Chapter 36 #2
“You might get punished for being naughty.” I flipped over, then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her off balance until she fell to her back next to me. Without giving her time to protest, I unbuckled the strap-on and tossed it away.
I cupped her round bottom and rubbed my aching shaft along the seam of her wet pussy. She cried out and her back arched as she ground herself against me.
“Damn.” She dropped searing kisses along the line of my jaw as she reached down to position my cock at her entrance. “There was a TENS unit and soy candles in that drawer. I was so going to tease you, but I need you inside me.”
“Wish granted.” The lingering pain in my side vanished, and I surged into her welcoming channel, making her moan with pleasure.
“The TENS unit is going on your sweet cunt, and I’ll decorate your magnificent breasts with hot wax while electricity stimulates your clit.
That ginger plug will be going in your cute ass. ”
“Promise?” Her short nails dug into my shoulders as she wrapped her calves around my waist and lifted her hips to meet my pounding thrusts.
“That and so much more.” I took her mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss, then reached between our bodies to roll her clit between my fingers. “Come for me, love.”
Tingles of warning shot up my spine, letting me know I wouldn’t last. It had been too long for us, but I refused to come until Natasha did.
“Fuck! Lachlan!” Her screams of pleasure filled the room as she clamped down on me, her inner muscles squeezing my cock.
My vision darkened, and I stilled inside her, trying to drag her pleasure out.
As if determined to make me lose control, she dragged her nails up my back and sank her hands into my hair and kissed me.
The sweet taste of her, her breathless whimpers, and her scent of aroused woman and flowers sent me over the edge.
“Natasha…” I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to my side before I crushed her. “Fuck.”
“Uh huh.” She curled up against me and threw a leg over me. “Love you, but gonna sleep now.”
“I love you more than my life, little slave.”
* * *
“Is it stupid to be nervous?” Natasha asked as we strode to the front door of her mother’s house.
“Of course not.” I kissed the top of her head and tucked her hand around my elbow. “Just be yourself. She’ll love you, no matter what.”
“Be yourself,” she muttered. “An assassin with a supervillain nickname?”
“Natasha…” I let my voice trail off but made the warning more than clear. “I?—”
“Aatos, they’re here!” Arja Korhonen, formerly Cherise Ashland, dodged her husband’s attempt to keep her still and waddled to Natasha. Pulling her into an enormous hug, she said, “My dreams have come true, and I?—”
A strange, almost pained expression crossed Arja’s face, and she didn’t finish her sentence.
“Mom?” Clearly on edge, Natasha slid a hand under her skirt and retrieved a knife from a sheath strapped to her thigh. Keeping it hidden, she positioned herself between her mother and the road. “Are you okay?”
“You called me Mom.” Giving Natasha a beatific smile, she looked down at a puddle spreading under her feet. “Aatos, darling, would you get my hospital bag and bring the car around? I’m afraid we’ll have to skip supper.”
Nine hours later, Natasha held her new sister while her mother and stepfather rested.
“So, anyway…” She smiled when the infant grabbed her finger. “I’ve been thinking.”
“About what?” I adjusted baby Natalya’s blanket to protect her from the breeze flowing from the overhead vents.
“Babies smell good.” She brushed a kiss over Natalya’s wispy brown curls. “I didn’t know that.”
“They do,” I agreed. “What else are you thinking?”
Her smile faded and she looked up at me. “I’m going to finish my last assignments with Ella, then I’m retiring.”
“All right.” Although she’d unknowingly gifted me with something I desired above all else, I needed to make sure retirement was what she truly wanted. “And what brought this on? I thought you liked being The Spider.”
“I do.” She repositioned Natalya in her arms and sighed. “My priorities are changing though. I’m going to ask Ella to keep me on staff as an analyst instead of doing field work.”
“May I ask why?”
“I want babies, Lachlan. All the babies, and I want you to be their daddy. I want enough to field a rugby team, and if I can’t give birth to that many, I want to adopt.
” She lifted her chin and met my gaze. “I want them to never have to think for a single goddamned second that I might not come home one day. I want to bake cookies and go to PTA meetings without worrying that one of the little shits will tell everyone their mama got shot again. I want us to share huge holiday meals where we all eat too much and fall asleep during football games none of us actually watch. I want to give them all the joy I never had, and I want to live long enough to watch them grow into the magnificent humans I know they’ll become. ”
“I—” No words would come, and I blinked, hoping the ache of tears in my sinuses would fade. She’d laid out everything I never dared hope she’d give me.
“I want to live in a place where I won’t have to worry about whether my sidearm is loaded.” She laughed softly, and laying her hand on my cheek, kissed me gently. “I want a place where I don’t even need a gun, but I know I’ll probably carry one anyway.”
I lowered myself to my knees and took her hand, then pressed a kiss to her palm. “Wish. Granted.”