6 months later

Six long-ass months of phone sex, sexting and getting freaky on camera, and finally Fiona and I were in the same goddamn time zone. The same place. Tomorrow she flew back to Boston where I was supposed to be to pick her up from the airport, but neither of us would make it. Because I was here in Washington.

I thought long and hard during our months apart about what I wanted. About what our life could, realistically, look like. Would Fiona be able to live life as a gangster’s wife? More importantly, would she be happy as my wife? I sure as fuck hoped so because I had a diamond burning a hole in my pocket and it was just for her.

I looked around her apartment which stood mostly empty now with the exception of a few boxes and furniture. I’d come up to visit her a few times before, and the difference now was noticeable. Gone were the colorful pillows and blankets, the vibrant paintings from the wall were packed up and headed back to Boston. I couldn’t help but smile at the evidence that I’d been right and she did love me enough to return to Boston.

Even though she refused to return to Cerulean, which I had mixed feelings about.

I had our whole evening planned, right down to the Thai food I’d bought that was now warming in the oven. All I had to do now was wait for my woman to get home.

I didn’t have to wait long, at five thirty I heard the key turn in the door and stood to greet her. She had the phone pressed to her ear so she hadn’t noticed me yet. “If I finish packing I’ll join you guys for a drink but tomorrow I finally get to see Keane!” I heard the excitement in her voice and couldn’t help but smile. “It’s been too long so I imagine we’ll spend the next week in bed.” She laughed and kicked off her shoes before she turned. And gasped. “I’ll call you back Serena.”

“Hey.”

“Hey? That’s all you have to say to me.”

“I was going for effect,” I told her and closed the distance between us so I could hold her in my arms. “I missed you babe.” She sank into my arms, her body relaxing and softening against mine.

“I missed you too Keane, but what are you doing here?” She blinked up at me with questions in her eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Seamus and Rosie are somewhere in the South Pacific.” Not that she cared, they hadn’t spoken since Seamus left and I didn’t blame her even if it would make things awkward when he returned. “I couldn’t wait another moment to see you. To hold you. To taste you.” I’d dreamed about it the whole flight over, how it would feel to have her again.

“Mmm, I’m glad because I had a surprise all planned for tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded. “Hell yeah.” She slipped from my arms and disappeared down the hall. Five minutes later she came back looking like every forbidden fantasy I’d ever had about her. “What do you think?”

What did I think? I thought she looked like the perfect wet dream in her white see thru lingerie that gave me the perfect view of her rosy pink nipples along with the dark strip of hair between her legs. “I think you are everything I ever wanted.”

She sighed and leapt into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. “Perfect. That’s just what I was going for.” And her lips were on mine, attacking them hungrily while my hands roamed her lace covered body. She gasped when I squeezed her ass and one finger slid into her opening.

“You should never wear panties again,” I growled and she laughed

“Maybe you should give me a reason to toss them out,” she teased, licking my neck and nibbling my ear. Pretty much driving me out of my fucking mind.

I laid her on the sofa and quickly got rid of my pants and boxers, my cock jerked at her hungry gaze and the way she licked her lips as she reached out to me. “You can suck me off later, right now I just need to be inside you.” She opened her legs wider in response, giving me a perfect view of that wet pink pussy, lips glistening deliciously. “Just one,” I told her and knelt between her legs so I could get a taste of her sweet pussy before I slid deep into her.

“Keane,” she cried out, hips jerking so enticingly I just had to have another taste. And another until her arousal dripped between us.

“So fucking good,” I told her and thrust all the way in. “Love you,” I told her and proceeded to fuck her until we were both sweaty and panting. You ready to come?”

“Always,” she answered breathlessly and reached between us. Instead of reaching for her clit she grabbed my balls. “I love you Keane. So much. And I love your cock,” she said and gave a gentle squeeze.

Suddenly my control snapped and I pounded hard into her, sinking deeper when she wrapped those shapely legs around me, digging her feet into my ass. Hard and deep I went, keeping a furious pace that hurtled us both straight into satisfaction. Pleasure. Blind fucking pleasure that I swear had me seeing stars. My name fell from her lips like a prayer as she came. “ I roared my own pleasure into the mostly empty apartment and fell on top of her.

“That’s how a boyfriend is supposed to greet you.”

Boyfriend. I hated that term. I was too old to be anybody’s boyfriend. “And how does a fiancé greet his woman?”

Confusion flashed in her eyes but it quickly turned to naughtiness. “My guess is with more oral.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at her unexpected comment. I used the moment to roll over and reach for my jeans, pulling out a velvet box and opening it.

“Then I guess you’d better give me the right answer.” I wasn’t a traditional kind of guy, but I was already kneeling beside her, so I grabbed one of her hands and held it to my chest. “Fiona O’Malley you have been torturing me in one way or another for your whole life. I’ve loved you for much longer than I should have, but now that I have you, I can’t see ever letting you go. Wherever we go, whatever we do, I just want us to be together. Will you marry me?”

Tears swam in her blue eyes but she gave me a toothy smile as she nodded. “Hell yeah I can’t wait to be your wife!” She tackled me to the ground and kissed me until I was breathless and hard all over again. “You really want to marry me?”

“More than anything, Fi.” She ground against me and I groaned, wondering if I would always feel so hungry, so wild when it came to her. “In fact, I thought maybe you wanted to drive over to Vegas and then spend the week driving back to Boston. Just the two of us.”

Her gaze softened. She nestled against me, bringing my cock to a rest right at her opening, but she had that soft-love look and I knew she was about to get mushy. “I guess I got lucky when I fell in love with you Keane. I knew you were a good man and now I know you’re also a romantic.”

I frowned. “No one said anything about romance, Fi.”

She laughed at me. “Oh yeah what do you call the road trip I always wanted as our first honeymoon?”

“I love you Fi and I just want you to be happy, that has nothing to do with romance.”

She laughed and then kissed me, slow and sweetly. “Fine but what about the food warming in the oven?”

“That’s just to keep you fueled up for the night ahead,” I told her as I grasped her hips and slipped inside her body.

“Speaking of head,” she purred as her hips rolled in a figure eight that drove me wild. “How do you feel about road head? I hear all the kids are doing it.”

“Right now Fiona, I’ll give you anything you want.”

Her gaze turned serious and her movement became quick and shallow. “It’s a good thing that you’re the only thing I want Keane. Forever.”

“Come closer and let me love you then.” I pulled her close and kissed her, knowing our life together would be filled with love and passion. Just as it always had been, only now it would be better. Deeper.

Lasting.

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