A Very Merry Hockey Holiday (Assassins #6.5)(13)

“Hey, honey, dinner is almost done,” Alla said as Cooper sent her a grin.

“Awesome. Hey, have y’all talked to Jakob today?”

All three of them shook their heads, and Piper decided that she would allow him to share the happy news. Alla and Cooper had been hinting for another grandchild. They weren’t going to get it from Erik and Piper. They were done.

“Why?” Erik asked.

“No reason,” she said, putting Katarina down and walking past them to change and shower. Like she knew he would, Erik followed her and shut the door behind them.

“What are you doing?” she asked, buying time.

“Following you,” he said before sliding his hands down her thighs, pressing his growing erection against her ass. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the spot below it.

“I love you,” she said, turning in his arms and pressing her lips to his. When she pulled back though, he didn’t let her get far before he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding into the pockets of her jeans. Closing her eyes, she got lost in his kiss and didn’t realize he was walking her backward to the bed until he was lying on top of her, his hands going up into her shirt.

Grinning, she pulled away. “Erik, our children and your parents are in the room over. They got an earful the other night. Come on,” she pleaded as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He had found her nipple, and he knew that was her hot spot. Gasping, her fingers tangled in his hair, but then banging started at the door, followed by Katarina wailing, “Mommy!”

Letting her nipple go, he kissed the spot between her breasts and grinned. “Your kid is a cockblock.”

She giggled at that before pushing him off her and going to open the door to her special little people. “What do you need, love bug?”

“You,” she decided before throwing her arms up. Dimitri came running in and jumped on the bed on top of Erik, hitting him right in the groin. As Piper laughed, Erik wallowed in pain while Dimitri just grinned.

“Ugh! You broke my balls, kid!” he groaned and Piper shook her head as Katarina giggled.

“I broke Daddy’s balls,” Dimitri said with a huge grin. “He gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” she said, sitting down and patting Erik’s butt. Wrapping her arm around Dimitri, she asked, “What did you do with Daddy today?”

“We bought you a ring for Christmas.”

“Dimitri! You weren’t supposed to tell her!” Erik scolded, but Dimitri didn’t seem to care. “I told him not to tell you.”

“He doesn’t listen,” Piper laughed. “Is it pretty?”

“Oh yeah, so pretty. Give it to her, Daddy!”

“No! It’s for Christmas, and it isn’t even done yet!”

Piper giggled some more as Katarina wiggled out of her lap and then out the door. Dimitri followed right along behind her, leaving Piper alone with her husband. They came, took her loving, and then were gone. That’s how it was in the Titov house.

Sending him a wide grin, she asked, “New ring, huh?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I might go change it.”

She lay back in the bed, cuddling into his side before kissing his jaw. “I can’t wait to open it.”

“Yeah, well, it’s ruined,” he complained and she shook her head.

“Never. I’ll be surprised and thankful. Don’t worry.”

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her nose. Looking deep into her eyes, he smiled and she felt breathless. He loved her. So damn much and she knew he would no matter what.

“I don’t want to paint murals anymore.”

Wow. Did she just blurt that out?

His brows came together. “That’s outta left field.”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t told you, but I’ve been designing book covers for the last three months. I love it.”

She could see the shock in his eyes, but then a knowing grin came over his lips as he nodded. “That’s cool. Bored with the murals, already?”

She smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. Is that bad?”

“For you, no. I’m surprised you didn’t get bored sooner.”

“So you aren’t mad?” she asked, hopeful.

“Fuck no, baby. You do what you want. I’ll just be standing here, cheering you on. No matter what.”

Her smirk grew as she cuddled deeper against him. “You are the best husband.”

“I know,” he agreed, a grin pulling at his lips. “And you’re the best wife.”

Christmas wasn’t even here yet, and she knew he had a beautiful gift for her, but no matter what the season, her husband continually gave her the best gift of all.

And that was his love and ultimate support.





Phillip Anderson was going to kill Jude Sinclair.

He didn’t give two f*cks if Claire loved him, or even if it was almost Christmas and his momma was going to be sad she lost one of her boys, Phillip was going to kill him.

He didn’t know what it was about playing against the kid, but it brought out the * in both of them, and soon they were messing and chirping at each other through the whole game. For Phillip, it was the fact that Jude was defiling his niece, and because of that, he hated him. He wasn’t sure what she saw in the little idiot, but she sure did love him. Enough to marry his punk ass. Phillip shuddered at the thought.