Dirty Dealers

“Hmm… or he’ll learn to sleep even when it’s not completely dark?”

“So it’s a boy now?” I reach up to move a lock of pale blonde hair off her face.

“He kicks so much. I’ve decided it must be a boy.” Her chin drops, and she slides both palms over her cute baby bump. “A girl would be more relaxed in there.”

“Based on what scientific evidence, Mrs. Hunt?” I confess, I love calling her that.

She giggles and leans straight into my face to kiss me. “Absolutely none, Mr. Hunt.”

Her full breasts slide over my chest, and my cock twitches. I’m feeling my second wind rising, and I cup her breast, rolling her hardening nipple between my fingers. Reaching behind her neck, I pull her closer for a deeper kiss. She moans opening her mouth to let our tongues curl together, but with a groan, she pulls back.

“I have to go.” Her leg untwines from around my waist, and she tries to get up.

“Hang on.” I catch her by the waist and roll her onto her back underneath me. “Why do you have to go?”

“Logan!” she laughs, pushing against my shoulder. “Ava is having a tea for us today. You know this! I can’t be late!”

My lips twist into a frown. “A tea?”

“She’s being so sweet. You’d think we were related by how excited she is about the baby.”

I bend down and plant a kiss just above her navel. “Kid, you are about to be so spoiled.” That gets me another laugh, and I move to the side so she can get out of the bed.

“Where is this tea happening?” I lean against the pillows watching her skip over to the dresser and go through her system of selecting what to wear.

“Occitan. Have you listened to anything I’ve said?” She’s my adorable, naked little pregnant lady. My wife. My badass, blind wife, who won’t back down from cutting out the eyes of a monster.

When Ava told me what they’d done, their plan to kill Blix, I wavered between admiration and total, absolute fury.

They went after that fucking madman. They actually allowed themselves to be kidnapped by him on the slim chance the two of them could outsmart him. The thought of it provokes a fist of rage so hot in my chest, even now with the bastard dead and in the ground I have to distract myself. Still, it is amazing he’s dead in part because my gorgeous wife stuck a push dagger in his throat and a Bowie knife in his eye.

Admiration mixed with anger mixed with anxiety is a curious emotion… I’m calling it Adanxety in honor of my wife’s obsession with unique words.

I’m getting pretty familiar with how it feels.

Rowan’s response was somewhere in the vicinity of nuclear fury. He doubled the watch on Ava and lectured her in front of Freddie and me on the level of freedom he allows her and what will happen if she abuses it again.

Naturally she was livid at his response. Her sapphire eyes blazed like a gas fire, and I worried for a few minutes she would leave for Tortola. Kass had only just moved in with me, and I wasn’t confident she would uproot and go with me after her. Still, I knew Rowan would order us to follow his wife.

It was a tense hour and a half waiting for the king to calm down enough to find his wife and smooth her ruffled, independent feathers. Help came from an unexpected source when the grand duke gently reminded his nephew the Wilder sisters did not come from a royal background. He went even further to remind him exactly how Ava and Zelda did grow up—on

the streets hustling for food and shelter.

That crisis had been averted, and to my knowledge Kass is none the wiser. She and Ava are inseparable, and Ava even secured Kass the job as chief diplomatic interpreter for the king in all his meetings of state. In return, Rowan appointed me as guard to his chief diplomatic interpreter, and I couldn’t have been happier with the assignment.

Kass’s need for autonomy frustrates me, but I respect it. She doesn’t want to be dependent on anyone. After the years she spent as a slave to Blix and his orders, she needs to feel like she’s in control of her life. That much I understand, and she’s found a powerful ally in the queen regent.

The two are fiercely loyal since their victory over the forces of evil. I focus on the fact that we did find them in time, and neither was seriously injured… and not on what might have happened.

Ava has only been angry with my wife once as far as I know—when we ran straight from the doctor’s office to city hall to get married after we confirmed we were pregnant. It had been an impulsive decision, but it had also been joyous and romantic. Neither of us have family—other than Kass’s little brother, and Cameron had been all too willing to meet us for the brief civil ceremony.

We’d been overflowing with love for each other, and the only thing that could have made it better would be to pledge ourselves officially to each other for all time. So we’d done it. Then we left immediately for Campania. We spent three sex-filled days in that beautiful little hamlet by the sea. We’d always said we’d go there, and I wanted nothing more than to watch the sun rise and set over my new wife’s naked body with the noise of the sea in the background.

When we finally returned, blissed out and glowing, Ava threw the most elaborate celebration for a non-royal family to date, and I’m pretty sure her ruffled feathers over missing the ceremony are now soothed.

Kass returns, filling the room with her scent of clean linen and jasmine. She’s so pretty wearing a loose, floral dress with her long hair flowing down her back.

“Are you heading over now?” I can’t keep the grin out of my voice as I watch her move around the room as easy as any sighted person would.