Chapter Twenty-Five

"What the fuck are we watching?" I ask Mila. She"s lying on top of me on the couch, my hand on her ass and her head on my bare chest. We"re watching some bullshit on the History Channel. Well, she"s watching it. I"m thinking about taking her upstairs to fuck her.

"The Curse of Oak Island," she says with a little laugh. "They"re searching for treasure the Templars buried on an island in Nova Scotia centuries ago. They"re going to find it this year." She sounds so certain. It"s fucking cute.

"Baby, I doubt the Templars buried treasure in Canada," I say, laughing.

"Whatever," she mumbles. "They"re going to find it."

"How long have they been looking?" I ask her, my gaze on the television as a group of men lowers a diver down into a pipe. The damn thing is so narrow the diver can barely move.

"A few years. Well, this group has been looking for a few years. People have been searching the island for a long time, though. They"ve found all kinds of really cool stuff."

"But no treasure."

"Yet," she says. "They haven"t found the treasure yet."

I chuckle at her and squeeze her ass. She kisses my chest and then settles, her eyes locked on the television again. I just lay there and hold her, running my hands up and down her back.

The fact that she"s afraid the only way to fix shit between me and Tahani is by her leaving fucking kills me. There"s no way in hell I will ever let that happen. I know not hearing from Tahani is breaking her heart, but I"m working on it. I"ve been working on it for days. I can"t tell Mila that yet, though. Not until I get confirmation.

Until then, if she needs to see Tahani or talk to her, I"m all for it.

Regardless of what is said, though, Mila isn"t leaving me. I"ll drag her back, kicking and screaming if I have to do it. She"s mine. My entire fucking future rests in her little hands. I"ll do whatever I have to do to keep her with me.

"Let me up, baby," I murmur to her when my phone starts ringing from the kitchen.

"I"m comfortable," she grumbles and then lets me slide out from underneath her, her eyes still riveted to the television and whatever the fuck they"re digging through the mud looking for.

I run a fingertip down her cheek and then head toward the kitchen to get my phone.

"Yeah?" I ask Finn, holding the phone to my ear.

"Are you secure?"

"Yeah."

"The raid is going forward," he says without preamble.

"About fucking time," I mutter, my heart slamming against my ribcage. It"s almost over. Fucking finally. "When?"

"Early Monday morning. The FBI and ICE are sending a team. The DEA is sending in Jason Ames from Seattle and a couple of their guys from Sinaloa to help get shit sorted." He snorts like he doesn"t think we need the help, but I"ll take anyone they want to send us so long as it means we"re finally doing this.

"What about the two agents Guerrero"s people tried to kill?" I wouldn"t mind getting a chance to talk to them. If they were worried enough to blow up a club with one of them inside, I have a feeling they think he knows more about their plans than they"d like. I want to know what they were trying so fucking hard to hide.

"No," Finn says. "Ames was adamant that we leave Riley out of it for the time being. He"s still pretty fucked up. I"m not even sure if he"s out of the hospital yet. And Kincaid, the agent who was shot, won"t step foot in LA."

Shit. I know that name. Fucking everyone knows Kincaid"s name. He"s been taking down gangs and MCs in Seattle for years. He"s the only goddamn thing they fear. They"ve been trying to kill him for seven years now and can"t ever seem to finish the damn job. Every time they try, he just comes back and rips their fucking worlds apart. I"ve never met him, but I know why he won"t step foot in LA. The shit he went through here, well, I wouldn"t come back, either. I won"t ask him to unless we have no other choice.

"Are you fucking sure you want to do this, Roman?" Finn asks. "You know these motherfuckers and their hideouts better than anyone, but we can find a different way."

"I"m positive," I say, swallowing hard at his words. I"ve been planning for this for days, but now that the time has come, a tiny flicker of hesitation flows through me.

"There will be no going back if you"re with us on this," he reminds me.

"I know. I"m not changing my mind," I tell him, my voice soft.

Finn curses and then sighs. "You"ve had a good run, man. Ten years is a long fucking time for this shit."

"I"m ready," I murmur, glancing back toward the living room. Once we do this, there will be no more working undercover for me. Every gangbanger and cartel member in the fucking state will know I"m with the ATF. There will be no hiding behind masks, no getting inside places no one else can go.

No more lying to Tahani or worrying about Mila getting caught in the middle. For the first time in ten years, I"ll be out. Done. Making the decision didn"t require a single fucking second of thought. I know what I want—the blonde on my couch. My daughter. The rest of this shit isn"t fucking worth it. Not anymore.

"I"ve got something else in mind for you," Finn says with a sigh. He"ll never say it, but I think he"s actually going to regret losing me. "We"ll discuss it later."

"Yeah, sounds good." I stand there for a long moment after disconnecting. Until Mila, I never thought about getting out of undercover or about a life after this shit. I"ve spent the last ten years of my life dealing with gangbangers and cartels. But with my partner getting out, with Mila here, with Tahani not speaking to me…I"m ready to move on, to start living again.

I never fucking thought I"d live to see the day I wanted something else, but I do. So badly I can taste it.

When I make my way back to the living room, the television is off, and Mila is nowhere to be found. I check the deadbolts on the front door, turn off the lights, go back to the kitchen to check the locks on that door, and then head upstairs to find her.

"Mila?" I call out. She doesn"t answer, but light shines from beneath the bedroom door, so I head in that direction, feeling like a weight has been lifted off my chest. Now that the end is in sight, I feel like I can breathe again.

In a matter of days, Guerrero will be dealt with. Mila will be safe. I can finally tell Tahani all the shit I"ve been hiding from her for years.

As soon as I step inside the bedroom, Mila"s scent hits me, and my dick immediately hardens. I swear to Christ, the way she smells makes me crazy. I"ll be in the middle of doing something and the smell of peaches hits me, and I"m done for. All I can think about is being inside her again.

I stroll toward the bathroom when I hear the shower running.

"Jesus," I mumble, stopping in the doorway when I catch sight of her. She"s completely naked, her hair piled on top of her head. She leans over the vanity on her tiptoes, her ass in the air as she does something to her eyebrows.

"Hey," she says, smiling at me in the mirror when she sees me standing there. Her eyes are soft and clear, her earlier distress nowhere to be found, thank fuck. "Is everything okay?" she asks me, her smile slipping when I don"t immediately respond to her.

I push away from the door and prowl toward her. Her gaze drops from my face to my chest and then to my abs, her eyes darkening. I fucking love the way she licks her lips when she looks at me like she wants to taste me on her tongue.

"Everything"s fine." I step up behind her until my body presses into hers. I slide one hand around her waist, splaying it across her stomach.

She moans softly when my erection presses against her ass.

I watch her in the mirror, drinking her in. I love the way her eyes heat and darken, her face flushing with desire. Those sexy curves and golden skin are soft beneath my hands, and her nipples are dark. She looks so tiny with me wrapped around her, breakable.

She"s far from that, though.

"What are you doing?" she breathes when I kiss her shoulder and then the side of her neck.

"Getting in the shower with you," I say, smirking at her in the mirror as I step back and pop the button on my jeans.

Her tongue runs along her bottom lip again, desire dancing through her eyes.

I strip quickly, my dick smacking against my stomach as soon as it"s free. I grab her hand and pull her into the shower with me. She doesn"t even try to fight me off or protest.

"Roman," she breathes instead.

I mold my body to hers again, letting the water beat down on us from all sides. My hands never leave her body as I wash her up, running my fingertips and palms all over her.

"You"re so fucking soft," I whisper in her ear, running my hands across her nipples and up to her shoulders. I turn her head, tilting it until her lips ghost across my chin, seeking out mine. "I could touch you all day and still not be satisfied, baby."

"Roman," she says again, her eyes falling closed as I slide one hand down her body and into her folds.

She"s soaked already. Her arousal coats my fingers as I stroke her. She feels so fucking good against my fingers.

"I love how wet you get for me," I murmur. "All I gotta do is touch you, and you"re fucking soaked for me."

She mewls and whimpers, shifting against me. I kiss her, drinking her little sounds down my throat as I tease her clit with light strokes.

"Please," she pleads for more.

I don"t give it to her, not yet. I have plans for her tonight. She isn"t coming again until she"s riding my face.

I play with her pussy until I can"t take any more, and then I reluctantly pull away. She grumbles her displeasure, reaching for my cock, but I grab her hand before she can wrap it around me.

She looks up at me, her eyes narrowed. She hates it when I don"t give her what she wants. I swear to God, I get off on seeing that hungry, annoyed look on her face. She"s like a little kitten, pissed off and hissing. Too fucking cute for her own good.

"I want to touch you," she protests, trying to get her hand free.

"Not yet." I pull her forward with a hand on the back of her neck and kiss her hard on the mouth. Before she can wrap herself around me, I break away and turn her toward the shower door. "Dry off and go lay on the bed."

When she takes a step in that direction, I grab her and pull her back into me for a second. My mouth lands against her ear. "Do not even think about making yourself come before I get in there, baby. If you do, I won"t fuck you tonight."

She moans and then huffs.

I kiss her temple and let her go.

Once she"s out of the shower, I wash up, taking my time just to torture her a little. I want her crazy with anticipation before I fuck her, especially after the shit she pulled earlier…refusing to talk to me, calling me Mr. Gregory when she knows how hard that makes me.

She"s always been responsive, but I"ve never seen her come as easily as she did on the couch. I wrap my hand around my dick at the reminder and hiss. I"m already so hard, it"s painful. But I have to take it slow. Aside from my fingers, she"s never had anything in her ass before. I want in there, though. I fucking need it. I need to make her mine in every way possible. I want her so crazy for me, there"s no chance in hell she"ll leave me. Fuck playing fair. She"s mine, and I"ll do whatever I have to do to keep her. If that makes me an asshole, so be it.

I stroke my cock a couple of times to relieve a little pressure and then rinse the soap from my body and climb from the shower to dry off. I take my time, listening to her shift around on the bed.

"Fuck me," I growl when I step into the bedroom and see her. She looks like a wet dream with her hair fanning across the pillows and her legs spread just enough for me to see her pussy already glistening with her juices. Her skin is flushed, and her eyes are wide as she watches me pace toward her.

I stop at the dresser and grab the lube and both of her vibrators before stepping up beside her. Her gaze flits to the items in my hand and then back to mine. She shifts against the bed again and exhales a shaky breath.

"We"ll go slow," I promise her, reading the hesitation mixed with desire in her eyes. She wants this almost as much as I do, but she"s nervous. "If you want me to stop at any time, you just say the word, baby."

"Okay," she whispers sweetly, relaxing again. Her expression clears, excitement creeping in.

I drop everything on the bedside table and climb onto the bed with her. "I love how trusting you are with me," I confess, reaching out to palm her breasts. Her nipples are hard little points beneath my hands. "I love knowing you trust me to take care of you."

She arches into my touch and moans. "I love the way you are with me," she says through another moan when I pinch her nipples. "Even when you fuck me hard, you make me feel like I"m priceless."

Her ex was a fucking idiot. It pisses me off to know he didn"t take care of her like he should have, the way she deserved. I"m glad as hell she never fucking slept with the prick because he didn"t deserve her. He was selfish, always taking instead of giving. I hope like hell he knows what he lost, and I hope that knowledge eats away at him for the rest of his goddamn life. And I also fucking hope, for his sake, that he never tries to contact her because I can"t promise I won"t kill him if he does. Mila may have forgiven him for hurting her, but I will break his jaw if he comes near her.

I never should have let him near her in the first place. I"m not mad that she found comfort with him. I"m not mad that she got to experience dating in college. She deserved that when I couldn"t get out my own fucking way to give it to her. I should have claimed her a long time ago instead of trying to pretend this thing between us wasn"t happening. I failed her, thinking I was doing right by her and protecting her from me. I won"t ever make that mistake again.

No one else will ever fucking touch her. They won"t have a chance.

"You"re mine now, baby. You and my daughter are the most important things in my life. Taking care of you is my job." I lean down and lick across her nipple and then blow on it before leaning back to watch goosebumps suffuse her skin. I slide one hand down her stomach before slipping it between her legs. My thumb circles her clit. I kiss her lips and then her jaw before leaning down to pull a nipple into my mouth. I wrap my tongue around it before biting her.

She moans my name and opens her legs a little wider for me.

I slide two fingers inside her, fucking her with them. Her pussy is so hot around my fingers. I love it.

She lifts one arm, her fingers diving into my hair to hold me to her. She tugs and pulls, making my cock ache with the urge to flip her over and slam inside her. I resist that urge and play with her body instead, tormenting her with pleasure until she"s gasping beneath me and pleading for me to let her come.

When her pussy starts to flutter against my fingers, I slip them from between her legs and release her nipple.

Her frustrated cry turns into a surprised squeak when I pluck her up into my arms and lay back, pulling her up until she"s on her knees beside me.

"Straddle my face," I tell her, tugging her pliant little body until she"s right where I want her—her pussy right above my face with her knees on either side of my head.

"Roman," she whimpers, putting her hands flat on the headboard above my head.

"Goddamn, you look good like this," I growl, my gaze locked on her hot little pussy. She"s bare and so fucking pink and wet. My mouth waters in anticipation. Her smell is intoxicating—peaches, pussy, and home.

"Roman!" she screams when I wrap my hands around her waist and yank her down onto my mouth.

I groan as soon as her taste hits me and then fuck her hard with my tongue. She tenses above me for a split second, shocked, before she moans loudly and starts rolling her hips. I spread her cheeks with my hands on her ass, pulling her even harder onto my face.

Her hips roll as she rocks back and forth above me, calling out my name again and again. She"s shameless as she rides me, which only makes me hotter for her. I eat her like I"m starving, fucking her with my tongue until her juices soak my face.

"Oh God, Roman. Oh God," she cries out, that sweet little voice breaking as she comes, her thighs clamping down on my head.

I fuck her through it, drawing as much pleasure from her writhing body as I can. I"m as shameless as she is, as desperate and needy.

I press one finger against the tight ring of her ass. She"s so wet that the tip slips inside with little resistance.

She gasps in surprise and then pleasure as I work it in and out of her ass, still fucking her with my tongue.

Within seconds, she"s moaning my name again and riding my face like she can"t stop herself. I add another finger, stretching her, trying to get her ready to take me. I want her crazy with lust before I fuck her. I don"t want to hurt her, and my dick is a lot bigger than anything she"s used to having in her ass.

"Play with your tits for me, Mila," I tell her before shoving my tongue back into her sweet cunt and pressing a third finger into her asshole.

While she"s riding my face and playing with her tits, lost in a haze of desire, I grab one of her vibrators off the table. It takes a little maneuvering, but I finally manage to lube up the toy. It"s not as long or as thick as my cock, but it"s a hell of a lot thicker than the three fingers I currently have in her ass.

I hold the vibrator in my free hand and redouble my efforts between her legs. Her clit bumps against my nose every time she rocks forward. She"s close to coming all over my face again.

I snarl against her pussy, twisting and pushing and stretching her with my fingers.

When she cries out my name, letting me know she"s right there, I slide my fingers out of her ass and press the vibrator up against the puckered hole.

Her gasp turns into a whimper as I push the toy against her asshole. The tight ring of muscle resists for a moment before the head pops inside. She tenses immediately, groaning.

"Relax, baby," I murmur against her pussy and then flick my tongue over her clit. I hold the vibrator steady, letting her get used to having the tip inside her.

Once she relaxes against me again, I slide it in a little bit further.

"Roman," she whimpers above me. Her little body trembles with anticipation and the need to come.

I thrust my tongue back into her pussy and fuck her with it for a moment. When she starts whimpering again and rocking against me, I push the vibrator a little bit deeper. She tenses up again for a split second and then moans loudly and presses backward, greedy for more.

I take my time, sliding in a little bit at a time until the toy is nestled between those plump cheeks, completely lodged inside her. I hold it there for a moment and let her get used to the way it feels inside her before I start working it in and out of her in slow strokes. Once she starts panting and pushing back against it, I know she"s ready.

"Oh, fuck," she cries when I depress the button on the end of the toy, sending vibrations through her. She comes apart above me instantly, shouting my name as I work the toy in and out of her ass and fuck her pussy with my tongue.

She"s so goddamn hot as she rides my face, pushing her ass back against the vibrator, silently pleading for more. My cock is so hard I feel like I"m going to explode.

I fuck her through her orgasm until she slumps against the headboard above me, and then I slide out from beneath her, keeping the vibrator inside her.

Her little body is pliant as I move her, laying her on her stomach with a pillow under her hips. She"s still gasping for breath and trembling as the vibrator continues to work inside her. I grab the second vibrator and the lube. She"s so fucking wet, I"m not even sure we need lube, but I coat my cock in it anyway, wanting to make this as painless as possible for her.

"Please, please," she whimpers when I kneel behind her, lifting her hips higher. I slide one hand between her legs, playing with her pussy again as I work the vibrator in and out of her a few more times. Once she"s moaning my name over and over, I slide it out, switch it off, and drop it onto the bed beside me.

"Stay still," I warn her as I push the head of my cock against her asshole, knowing I need to take this slow. If I feel her sexy little ass wriggling against me, I"ll lose it, and hurting her isn"t an option for me.

She tips her ass up a little higher and then stills, her fingers clenched around the sheets.

I flick her clit as I press forward. Her body resists me for a moment just like it did the toy, and then the head of my cock slips inside. She whimpers in pain, her body tensing.

I groan, fighting to hold still. She"s so fucking tight. So fucking hot.

I stroke my thumb against her clit, drawing circles around it until she relaxes and starts wiggling beneath me. When she does, a little bit more of my dick slips inside her.

"Stay still, baby," I remind her through gritted teeth. I"m barely inside her, and I"m already about to come. There is no fucking way I"m going to last if she keeps moving.

I take my time, sliding inside her inch by inch, letting her get used to me, stretching her with every inch forward. It feels like it takes forever before I"m finally all the way inside her, her ass flush against my hips. She feels incredible around me.

"Fuck, baby," I groan, rocking into her. "I knew this ass was made for my cock. You feel so fucking good."

"Roman," she whimpers.

"What do you need, baby?" I ask, leaning forward to press adoring kisses into her skin.

God, I love her. So fucking much, I can"t breathe through the emotion.

"More. Please."

I tilt my hips back and then press forward. She moans, her voice breaking.

Jesus Christ, she"s perfect.

I hold her hip in one hand and glide in and out of her a couple of times. When she sobs wordlessly, her hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets, I know this feels as good for her as it does for me.

I want to give her more. Hell, I want to give her everything.

"I love you, Mila." I maneuver around until I"m able to press the unused vibrator against her clit. I turn it on as I glide in and out of her in short strokes, making her yell my name. Her head flies back, her hair falling down her back in waves as she writhes and moans.

I fuck her slow, fighting not to come until she"s right there on the edge, ready to topple over. As soon as she starts chanting my name, I slide the vibrator inside her.

She comes immediately, rocking back against me as she flies apart. I fuck her through it, sliding the vibrator in and out of her in time to my thrusts. The vibrations from the toy go right to my cock, leaving me gasping.

"I love you," she cries out, sobbing in pleasure.

Those words undo me completely. I thrust harder, slamming myself inside her until my balls draw up tight. My stomach clenches as I thrust twice more and then still, roaring her name as I come hard.

"Please," she gasps, still writhing as the vibrator continues to work inside her, throwing her into another orgasm. "Please! It"s too much!" She throws her head back, wailing in ecstasy as her body clamps around me.

I bite her shoulder, growling through a curse. Fucking Christ, she"s a goddamn dream.

As aftershocks rip through her, I slide the vibrator from her body, turning it off.

We fall together, tangled in a sweaty heap, gasping for breath. Shaking.

"I love you, Mila." I press kisses everywhere I can reach, so fucking in love with her that I can"t breathe through it. "Jesus, baby. I love you."

"Roman," she whimpers, clinging as if I"m her world. In this moment, I think I might be.