Cormac book 3, p.6
Cormac (Book 3),
p.6
“I love you, Cor,” she moans, squirting over my cock. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
I’ve never been the kind of man who gets intimate like this during sex. I never dreamed I’d be able to hear the word love in the bedroom and find it anything other than awkward. But with Scar, it’s different. With Scar, I’m ready to love. With Scar, I’m ready to change.
“I. Love. You.” I gasp as I come, falling forward and kissing her forcefully as my cock begins to wilt inside of her. We lie there, breathing over each other and kissing lazily until the sun sets and we start to get hungry.
After calling for some Chinese takeout, the two of us sit in the living room looking down over the winking lights of New York City.
Suddenly, it feels like a gear shifts or something clicks into place. It’s the right moment. I don’t doubt that I’m the right man for her. She’s perfect, and perfect for me, and I want to be perfect for her. I meant it when I said I loved her. I do love her. I always will.
I reach into my crumpled pants and pull out the box. Scarlet tilts her head and looks at me quizzically, until I crack the box open and she sees the glistening diamond ring nestled inside it.
Her jaw drops.
“Cor...” she says, as much of a gasp as anything else.
A broad smile cracks my face. “Agent O’Bannon... will you marry me?”
She doesn’t even answer, just crashes into me with a wet kiss and her arms wrapped around my neck. It’s easy to fall back into the rhythm of our bodies sliding against each other. Hot. Slick. Needy. Always so fucking needy. Will I ever get enough of her? Will she ever get enough of me? It doesn’t feel possible. A scratch that can never be fully itched. A hunger that won’t ever be fully fed. A fire that’s going to burn for as long as we’re both alive.
Her moans echo around the empty apartment as I slide into her. Her fingers grip my shoulders and I wind my hands through her hair. Anything to hold on tight and never let go.
Afterwards, when our breathing has settled back down, she’s curled into my arms as we look out the windows once more. She keeps glancing down at the ring on her finger, like she can’t believe it’s real. Hell, I can’t believe it, either. I never thought I’d be married at all, much less to a Fed.
“How does it feel, being married to a mobster?” I ask her, wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling my face into her neck.
“I have to admit, I see the appeal.” She twists her neck so that she’s looking up at me. “But you better toe the line now that you’re in charge.”
“I’ll toe the line all right. For you, Scar, I’ll toe the goddamn line. For you, I’d do anything.”
The buzzer cuts through the apartment; the food is here. But the food can wait. My hand is sliding down her belly.
I push her back down against the cool floorboards. “Now that we’re engaged, time to get started on putting a little mobster baby in your belly.”
She laughs, and the sound alone is everything I ever wanted.
THE END
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