A bit of wind stirred around us, picking up stray leaves and swirling them in a circle. I swear they formed a smile.
Peace descended over me, and I no longer felt the burden of Cindi’s death. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t kill Bowie in cold blood. He attacked the Crossroads, and I had to eliminate the threat to our families. I could never have known how that would affect Cindi.
I knew she’d want me to find happiness again. Now that I had, I let the guilt and sorrow fade away. I’d always remember her and always have fond memories, but Cindi was gone. Life was meant to be lived.
I intended to enjoy it.
THRUSTING SLOWLY, DANIELburied deep and then stopped moving, cradling the side of my face with his hand.
“I want a son,” he announced, thumb brushing across my cheek, “and I want you to give him to me.”
Surprised, I couldn’t believe he voiced the secret longing of my heart. Since caring for Zara, I began to love the idea of having a baby of my own.
“A playmate for Zara and my legacy.” He brushed my lips with the softest kiss, one of promise. “You’re a wonderful mother already, Skyla. You’re my whole fucking world now. You and Zara. Give me a son to complete my family.”
I loved Daniel; I realized, enough to give him whatever he wanted, regardless of the sacrifice. Even if his reasons for keeping me close were selfish, I still wanted to have his child. A tiny part of me wondered if he could ever love again or if his heart had closed off the possibility forever since losing Cindi.
Our trip to the cemetery put my mind and heart at ease. He’d said goodbye, shared in her memory, and left with a smile on his face. Daniel finally dealt with his grief. I might have played a small part in helping him succeed.
“Yes,” I answered, undulating my hips, teasing him as I rode his cock. “Give me your son.”
A feral look entered his eyes, and he rolled us over. “Stop taking birth control. I need you fertile, precious.”
“I did yesterday.”
He grinned, gripping my ass before he began to thrust, building the pressure inside as I moaned.
“You really did haunt me, Skyla. Since that night on the roof. I’ll never be free of you, but I don’t care. You’re all I want.”
“You’re all I need.”
“Then be my ol’ lady. Wear my brand.”
“On one condition.”
“Anything,” he growled, using that talented cock of his to coax my orgasm.
“Stop talking and fuck me properly.”
His chest rumbled with laughter. “As you wish, my love.”
Love?
Tears sprang to my eyes.
“Yeah, about time I said it, huh? I’ve fallen for you, Skyla. You’re it for me. Love me. Love my daughter. Stay with us forever.”
“I already do,” I promised as the tears slipped free. “I love you, Daniel.”
“Then fuck me like you mean it, baby. I’m fucking horny.”
I giggled, smacking his arm. “You naughty Reaper.”
At the mention of his name, my Reaper surfaced, giving her a twisted smile of promise. “Give me all of your tomorrows, precious. You already have mine.”
A romantic Reaper? Who knew?