Thief (20 page)

It’s late afternoon, and we’ve been lying on the beach most of the day. The warm breeze rolls in off the ocean, leaving a sweet smell in the air. I could lie here forever.

“Just making sure,” he says against my skin, still pressing kisses all over me, stopping every now and then for a little nibble. I’ve noticed he likes to leave little love bites in random places on my body. I keep finding them when I turn in the mirror. Discovering a new one every time I look in the mirror makes me smile.

He said he wanted to taste every part of me, and he’s been trying to reach that goal since. I’m pretty sure he got it the first day. I give him a soft smile before turning myself back to the ocean, letting him do as he pleases with me.

Since I opened myself back up to him, he hasn’t wanted to be more than a foot from me. It was adorable, until he tried to follow me into the bathroom to pee. Hell, what am I thinking? That was pretty adorable, too.

It didn’t take much for me to cave to Sean, but it’s hard to tell someone you don’t want something when you really want it. He’s offering a life that seems too good to be true, but like he said, he’s been showing me every day that he means it. I haven’t wanted for anything, and the main thing I crave is him, and he’s always at my side.

My life changed the day he entered it. From the very first moment I saw him, I came alive. It was like I was just moving through the motions, one thing after another, doing what I thought I should be doing. Existing but not really living.

He woke me up. It might have been crazy how we got here, but I can’t bring myself to be mad or upset about it anymore. I want to be here with him, and I’m done denying us both happiness.

The island is almost like a dream. It’s like we’re in our own little world here and nothing can touch us. Sean says the main island isn’t that far away, but I don’t want to go anywhere right now. I like being alone and getting to know Sean more, learning about his experiences growing up on the streets and how it slowly led him to a life of crime.

It made me ache for him and made me love him more than I thought was possible. I can’t imagine being so young and feeling so alone. I was little when I found out my parents weren’t coming back, but I had my grandmother to watch over me and love me the best she could. I can’t judge him for the choices he had to make. It started out as just surviving and then turned into all he knew.

Now he wants a fresh start with me, and I want to give that to him. I want to be part of it because like him, I can’t see myself living without him. Once my anger started to cool, I could see more clearly. This man loves me, and he would do anything to keep me. Why would I turn my back on that? He doesn’t have to worry about that anymore because I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving this island. I’m his until I take my last breath.

I’ve met the people who live here and help maintain the island, and I also met Sal.

I could tell from the very first moment that I met him how much he cared for Sean, and that made me love him instantly. I also see where Sean gets some of his charm. Sal kept hitting on one of the women who helps keep the house up. I wanted to tell the woman she didn’t have a chance, but learning is half the fun when it comes to men like them.

Sean rolls over and lays his head on my stomach while I run my fingers through his hair.

“How many do you want?” he asks, and I don’t even have to ask to know what he is talking about.

“I say we start with one and see how it goes.” I hadn’t really given much thought to having kids before Sean. Sure, I knew I wanted them one day…

“I want two,” he says lazily, like he’s picturing it in his head. In my mind I can see a little girl with her father’s eyes. The thought makes my heart squeeze. A little child—a perfect mix of both of us. I couldn’t think of anything more beautiful: both of us getting the family we always wanted, a family that would be filled with so much love I’m not sure this island could hold it all.

“Two sounds nice.” I agree. I wonder how we’ll handle things on the island with children, but I’m sure Sean already has everything mapped out. If there’s one thing I know about him, he’s always three steps ahead.

It’s a comforting thought, to know he’s already making plans to keep us safe and happy.

“I don’t care if it’s boy or girl, or what order they come in. I know I just always wanted a sibling.” The words don’t sound regretful. Maybe they would have at one time for him, but now we have a family. No need to long for one because it’s already here. For all we know, one might be growing in my belly right now.

“Me too. But that could’ve made it hard to be swept away to your private little love island.” That’s probably the easiest part of this whole thing. We aren’t leaving anything behind. There are no wishes for our lives before, or what could have been. We both had nothing to stay for. I had asked Sean to make sure Harper was taken care of. She might not have been a good friend, but she had moments, and I didn’t like the idea of her hurt. He’d just smiled at me and said he was happy I still had that sweetness inside me. He was happy he hadn’t washed it away from me.

“Ours,” he says, talking about the island. He closes his eyes, enjoying my fingers running through his hair.

“Oh, yes, I forgot that I’m married,” I say dryly. I had only found out I was married yesterday, along with finding out my new identity. His eyes pop open and narrow on me.

“You don’t want to be married to me?” His eyebrows furrow, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling at the half-scowl, half-pout on his face. I can already see our children pulling that look, too.

“Guess you’ll never know. What’s done is done.” I push a little more, intentionally trying to get him worked up. I like to get him going. It always turns out so delicious when I do.

Before I know it he’s flipping me, and I land right on his lap, so I’m straddling him, almost nose to nose.

“Say you want to be married to me.” He grip my hips, his fingers digging in. I give him a half-smirk.

“I want to be married to you.”

“Damn right, you do,” he growls, before taking my mouth in a deep hungry kiss. He flips me over onto my back as he rubs his hard cock against the thin material of my swimsuit.

“You like your ring, little fox?” he asks after he pulls back.

“Ring?” Then I feel it on my finger. A smile spreads across my face as I realize he just slipped a wedding ring on my finger out of nowhere. This guy is some kind of crazy magician, but he’s utterly adorable about it.

“I love it,” I whisper against his lips, still smiling from ear to ear.

“You didn’t even look.”

“Don’t have to. You put it there. It’s perfect.”

Flipping me again so I’m on top of him, he grabs a hold of my hips, and my hands land on his chest to keep me upright. My eyes land on the ring. The sparkle is nearly blinding in the sunlight. Just like I thought: perfect.

It’s a round diamond on a gold band, but the rock is enormous—big enough to scare birds away. My man is always making a statement.

“You can’t flip me around like this when I finally get knocked up.” I’m not sure how he does it now. I’m not a tiny girl, but he’s pretty big himself. He carries me around like I weigh absolutely nothing, and it makes me feel so small and delicate. He also bought me only bikinis to wear, so even if I am shy about my curves, he gave me no choice but to show them off.

“I just want you on your throne” He emphasizes what he means by dragging me across his cock and staring up at me.

I never thought I’d be this girl. In a two-piece on top of her man, laid out on a beach, and not one insecurity eating at me. My man loves every part of me.

“I’ll proudly sit upon this throne.”

“That a good thing, little fox, because your sweet married ass is going to be on it a lot until I plant my baby in you.”

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, before leaning down and taking his lips with mine.

Chapter 25

Sean

I
walk into our master bathroom, looking for Tessa. We were lying out on the beach earlier, and I’d had enough of looking at her in that tiny bikini. I needed to get it off her and bury my face between her legs.

As I walk in, I see she’s bent over, looking for some more sunscreen under the sink.

“I found it, Sean,” she says, still bent over, not turning around to look at me.

“I found it, too.” I don’t take my eyes off her ass as I approach her, stalking over to her silently and kneeling behind her

When my hands go to her hips, she jumps a little and then laughs.

“What are you doing back there?”

“Whatever I want, little fox.” I pull the strings on either side of her waist, letting the bikini bottom drop to the floor. “Spread your legs.”

I can hear the rough sound of my own voice. It’s thick with need, just like my cock. But my mouth is watering, and I need her on my tongue when I take her.

She does as I ask, stepping wider and letting me see all of her. Licking my lips, I look at her tight pink pussy already glistening for me. I reach up and spread her ass cheeks and look at her back hole, wanting all of her exposed to me.

I lean in and nibble on her fat ass cheeks, biting slightly as I move closer to where I want to be.

“Sean,” she moans, leaning over further and giving me everything I want. She’s all mine, and she knows it.

Dragging my tongue to her center, I lick her damp pussy lips, tasting her sugary sweetness. She’s warm and wet, with just a hint of salt from our swim in the ocean.

Moving up, I dip my tongue inside her pussy, feeling little clenches around the tip of my tongue. She wants me inside her, but I need more from her first.

I grip her ass cheeks tighter and bring my tongue to her little asshole, making her shiver. She tenses up a little, and I pull back, kissing her cheeks again. “You won’t deny me, will you, little fox?”

“No.” Her whisper is so quiet, I almost don’t hear it, but she gives in to me like I knew she would. The trust between us is strong, and she knows I would never do anything to hurt her. Even after everything we’ve been through, she would allow me to have her body any way I wanted. Because I always make sure whatever I’m doing will only give her pleasure.

I move back to her asshole and give it a few licks, tasting her sweetness there and helping her to relax. I press my finger against her tightest opening, applying a little pressure and letting her know what I want.

I kiss my way back down to her clit, licking her there and then finally sucking her into my mouth. Her loud moan echoes off the bathroom marble, and her tight ring relaxes, letting my finger penetrate her.

As I suck on her clit, I move my other hand to her pussy, rubbing two fingers in and out of her wet channel as the finger in her ass slowly starts to move at the same rhythm.

Tessa grips the counter and pushes back against me, seeking to meet my strokes. I can feel both her holes clenching, wanting more of me and loving the feeling.

After I take my mouth away from her pussy, she lets out a long whine. “Patience, little fox. I need to put my cum in you again. It’s been over an hour, and I can’t get you pregnant if you keep walking around and letting it slip out.”

Moving to stand up behind her, I pull my sticky hand free from her pussy, licking my fingers clean, and then use them to untie my swim trunks. Pressing the tip of my cock to her opening, I keep working the finger in her ass, wanting her to have as much pleasure as possible.

When I thrust inside her tight cunt, she clamps down on me, letting me feel every ripple of her need. My thick cock barely squeezes into her tightness, and I start to work it in and out of her.

“Oh, God. That feels so good. I think I’m going to cum.”

Her pulses get faster, and I let out a little laugh. “I’m usually the one who can’t hold on to my cum when we make love. Hang on, baby. I want to enjoy it for a bit.”

“I can’t.” Her breaths are coming quickly, and she’s pushing against my cock and finger. It’s as if she’s fucking me and trying to steal her orgasm.

Smack.

My free hand comes down on her ass, leaving a little sting behind. It does nothing to stop her orgasm, the low moan from her throat letting me know she’s even closer to the edge.