Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Nicole, you’ve got your whole career ahead of you. I mean you’re going to be a lawyer, for Christ’s sake—a fucking good one, too.”
“Um, you mean a fucking great one,” she winks. “And something tells me you and your friends could probably find plenty of use for a fucking great lawyer at some point. Or several points.”
“So where’s this going?”
“It’s going with me going to law school in Boston, and not letting you go.”
I grin. “Not letting me go, huh?”
“Nope,” she beams. “You’re fucking stuck with me.”
“Lucky me,” I growl, scooping her close and kissing her slowly.
“Nicole,” I finally say quietly and somberly as I pull away. “This isn’t a glamorous life.”
“I’m not looking for glamorous, I just want you.”
“See, that’s pretty funny,” I nod, frowning.
“What?”
“That you just want me.”
She arches a brow, before I grin.
“Because the funny thing is, I just want you.”
She beams as she sinks into me, looking up at me with those big blue eyes as my pulse quickens and my cock thickens.
“So that’s where this is going, huh? You’re going to be some rough biker guy’s old lady?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m going to be your lady, but maybe let’s chill the fuck out on ‘old.’”
I laugh, pulling her into me as I nuzzle her neck.
“You know,” I growl. “There’s something I’ve never asked you that I really should.
She frowns nervously, biting on her lip. “What?”
My smile stretches wider.
“Do you have a little Irish in you?”
Nicole grins. “No, but I’d like some.”
“It ain’t gonna be little,” I purr, grunting as I move into her and wrap her up in my arms.
“Good,” she gasps, already feeling my thick cock pulsing against her.
She looks up into my eyes, I look down into hers, and suddenly, it’s like everything in the world has balanced out.
“I love you,” I growl quietly. I realize the second I say it that she really is the only woman I’ve ever loved, and I’m head over fucking heels for her.
Nicole grins a huge smile at me, her face pink and her eyes shining as she practically jumps into my arms to kiss me hungrily.
“I love you, too,” she whimpers into my lips. “So now what, mister?”
“Now?”
I growl hungrily, my hands tightening on her.
“Now I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, walk out of here, put you on my bike in front of me, drive to my place, throw you down on my bed, and ravish the fuck out of you.”
She bites her lip, blushing eagerly.
“Good,” she whispers breathlessly, before her eyes turn impish again. “Now, do you need a pair of my panties or anything? You know, if you need to…”
I just shake my head and smirk right back.
“Nah, princess. This time, every single drop is all for you.”
She laughs, and then moans as she sinks into me. Our lips meet, our tongues tangle, and the world fades away for I don’t even know how long.
Epilogue
Nicole
I love this part of the world this time of year. It’s late spring, and the Cape isn’t quite full of tourists yet, even if you can tell they’re about descend like a tidal wave. Through the trees on my left, I can see the water glowing brightly in the early evening light, and I grin as I push the gas a little harder.
I’m almost there.
It’s been a long week, too. Shocking literally no one, classes at Harvard Law are hard, and the workload that comes with them is like a fucking mountain. Add on to that my internship, my independent study with one of the head professors—this amazing woman who’s really taken me under her wing—and I’m pretty much a walking zombie all the time these days.
Luckily, I’ve got a pretty freaking amazing husband whose main hobby besides motorcycles seems to be pampering the hell out of me. Pampering, and of course, screwing me absolutely silly. Yeah, that usually does a fantastic job of taking the edge off the week.
Today though, Friday, all I got was a mysterious note passed to me by an undergrad while I was in the library—one that just said “Take the Charger. Meet me at the camp.”
The camp is Killian’s—well, our—shore house way out here on Cape Cod. That’s another thing he’s been fixing up over the last year, after he helped Grey patch up the place that got shot up. We don’t get out here as often as we want to—in fact, we’ve maybe been once since the honeymoon where we spent a week out here. But man is it great to just truly escape the city out here when we can.
Right, so, clearly, Killian and I got married. Actually, it happened like three months after meeting. But when you know, and when that person just makes you feel whole, and more like yourself—your real self than you’ve ever felt before—then you know.