She releases my shoulder and sucks air in through her teeth. She arches her back and lifts her chin so she’s looking upward. “Ohh. Right there, Sin. Don’t stop.”
As if.
I pull her tight so my mouth is over her ear. “I’m never going to stop making you come. Ever.”
She tenses tightly, squeezing me hard, our foreheads now pressed together. “Ohh. Ohh.”
She relaxes a minute later and I notice her shaking. “You’re trembling.”
“Mmm … because that was magnificent. And so very needed. It’s been too long.”
“I’m happy to hear that.”
“You’re still the only one.”
I’m relieved. I didn’t think Bleu had been with another man but it eases my mind to hear it confirmed.
She rises and finds my hard cock with her hand. She lowers herself onto it until I’m balls-deep inside her. “There will never be anyone else for me, Bonny. Only you.”
Her eyes never leave mine as she moves up and down. I have to say the words dying to escape. “Into me … you see.”
She cradles my face with her hands. “Into me … you see. Always.”
She’s too good at this so my orgasm builds faster than I’d like. I’m not ready for this first time to be over. But it’s been too long. I won’t last much longer at this pace so I move my hands to Bleu’s hips, encouraging her to slow down. “Easy, Bonny.”
“Are you having a hard time keeping it contained?”
I can’t talk about coming while I’m trying to hold off. “Something like that.”
“Then you should be in control.” While grasping my neck, she rolls to her back, taking me with her so I’m on top. I’m nestled between her thighs and push into her slowly and deeply as she wraps her legs around me tightly.
My hands glide up her arms until they find hers. We lace our fingers together between thrusts. “I love you, Bonny.”
“I love you too, Sin.”
Again, my climax builds sooner than I’d like but I’ve done all I can to prolong it.
I clasp Bleu’s hands and thrust deep, emptying myself and all my love inside her. She squeezes her legs tighter and I’m certain I’ve never been deeper within her body. “Uhh!”
When it’s over, I collapse—spent and exhausted—onto the bed beside her while still holding her left hand. I lift it so I can see how it looks with an engagement ring on it. “Do you really like it?”
“Like is a serious understatement for how I feel about this ring.”
“You never wear jewelry so I had no idea what you’d prefer. I had to go with my gut since I couldn’t ask your sister for help.”
“Your gut has excellent taste.”
She rolls to her stomach and props on her elbows. “We live on separate continents. Have you worked out the details for when, where, and how this marriage is going to take place?”
I’ve done my research. “We’ll marry here. I brought the appropriate documentation with me. Once we’re legally married, you’ll return to Scotland with me on a spouse visa. That will be valid for two and a half years.”
“What happens when it expires?”
“You’ll get an extension for another two and a half years. Once you’ve lived in Scotland for five years, you’ll apply for a permanent residency, called an indefinite leave to remain.”
“Sounds like you’ve thought of everything. When are we doing this?”
I don’t think it’s wise to wait a minute longer than necessary. “The sooner, the better since Abram’s men could find you any day. But I suppose you’ll need a little time for the things you have to do.”
She looks at me puzzled. “Such as?”
“I assume you want to buy a wedding dress and get a bouquet of your favorite flowers to carry. And I need a wedding band. But I get it if you’re too busy.”
“No. I want to pick it.” She holds up her hand and studies her engagement ring again. “You did such a wonderful job of choosing for me. I want to do the same for you.”
I bring her hand to my lips for a kiss. “Thank you.”
“You’ve told me the how and when—what about the where?”
“I was thinking we’d have a civil ceremony at the courthouse since we won’t have friends or family present. We can have a big celebration with family once we’re home. I’m certain my mum will love planning that.” She practically turned Bleu’s initiation ceremony into a wedding celebration so there’s no limit to what she’ll do for the real thing.
Bleu looks sad. “What’s wrong?”
She reaches up and wipes several tears from her face. “I’m sad my family won’t be there. Or even aware that I’m a bride.”
“Your family is welcome to come. I’d like it very much if they were in attendance. I know how happy it would make you.”
She shakes her head. “No. And you know why.”
I do know but it doesn’t mean I’m going along with it. “It’s possible your father may never know but Ellison will have to be told at some point. Are you sure you want her to find out after the fact? I’m sure she’ll be bitter you didn’t tell her beforehand.”
“My sister is the mouth of the south. She’ll rat me out to Dad if she knows I’ve married you.”
I’d really like to change her mind about this decision. “Would it be so bad if your father knew you were marrying?”
“That I’m getting married? No. That I’m marrying you? Hell yes. He’d die of a coronary.”
I don’t know Harold MacAllister but I think Bleu may give him too little credit. “Why would he be so opposed? I’m going to take care of you. You’d never find another man who will provide you with the life I’ll give you.”
She looks at me as though I’ve grown two heads. “My dad’s FBI. You’re the future leader of a criminal organization. He dedicated his life to going undercover so he could arrest people like you.”
She forgets one thing. “You were an agent sworn to uphold the law and you seem to like me just fine. He might also. I’m not an unlikable person.”
She sighs. “He might like you as a person but he’d never accept the things you do.”
She shouldn’t be so closed-minded. “He’s a dying man. He might be happy—or maybe even relieved—to know there’s a man who is fully committed to loving and protecting his little girl.”