My Irish Mafia King

Epilogue

LUCY

Seven Months Later

I walk around The Celtic Crust, looking at the gleaming new kitchen surfaces, the clover wallpaper on the walls, brand new and beautiful. I walk upstairs into the cafe, appreciating the chalkboard where the prices and items will go, spinning to smile at the elevator, which will help those with mobility issues.

“You thought of everything,” I say, my voice getting croaky.

“Are you crying?” he murmurs, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around me, pressing his body close to mine.

“It’s just… I never thought life could be this good,” I whisper. “After Mom, then all that crap with Shane. But we’re doing it.” My hand comes to rest on my swollen bump. “She’s kicking again.”

He smooths his hand to my belly, cradling me as our baby kicks. Finally, she settles down, and he holds me for a long time.

“I think the pregnancy hormones are making me just a little cray cray,” I say.

He laughs playfully, kissing my neck. “A little ?”

“It’s like something’s going to go wrong. Can life really be this good? The family’s at peace. No danger, no gunfights, no trafficking, no shakedowns… We’re getting married in a week. Ellie and Nora already feel like family to me.”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong,” he says, gently turning me to face him.

I look up at my man, my future husband, still amazed that he’s mine. His blond hair catches the light, and his smile lights up my world. He’s wearing his work suit, suave and dashing.

“You deserve this,” he says passionately, then adds in Gaelic, “You’re the sun and the stars. You’re my oxygen. You’re my reason for living.”

I reply in my best Gaelic, “You’re everything to me… you’re my treasure.”

He smiles. “You make me so damn proud,” he says in English. Then he tilts his head, looking closely at me with a smirk. “Uh oh.”

I roll my eyes, cheeks flushing. “What? What do you think you’ve seen?”

“I think those hormones you mentioned have just started playing a different game with you…”

I bite my lip. “Maybe.”

“Well, maybe I can help you with that…”

He kisses me with searing heat, gliding his hand up my leg toward my sex. The hormones have been playing havoc with me, making me feel so sensitive sometimes. The moment he presses against my clit through my underwear, the pleasure is unreal.

I bite down on his shirt, shifting my hips in time with his frantic hand movements, grinding up and down the faster he moves. I moan, then start screaming in release when he pushes my underwear aside and grinds his hand against my naked core.

He presses the heel of his palm against my neediness as he toys with my entrance. I bite down so hard, I know I’m going to leave a mark on his chest… and I know he likes that. I’ve tattooed him with my teeth so many times already.

The orgasm shivers out of me, making me squeeze my legs together tightly, my body aching all over and my breathing growing rapid. I’m drowning in pleasure, the crescendo seeming to last for several minutes. Time bends like some crazy leprechaun has played a trick on us.

The pleasure passes, leaving me with that warm, satisfied feeling.

He kisses me on the neck, that special place that sends so many tingles through me.

“Are you ready for the grand reopening?” he asks.

“Are you talking about the bakery… or after the birth, when we can have wild, heated sex again?”

He laughs. “I think it’s my turn to use your favorite word. Ew .”

“I’m excited,” I tell him, hugging him tightly. “But that’s not a revelation. I’m excited for every single chapter in our lives.”

He wraps his arms around me. “It’s hotter now than it was when this place was on fire.”

I giggle, kissing his chest.