Her body arches off the bed as I fill her, the beautiful sounds she makes threatening to bury me six feet deep.
I lay with my cock inside her, never wanting to pull out, while my beautiful girl weeps with a smile on her face.
Burying my face in her neck, I cry with her.
For the boy I never got to be. And for the future I never dared to dream of.
Until her.
CHAPTER FIFTY
KNOX
Heather sits on Killian's back holding weights and counting while he does push ups. He started with just her, but weights were added to increase the intensity.
“Ninety-six.”
Using her feet she pushes down on his back adding more resistance.
He groans as he pushes back up.
“I’m going to spank you, Killer. And it’s going to hurt.”
She throws her head back in laughter, like the devious little angel she is.
“Not until you get to one-hundred, you’re not!”
Carter stands beside me as we both watch their shenanigans, but honestly, I’ve never seen Killian happier.
“The fight is getting close.”
I nod without taking my gaze from Heather.
“Fifteen days.”
Glancing quickly at Carter, I spot the worry that matches mine.
We could have just over two weeks left with both of them. All of us agree this fight is nothing more than a setup to eliminate Heather. I think the plan was to kill her in the asylum, but when Kill showed up to get her out, the priest in charge figured he could make more money and decided to go for it. They want our girl dead, and they will stop at nothing until they get what they want. Now that the Prophet is backed by the Morte Mafia, it makes everything more dangerous for her. We have no choice but to kill them as soon as possible.
“One-hundred!” Killian growls as he flips over, the weights rolling away as Heather giggles underneath him.
“Get off me! You’re sweaty!”
She pushes playfully on his chest, but he doesn’t budge an inch.
“You wound me, Killer. I thought you liked it when I made you wet.”
Grabbing her wrists, he pins her down and wipes his face, covered in perspiration, against her cheek.
“Go ahead to the house. Heather needs a shower. Her sweat is dripping all over me. It’s gross.”
He kisses the tip of her nose and continues teasing her.
“And smelly.”
Carter and I walk to the door, and he turns to them with mock annoyance.
“Fuck fast. I’m hungry, and poor Bianca is pregnant.”
