Beautifully Cruel (Beautifully Cruel #1)(91)
He blinks innocently. “Moi? Annoying? Never.”
I heave out a sigh. “Seriously. I’m asking a favor. Don’t hurt him, okay?”
He looks insulted by the suggestion. “Of course I won’t hurt him. He’s too entertaining. I was actually thinking of offering him a job. He’s demonstrated a level of commitment I find commendable. I could use that in the ranks.”
The elevator doors slide open. I step inside, but Killian doesn’t follow.
“This is where I leave you, lass.”
“But you’ll still be spying on me, I presume.”
He winks. “It’s in the job description.”
The elevator doors slide closed as I’m shaking my head, smiling.
As soon as I’m in the rental car and headed back to the hotel to pack my bags, I call Liam. He picks up on the first ring.
“So? How was it?”
I say teasingly, “Maybe you should call your brother to find out.”
A dissatisfied grumble comes over the line. “He wasn’t supposed to show his face.”
“It’s all right. It was good to see him. Diego’s still trying to kill you, by the way.”
“Really? Hmm. I’m impressed with his commitment.”
“That’s exactly what Killian said. He’s thinking of giving him a job.”
Liam chuckles. “Botching what?”
“Don’t make fun of him. I feel bad.”
“You shouldn’t. He tried to assassinate me.”
“I know, but you have to admit it’s sort of romantic in a twisted way.”
“I admit no such thing. I’m the only one allowed to commit murder for you.”
Something in his voice gives me pause. “You say that like you have already.”
His chuckle is dismissive. “No, but I’m leaving that possibility open. By the way, I moved your departure time up. The flight leaves in twenty-five minutes.”
“That barely gives me enough time to pack my stuff and check out!”
“You better move fast, then.” His voice drops. “Because I can’t fucking wait to see you. Three days apart is three days too long.”
He disconnects without waiting for an argument about his bossiness, which he obviously knew was coming.
I hurry back to the hotel, get my bags packed, and rush to check out. I would’ve stayed with Ellie, but she and Tyler are back together.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Over dinner last night, I paid her the remainder of my portion of the lease on the apartment and told her the goon squad would be by to pack up all my things.
When she asked what was happening with me and Liam, I said I had no idea who she was talking about and smiled.
She got it. After the night I left, she saw the news about his arrest and release. She heard the reporters call him a mobster. If anyone knows about complicated relationships, it’s her.
She didn’t ask where I’d been living, and I didn’t say. We just had a nice dinner, hugged, and said goodbye.
I have a feeling I’ll be seeing her again, though. Buenos Aires is incredible, but if I manage to pass the bar in Boston…who knows what the future might hold.
I mean, Killian might need to go on vacation every once in a while, right? And the mafia pope can’t just leave business hanging.
He might need someone knowledgeable to step in every so often to give him a break.
The flight back to Argentina goes by faster this time because I fall asleep. I wake up as we’re touching down on the runway.
When I arrive back at Estancia Los Dos Hermanos, Liam is waiting for me, standing in the front door.
I run to him, jumping into his open arms. He carries me into the house without a word, headed straight for the bedroom.
To his profile, I say, “Hi, honey.”
He growls, “I need you naked.”
I smile. “I’m getting that.”
He lays me on the bed, strips off my clothes and his own, then pushes inside me with a grateful groan. I arch into him, sighing, amazed how home can be a person.
He’s impatient, greedy, a little rough. His mouth and hands are everywhere. He bites my neck as he thrusts into me. I cross my ankles behind his back and take him deep.
When I come, it’s with his name on my lips.
He falters, making a noise like he’s in pain.
Panting, I open my eyes and stare up at him. “What is it?”
Through gritted teeth, he says, “I didn’t wear a condom.”
We lie there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, our hearts pounding, until I slide my hands down his broad back. I sink my fingers into the hard globes of his ass, flex my hips, and pull him in deeper.
His lips part. A look of understanding comes into his eyes. He whispers roughly, “Baby. Are you sure?”
As an answer, I flex my hips again and kiss him.
He grabs my face in his big hands and kisses me back, hard.
“You want to have my child?” he growls against my mouth as he drives into me faster and deeper. His arms shake and his chest heaves, the thought of me pregnant driving him wild.
“More than one,” I say breathlessly, making him softly moan.
My mother will be disappointed we’re not married first, but I’ll deal with her later.