He lifted up, his mouth slick with spit. He wiped across his lips and snatched up the lube. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He poured it on his fingers and pushed two right in my hole. I didn’t feel a burn, nor pain, but the second he brushed my prostate, I arched up.
“Gideon!” I shouted, hoping no one else heard.
He laughed, and I finally felt the blunt head of his cock pushing inside me. Slowly, agonizingly.
“You feel so good.”
I glared at him. “Maybe a little faster.”
He leaned in, taking my lips, his tongue tangling with mine as he started pummeling my hole, each pass finding my prostate. I wasn’t going to last—not after the torture he’d put me through. Too soon, I was coming all over my stomach.
“Shit, so tight,” Gideon groaned, and the warmth of his climax filled me up exactly how I wanted.
Neither of us moved; we just lay there and breathed. His lips tenderly kissed any part of my skin he could reach.
“Live with me,” he said in between panting.
I thought about how I didn’t like staying in one place, how making roots wasn’t my thing. But as I lay there, covered insweat and come, I realized—well, damn, the roots were well and truly planted, weren’t they?
“Okay.”
He lifted his face to mine and if I’d had any doubt that he loved me, it was right there in his eyes.
EPILOGUE
6 Months Later
Gideon
Penn leaned against the doorframe,coffee in hand, and watched as the new chief, commissioner, mayor, and governor walked through the house toward the front door. He didn’t say anything until I approached him.
“How’d it go?”
“It was months in the making, but Northchester will be what I’ve worked so hard to keep it.”
He hummed. “You convinced them not to sell their drugs here?”
“I have. Of course it wasn’t cheap, and it wasn’t without violence. See, two things men like that understand—money and power, and I have both. The mercs Lorcan had hired to come to this house and take my kids and kill you, they’re dead. Iexplained that regardless of what office they hold, I will do the same if they cross me.”
Penn moved to the sofa, placed his mug on the table, and sat. I gladly joined him. “They have the backing of the government if they want to bury you.”
I chuckled and tenderly rubbed my thumb over his cheek. “Government’s power lies with those who give it to them and without me, my connections, my money, they’ll be the ones buried, Penn. I always have contingency plans, and they know it.”
“If you say so.” He leaned in to kiss me only to be stopped when the door opened and the pitter-patter of running feet echoed through the house.
“School’s out.” I smiled.
Owen and Olivia didn’t slow themselves as they jumped on top of me and Penn. I oofed, and Penn didn’t even react.
“How was school?” he asked Owen, who grinned at Penn. Owen truly loved Penn; they connected in a way that pulled Owen into the light. I wasn’t jealous or upset—instead I was grateful. I loved Penn, and knowing my children loved him too was everything to me.
“Good. I painted a picture.”
The two of them went on and on, but Olivia snagged my attention. “We going to see Uncle Dean and Auntie Rita’s house tonight?”
They had just started moving in two days ago and were organizing. Rita had invited us over for dinner, but I told her I’d bring the food since everything was in disarray.
“We are, so maybe go clean up, put your school stuff away, and we’ll go.”
