I spin around and glare as Razor’s laughter fills the hospital room. “Oh, man. Please tell me you at least got the bad guy.” I can’t believe these two.
“That poor asshole just about pissed his pants when the bullet whizzed right by his head,” Ryker laughingly tells his brother. “He dropped to the ground and waited for uniforms to cuff him.”
“Stop joking about this,” I hiss at MHM. “It’s not funny. You could’ve died.” A thought suddenly rushes through my mind now that the circuits are firing again. “What happened to your stupid security?”
“Why don’t you marry me and you can be in charge of my security from now on?” I blink, wondering if I imagined the words coming from Ryker’s mouth. “Actually, scratch that. You’re going to marry me and take charge of my security.”
“Doesn’t the CIA protect its employees?” I hate the idea of him having a dangerous job. Even if he only sits at a desk in their Houston office.
“I’m retiring from the agency.” Ryker wraps his hand around my face and stares into my eyes as equal parts of shock and relief slam into me. “When I got shot, my life flashed before my eyes and my one regret was not being married to you. Now that I have a second chance, I’m not going to waste a second making you mine.”
My heart melts, even though Razor is making gagging noises behind me. “That’s my cue to give you guys some private time.” I hardly notice when he slips from the room.
“I expect hazard pay,” I joke and settle back against Ryker’s good side. “Keeping you in line will be a full-time job.”
“I’ll give you extra smacks.” Ryker is speaking my language. “You’re going to earn every single one.”
Sounds like heaven. “By the way.” Now is as good a time as any to give him my news. “Remember the baby you’ve been attempting to make.”
I take his hand and place it across my abdomen while watching tears form in his eyes. Ryker leans down to place a soft kiss across my lips. “I must’ve been a goddamn angel in my past life to earn a reward like you.”
“And don’t you forget it.” Reaching under the sheet, I find his naked cock. “What? Don’t they put underwear on you in the hospital?” I sputter and wrap my hand around his erection.
“I was preparing for you to ride my cock.” He presses the button to lower the bed. “What can I say?” Ryker smiles against my lips. “I was hoping you’d reward me for surviving the shooting.”
“No funny business in here.” A male nurse walks in the door and immediately knows what we were about to do. Oof. My bad.
“I’ll give you a rain check.” I pull the sheet up to Ryker’s chin.
“Torturing me and leaving me hanging is worth twenty.” His rough growl causes my inner muscles to clench.
“You can make me pay once you marry me.” Now that we’ve figured everything out, I don’t want to wait.
“It’s a date.”
Ryker doesn’t let the grass grow under his feet. We have a small, intimate ceremony at the courthouse before heading home to Silver Spoon Falls. Just in time for the morning sickness to kick in big time. Yay me.
EPILOGUE ONE
RYKER
One Year Later
"Sunshine, if you don't get your cute ass out here, you're going to be late for your own graduation!" I say, poking my head in the bedroom, only to find my wife still half-naked, standing in front of the mirror. I stop bitching, my gaze drifting down her gorgeous body. Fuck me, she's stunning.
She grows more beautiful every damn day. I know this because I've spent the last year dropping her off on campus every fucking day. There are far too many men in the criminal justice field. I don't like it. We need more women. Both because they deserve a place and because it means fewer men looking at my wife. Win-win.
"Hold your horses, High and Mighty," she says, eyeing me in the mirror. "Your son threw up on me."
"I told you to let me feed him."
"I know." She shoots me an impish, unapologetic smile. "But he's cuddly and adorable and you don't have boobs." She shrugs. "Sorry."
"Oh, I've got tits, sunshine," I growl, sidling up to her from behind to wrap my arms around her. I run my hands up her soft waist, cupping her tits through her bra. "I've got the best pair of tits in the world right here."
"Are you claiming ownership over my boobs?" she asks, leaning her head back against my shoulder.
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Francesca."