Epilogue
Molly
Twelve Months Later…
“ W ell, there’s no mistaking it,” Mila said. “They are two pink lines, which means?—”
I cut off the woman who I’d grown close to in the last year with a raised hand. “Don’t say it. You don’t have to say it.”
“Oh, but I want to say it.” She grinned. “You let Keir knock you up.”
I let her words sink in. Let the result of the little plastic test sink in.
I was pregnant with Keir’s baby. He’d made good on his promise to put a baby in me, and I honestly couldn’t have been happier.
I was one week away from graduating from nursing school, and about eight months away from giving birth, if I’d calculated things correctly.
Mila suddenly gasped. “What’s Keir going to say?”
I placed my hand on my still flat stomach, thrilled to know there was something growing in there. “He’s going to be so fucking pleased with himself.”
Ever since Owen’s abduction of me and Orla, we’d been celebrating the fact that we’d both survived.
There had been no attempt at retaliation from Gael O’Mahony, even though he had to have known his son had died in that fire.
As far as we knew, he was unaware of our involvement in Owen’s death.
The Fiach Clan had also remained quiet, despite Mila being taken right from under their noses.
Clearly, Seamus had kept up his end of the bargain and remained silent.
I had no doubt he would call in the favor one day, and Keir and the clan would be obligated to follow through on whatever that request would be.
But for now, we were all safe, happy, and soon, there would be a new baby to dote over.
Mila grasped my hand in hers, drawing my attention back to the present. “How do you feel about it?” Worry shaded her eyes in a way I hadn’t seen before. “Are you happy?”
“I’m very happy, Mila,” I assured her. “We weren’t exactly trying to get pregnant, but we weren’t trying to stop it either. I went off birth control about six months ago.”
“So this is a good thing?” she asked, bouncing on her toes as her excitement built. I could feel it too, a palpable spark in the air.
Grayson and Sloane had their baby seven months ago, beautiful Fiadh Seren Kent.
Sloane’s mother and her partner had visited for the birth and stayed with them for a month until the new parents found their new routine.
I wouldn’t ever have that, as I hadn’t spoken to my mother since I found out about her involvement in our abduction.
Despite my sister’s best efforts, I had no intention of reaching out to her either.
She had done the unthinkable—not once, but twice. In my eyes, that was unforgiveable.
“When are you going to tell him?”
My stomach flipped with excitement. “I don’t know.”
“Tell him what?” Orla asked behind me. “And why are we standing in your bathroom?”
I turned to my baby sister, holding up the pregnancy test. Her eyes darted down to my hand before widening. She rushed forward, snatching the stick from me and pushing some of her hair behind her ear as she studied it.
She’d adapted to living with me and the clan perfectly.
Finnan was still grumpy about having yet another woman living here, but there was no denying that having meals prepared for them, as well as a constantly stocked fridge and a clean house, was something everyone had grown to appreciate—even Finnan.
Orla didn’t seem to mind the work but was desperate to get herself a paying job somewhere in town so she could buy herself new clothes and books when she wanted. For now, she had to ask me for money since Finnan ruled that her staying hinged on her paying in sweat equity.
“Is that what I think it is?” she asked, giddily. “Are you pregnant?”
Shrugging, I smiled. “Guess it is.”
“Does that mean you two will stop banging like rabbits every day now?”
My sister’s room was right next to mine and Keir’s, and I hadn’t realized we’d been that loud. Seeing my face, Orla laughed.
“I’m joking. If I had a guy that looked at me like Keir does you, I’d be fucking him like crazy, too.”
As far as I knew, Orla had never had a boyfriend and was still a virgin. I winced. “I’m sorry.”
She waved away my concern. “Your hormones are going to go into overdrive soon, so I’d better get used to it.”
She was right. I’d heard from Sloane that pregnancy sex was off the charts.
“When will you tell Keir?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we can go out for dinner and I can tell him then?” I replied, putting the test down onto the marble countertop beside the sink. “At least if we’re in public, he won’t be able to victory fuck me.”
I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my sister and friend beside me. Both women placed their hands on my shoulders and hugged me.
“This is going to be epic,” Orla whispered.
“If it’s a girl, can you name her after me? Or better yet, I can be her godmother,” Mila said.
I turned to the Bratva princess. “You want me to call her Mila?”
She preened. “Seems fitting, right? I kinda got you two together.”
“How do you figure that?” Orla shot back. “She was coming to rescue me, and Keir tagged along.”
Mila held up her index finger like she was about to make an excellent point. “You were why they were in Dublin. But I was the reason they realized they couldn’t live without each other.”
Shaking my head, I left the two of them squabbling over mine and Keir’s origin story, only to draw up short when I found Keir sitting on the end of the bed. His intense gaze zeroed in on me as he rose.
I glanced over my shoulder, then back at him. “How much did you hear?”
“I followed Orla into the room, and she didn’t even notice I was there.”
I let out a breath. “So … a lot?”
He nodded, closing the distance between us. One large hand wrapped around my hip while the other splayed across the expanse of my belly. He dipped his mouth close to my ear, making an involuntary shiver travel through me. “I finally put a baby in you?” he asked, his breath warm against my neck.
I nodded, and the hand on my stomach moved lower.
“We’re going to be parents?”
Placing my hand over his, I nodded again.
He stepped back, gaze intense and body tight. Glancing over my shoulder, he barked, “Orla. Mila. Out.”
The women emerged from the bathroom, flicking smug smirks in my direction. Mila mouthed ‘ victory fuck’ at me, and I flipped her off because I knew she was right. Keir was going to turn into a savage when he got me naked.
As soon as the door shut, he was on me, stripping my T-shirt and yoga pants off my body.
I unclipped my bra while he literally tore the panties from my body, pulled open my thighs, and slid his tongue through my pussy.
My knees buckled, and I reached down to grab a fistful of his hair.
Keir groaned into me, his tongue lashing against my clit.
This man overwhelmed my senses when he got like this.
Possessive, but only when we were in private.
He kept his happy-go-lucky persona on most of the time, and only I saw behind the curtain of his self-control.
And right now, he had loosened the reins and let the monster free.
My chest was heaving as I stared down at the man ravaging between my thighs, making the most obscene noises as he ate me out.
He was relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm, which barreled through me without warning, tugging me into a spiral of pleasure like I’d never known before.
Was it the pregnancy that made it so good or was it the fact that I was so in love with this man?
Keir groaned, taking my release into his mouth and savoring it. His fingers were digging into my ass, the balance between pleasure and pain was oh so sweet. When I finally came down from the high, I blinked down at Keir, who grinned like the cat that got the canary.
“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow now, and when I’ve made you come twice more, I’m going to unload in your tight, pretty little cunt until my cum is dripping down your leg.” He ran his thumb over my sensitive clit, toying with it.
Holy fuck, that was hot.
Did I somehow now have a breeding kink?
He circled my clit, dragging more of my arousal on to his thumb to give me the friction I needed. My hips rocked against his hand, and he smirked at me from his position on the ground. He was still fully clothed, but the unhinged look in his eyes told me that wouldn’t last long.
His gaze held me hostage, and I wouldn’t have been able to look away even if I wanted. “And after I’ve filled you, you’re going to agree to become my wife.”