to his bottom lip, making him hiss out a breath. Then we started kissing, and he let me wriggle free, and flipping the scene, I took his wrists and pinned them as I climbed on top of him. I barely rubbed myself against his erection. He said something about meteasin’him, and I said something about him doing the same thing to me.
We laughed some as we kissed, but then we were almost…wrestling in the sheets again, like we were fighting against the memory of our own hands on our own bodies, when it should have been mine on his and his on mine.
It was madness, and I said so. He set my forehead against his and laughed quietly. Then we were kissing again, and my hands were on him, and his were on me, and I lowered myself on top of him, taking so much pleasure in this realization: we could do this anytime we wanted, for as long as wanted, for the rest of our lives.
As I started to move, our eyes met, and our breaths were becoming harder, more ragged.
“How do you feel?” he ground out, doing something with his hips that made me feel like I was swirling in midair.
“So good. So. So.So. Good.” I took a shuddering breath. “You?”
“How a man would feel if he knew he was dyin’. I can taste and feel life—as if she’s a woman against my hands, me movin’ inside of her, like this.” He gripped my hips and flipped me over, burying himself deeper inside of me. “Like I could live inside of her forever, even if his time stops.”
Chapter26
Cian
My wife’s eyes were wide as Keenan drove us to our house in Boston. She’d lived in Boston all her life, but time away was makin’ her see it differently. Maybe things she’d seen a million times before were somehow made new in our absence.
She felt more comfortable here. Not only was it her home, but she felt it was different for me in Boston. It was a place I’d claimed as my future, instead of bein’ rooted in the past and havin’ it follow me around like a hauntin’ ghost.
Without her, I was a ghost.
She gave me shapes and colors, blood and bones, breaths and a beatin’ heart.
Without her, I was an empty shell of a man.
She lived. I lived.
With or without her, I was the beast everyone said I was. But to her, I was just her man.
That was a concept I was gettin’ used to. Bein’ her man.
I’d been ruled by one purpose before. Takin’ over Boston and makin’ the Craigs pay.
Her existence in my life started rulin’ me after she blew through it. I wasn’t sure how such a little storm could turn me around entirely, but she had, sendin’ me in her direction forevermore.
Her eyes lit up when we pulled up the long drive. She squeezed my hand. “The place looks the same, but so different!”
I nodded, only agreein’ that it looked the same but different to her. Everythin’ looked the same to me, except for my life these days. It was like she’d said. It looked the same, but so fuckin’ different because of her.
She smiled at me. “How does it feel to be back?”
“I’m ready to rule this mother fucker.”
Keenan met my eyes through the mirror. He tipped his cap to me. My wife studied my face, then turned toward the window. There had been a tug from Keenan when he realized how much power my wife held in my life. We’d spent years orchestratin’ the takeover of Boston from the Craigs, and he was worried she’d try to derail it. Even if she did, it was her right as my wife to worry and care for me. But there was no way for me to back out. The wheels were in motion, more so than they had been before.
Even if I could stop the machine, I refused.
Boston was mine.
More so than that, vengeance.
The only thin’ worth more than that to me was my wife’s life.
As the car came to a stop, my cellphone went off. It was Cash. He wanted to set up a time to meet. After we did, we hung up, and both Maeve and Keenan were starin’ at me.
“In a rush, your cousin,” Keenan said, approval drippin’ all over his tone. “What happened to his wife’s brother worked in our favor.”
