She chuckled. “I thought I was losing my mind.” She cupped his face and Ruin grabbed her sweatshirt and lifted it over her head.
Callie tried to cross her arms over her chest, to hide the nasty-looking bra she wore, but Ruin moved her hands out of the way and flicked the catch of the bra. Within seconds, the bra was on the floor. Ruin removed the rest of her clothes and had his palm flat against her pussy within a matter of seconds. She gasped.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“Only for you,” she said.
“That’s right, baby. This pussy is mine. All mine, and no one else is ever going to know how fucking sweet and tasty you are.” He spread her legs and Callie groaned as his tongue slid right through her slit.
He stroked across her clit, sliding down, going to her entrance as he plunged inside.In and out he fucked her, going as deep as his tongue could before drawing back, and he lapped at her cunt, tapping her clit. She cried out his name, feeling her orgasm starting to build. It had been too long without him. Ruin sent her over the edge, spiraling, and she cried out his name, which echoed around the kitchen as she came.
He wasn’t done with her yet.
“Come for me again,” he said, growling the words against her pussy.
“Ruin?”
“Come for me.”
His tongue went back between her legs, stroking her clit. She was so sensitive. She didn’t think it was possible to come a second time. Ruin was so focused on her clit. Hislarge hands gripped her thighs. Her body was so sensitive, and it wasn’t long before he sent her over the edge into a second, more earth-shattering climax. The man was a freaking machine. She moaned his name, screamed it. Callie didn’t want him to stop.
He pulled her off the counter, spun her around, pressed her hands to the counter, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock at her core. Inch by glorious inch, he sank inside her, his hands on her hips then sliding up to cup her tits. “Fuck, Callie, I love you. I’ve missed you so fucking much. You’re not going to regret this. Not ever. You’re mine. All mine.”
He pounded inside her pussy.He kept moving from her tits to her hips, and Callie thrust back against him, wanting him balls deep inside her. She had missed him as well. There was so much she’d missed and she didn’t want to waste another moment. Did it make her weak? Probably, but it hurt to be away from him. It hurt to try to hate him.
He kissed her neck and she cried out.“I’m going to come.”
He grabbed her hips and slammed in repeatedly, until she felt the kick of his cock as it slid in one final time, and his cum spilled inside her. It didn’t matter. She was already pregnant.
“You didn’t answer me,” Ruin said, panting.
“Huh?”
“Will you marry me?”
Callie turned her head to look at him. He stroked her hair out of the way and then kissed her lips.
“Yes,” she said. Shethought she had said yes, but then the sex had been mind-blowing. “Promise me you won’t ever take a job to kill me again?”
He chuckled.“I won’t.”
He wrapped hisarms around her, and Callie didn’t care that she had fallen into his arms, fallen in love with the Bogeyman. This felt right, this was true, it was real, and no one was going to take that away from her.
****
SixMonths Later
Ruin stood behind his wife as she screamed. All he wanted to do was draw his gun and shoot everyone for not dealing with her pain. They had planned for her to have a nice, at-home birth, only he’d insisted they go to the fucking knitting group. Callie had complained about feeling pains in the base of her spine, and aching. He’d suggested knitting. She loved to knit. Their little girl already had an entire winter wardrobe for all the knitting Callie had done.
“That’s it, Mrs. Lawson, push.”
Ruin refused to allow his wife to be named after his childhood name. So, he’d taken her name. He was now Ruin Lawson. A man who existed in the world. Of course, to those that looked into him, they would see a man who dealt in security. They did not know he was still and would always be the Bogeyman.
“I am pushing.” Callie collapsed to the bed. “I can’t. I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough. It hurts.”
She wasn’t meant to hurt. They had agreed on a potential caesareanfor the birth, but Callie had wanted to go as natural as possible, with a little help from some pain medication. Their doctor had come up with a plan. Everything had been going fine. Until her water broke in the park and the time to get her that lovely medication had come to a crashing halt as his impatient little girl wanted out into the real world. He’d been preparing for their daughter’s arrival for six months.
He and Callie had gottenmarried in a small ceremony. Much to Callie’s surprise, the knitting group had been there, as had Aldo Giordano and several men Ruin had known. It had certainly been an interesting ceremony and reception. After their wedding, he’d taken Callie to his private island for a month, where they enjoyed each other, the sun, the ocean, and sex. They had made up with all the sex they’d been enjoying.