Page 43 of If Tomorrow Never Comes

Her delicate hand comes up to cup my face. Tears pool at the rims of her warm chocolate eyes. “You kept it.”

I kiss each of her flushed cheeks, followed by her cute little nose, then press my lips against those luscious lips. “I always hoped one day we could rewrite our story,” I whisper against her lips before deepening the kiss.

Her fingers clench my hips, pulling me closer to her body. Little moans and mewls mix with the mint on her breath, making my lips tingle. I walk us backward until my legs hit the mattress and gently tug her down with me. Wasting no time, she straddles me and leans down to plant kisses all over my chest and across my stomach. Her fingers trace every inch of ink on my arms by memory. Greedily, they glide lower through the trail of hair below my navel and slip into the waistband of my boxer briefs.

I help her shove them down my thighs, wanting to be inside my womanright the fuck now. Sel situates herself, hovering over my rock hard cock, teasing the head of it at her slick entrance. Myfiancéestrips the black t-shirt off herself and teasingly throws it in my face.

It’s amazing how her body has changed already. She’s always been fucking gorgeous. Now? She’sglowing. I suppose now I understand just how accurate that description is.

Those incredible breasts are plumper.Fuller. Small blue veins spider web across her sun-kissed skin. I cup both my hands around her tits, giving them a delicate squeeze as I lift my hips and enter her. She lowers herself all the way to the hilt and moans, arching her back, and pushing her tits further into my hands. My thumbs lightly rub her darkened nipples until they peak, making her chest rise and fall as her curled hair cascades down her back.

My hands graze down her waist and grip her hips. We start to move together, an erotic dance of two people who never forgot the rhythm.

“Shit, Kil. I’m so fucking sensitiveeverywhere.” She moves her hips with more haste until her breathing becomes labored and sweat begins to bead on her forehead. Not breaking the connection between us or leaving the warmth of her tight swollen pussy, I lean up and roll us over.

“More, Kil. I need more. You aren’t gonna hurt the baby. Fuck me the way I like,” she purrs in my ear while her teeth graze the shell of it.

Goosebumps spring up over my arms as my thrusts quicken. She’s fucking dripping for me and the sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her is turning me into an animal. I rest my elbows against each side of her face and claim her lips. She rings out my name as her pussy clamps around me like a vice.

“Sel. Marry me, baby,” I groan out, holding back another second just to hear her say it.

“Yes!” she says in garbled words as she climaxes. “Yes, Killian Kennedy!Yesssss. I’ll. Be. Your...Wife…Ahhh.” Her eyes roll back like she’s possessed as the most intense climax of my life hits me.

Sel wraps her arms around my back and clutches me to her chest. We are both panting and drenched in sweat. Her fingers lace into my hair as she massages my scalp.

“I love you both.” I lean up to steal another kiss while rubbing her stomach.

I bookeda hotel right near Tourlos Bay. The rectangular infinity pool overlooks the port, giving me the perfect view of Diego’s private yacht—Pontus. I offered Seb a hundred grand to get me the name and coordinates of Diego’s yacht. And fuck, he works quickly. I had the name within fifteen minutesandhe threw in a nice bonus. I need to remind myself when this is all said and done to find a way to send him a thank-you gift. Without him, we may not have found Madison as quickly as we did.

Speaking of Madison, the two of them should be arriving shortly. Diego’s staff have been busy loading supplies on board since I checked in. I drain the rest of my beer and glance at my phone, fixated on thebonusflight route Seb sent me. The blinking yellow helicopter indicates they are only a few minutes away from the helipad ofPontus.

My heart accelerates and I feel like I’m about to have a heat stroke, which would be pretty bad, considering I’m in a pool.I need to calm the fuck down. Just the thought of seeing her withhimmakes my skin crawl. I’ve contemplated marching down to the dock and getting on that damn yacht with them.

Except, Madison can’t know I’m here yet.

The Triquetraneeds to get into port.And fast. I plan on having the staff anchor a few nautical miles away from them. I don’t trust Geraldo.Period. I can guarantee you he is already plotting and scheming some more shady shit. The way he described Madison as Diego’s ‘pet’ makes me sick to my stomach.

If thatTales From The Cryptmotherfucker shows up unannounced, I’m going in guns blazing.

Killian’s orders to lay low be damned.

After arriving in Ireland, I wasted no time hopping on the first commercial flight here. I had time to think on the flight and I’ve come to the conclusion it’s not possible for me to be away from her.Haven’t we already learned that lesson just a few short months ago?I’dneverforgive myself if something happened and I wasn’t there to help. Trust me, I want to respect Madison’s wishes—and I will—for now at least—by remaining on Killian’s yacht.

That doesn’t mean I won’t interfere if that bastard Diego tries to move in on my fianceé.

Just as I crack open another beer from the ice bucket and take a swig, a helicopter flies overhead. Cupping a hand to my forehead, I shield my eyes as it hovers and lands on Diego’s helipad. I waste no time bringing the binoculars I purchased from a tourist to my eyes. I adjust the focus just in time to spot my woman being helped down onto the platform by none other than Diego De La Cruz.

Madison is laughing at something he said. Her eyes are masked by oversized designer sunglasses. It’s hard to say without looking at her eyes, but she looks refreshed. A delicate blue sundress graces her beautiful curves. TheBone Breakerplaces one hand at the small of her back and the other gestures to the guard rail. My fingers clamp down on the binoculars as I turn the dial that brings it into focus. For a moment it becomes blurry.

“Shit.”

When I finally get my girl back in focus, I find her lips parted in awe at the beauty of the island before her. Her head swivels as she scans the coast. For the briefest of moments, her gaze lingers on the balcony where I am. Most likely she can’t see me from here. Yet, I wonder, if in some spiritual way, she can sense that I’m here.Hi, princess.

Diego laces his fingers through hers, breaking her out of her serene moment, and leads her down the steps obscured by black glass.

“Fuck.” That’s going to be a problem. I wasn’t planning on them leaving so soon.

The dock master and staff begin to untie the ropes and a horn blazes, signaling their departure. I know they won’t go far, yet I feel uneasy not having my eye on her.Especiallywith the way he so casually touched my woman and had her laughing.

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