Chapter Forty-One #3
“Your family is nice. I just was never good at making small talk,” she replied. “Not to mention, I am currently not in private security.”
“Oh. Right, because everyone asks you what you do and you can’t tell people.
Saying, I just moved here and am looking, is an acceptable answer.
We'll figure it all out as we go along and I’m here for whatever you need.
I know you can take care of yourself, but don’t be afraid to let me take care of you, too. ” I gave her a kiss.
“Thank you. Your gran asked me a whole lot of questions about having children, but she’s cute,” she added.
“Oh yes, I should’ve prepared you for that. My bad. I’m sorry.” My head tilted. “Do you want kids? I know Fiona wants a ton of them, but what about you? I mean, I guess you could have kids and be an assassin?”
“If my gran were still alive, she’d love to tell you the story of how she made one of the biggest hits of the century, while having contractions when pregnant with my ungrateful father.
” She laughed. “I know plenty of moms who are assassins. I don’t want an entire sports team, but I wouldn’t mind one at some point.
We should probably do the math and figure out exactly how many children we can afford in the lifestyle Fiona would like them to be accustomed to. ”
“Yes. I’m not great at that, but I have a good accountant and financial planner,” I replied. “I’d absolutely have a baby with you.”
Oh, would I.
“You think I’m having your baby?” Her eyes twinkled and I got pure teasing through the bond.
“If Fiona knocks you up, I guess I can deal with that, along with all the half-feral babies. Fiona is going to have that with Carlos and Hale,” I replied.
That was going to be a lot of joy in this house.
“Do you think she’s pregnant now?” I wondered, remembering what Abuelita said.
Saoirse thought for a moment. “Well, we’ll know in a day or two.”
I kicked the door shut with my foot. “Do you need help getting undressed?”
She eyed me.
“You deserve a reward. I know my family is a lot.” I took the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.
While she wasn’t wearing the incredibly sexy underwear she wore while being an assassin, she wasn’t wearing the sensible sporty kind either. Black lace and satin. Understated and beautiful.
“I was hoping you would make it up to me with a massage or perhaps some hang gliding off of a really tall building.” Her voice was teasing, but I got lust through the bond.
“Can we do that in New York City? Sounds fun. All I really had planned was fucking, though.” I kissed her. “What do you need, Mi Cielo?”
“Fuck me against the wall,” she commanded as she unhooked her bra.
“It would be my pleasure.” I pulled off her panties and put my hand in the center of her chest and walked her towards the wall. “I don’t mind, but why do you like it so much?”
Her brandy scent was thick with sweet arousal and some kind of undertone I couldn’t quite identify. She froze.
“You don’t have to tell me.” I kissed her again, flooding the bond with love. I took off my shoes and pants and grabbed my cock.
“Is this what you want? Some nice alpha dick?” I added in a low voice.
“Just fuck me.” She pressed her mouth to mine.
My knot was fully inflated, cock hard. As I slid inside her, her pussy fluttered in that delicious way I’d only experienced with her. Her weight shifted as she did that little thing where she hopped up and wrapped her muscular legs around me.
“I love the way your legs feel around me while I’m inside of you,” I whispered, hoping that wasn’t too cheesy.
“It helps me make sure you get all the right spots.” She kissed me again, both angrily and anxiously.
Continuing to kiss, I thrust into her over and over, letting my love and adoration for her flow through the bond. One of my hands played with her clit. She made a little gasp as I brought her closer to her peak.
I nuzzled her neck the way she liked, then nipped very gently where I bonded her. It had healed up nice and silvery.
She came, her pussy fluttering hard and tight in a way that made me come.
“Shit,” I whispered. I pinched my knot, trying to deflate it a little.
“Mmmm, that was just what I needed.” She hummed happily.
“You know there’s this piercing lady alphas sometimes get to take knots easier. If it works for deltas, and is something you want to do, we can go do that.” I gave her a wink as my forehead rested against her.
“That sounds like a lot of healing time.” She put her legs down and rested her head on my shoulder.
“I’ve got you.” I held her tight.
“I know.” She looked up at me. “You know why I like this? Because I spend my life looking over my shoulder and watching out for people. I always have my back to the wall, because that’s one less thing I need to worry about. And if you’re at my front? I know I’m safe.”
I sucked in a breath. “You feel safe with me, Mo Shíorghra?”
“Oddly enough, I do,” she admitted.
“You’re safe with me,” I assured. And I would do everything in my power to make sure I could always keep that promise.