Kingpin (Breeding 4)

“Oh, you’re so getting spanked,” I promise, and she giggles with her mouth full of cock. “Sit up, Thea. We’ve got cameras coming up.”

The words are enough to get her to stop playing, and she sits up, licking her lips and giving me a wicked smile. I tuck my cock away as I pull into the driveway and up to the front of the house.

When I park, I go around to the other side of the car and open her door, yanking her out and pulling her up into my arms.

“The devil doesn’t grin with that much evil,” I say as we pass the entrance and some of the staff. I carry her straight up to bed and kick the door closed behind us. I toss her on the bed, and she laughs right before I grab her ankle and pull her to the end of the bed. “Bend over. You’re about to get it.”

“I think you mean this as a threat,” she says, sliding off her dress slowly, then taking off her underwear, too. “But telling me you’re going to spank me or make love to me isn’t exactly punishment.”

She’s right, but I’m not about to tell her that.

I watch as she comes to the edge of the bed and bends over, spreading her legs. She looks back at me over her shoulder and eyes me with invitation.

“Fuck,” I groan at the sight of her. Her round ass up in the air, ready for me. I don’t know where to start, but I’ve got all the time in the world.

“I want the Kingpin,” she says, and winks at me.

This woman not only has me by the heart and soul, but she’s got me by the balls, too. I’m okay with that, though. Because the more ways I’m wrapped around her, the better.

“Be careful what you ask for,” I say, moving behind her and sliding my cock into her wet opening. “You just might get it.”

“Forever?” she asks on a moan when I thrust all the way inside.

“And ever,” I reply, kissing her shoulder as I work my thick cock in and out of her.

“I love you, Salvatore.”

“I love you, too, angel.” I wrap one arm around her waist while the other slips between her legs. “And I can’t wait to love the family we make.”

Epilogue

Thea

Four years later…

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

I look up to see the young clerk standing closer than I realized. I was too busy reading the back of t

he book to notice someone had walked over.

“No, I’m fine thank you,” I say. I give him a polite smile and move a little away from him and put the book at my side.

“That’s a great book if you’re thinking about reading it. The author has a great way of giving details without making it boring.”

I look up at him and raise an eyebrow. I’m currently holding a copy of Mounted by the Bear, the seventh book in a shifter series I’m dying for. I doubt this guy has any clue what book I’m here for.

“Go away.” I hear the deep rumble of my dear husband from behind the clerk and I have to bite back a smile.

“Yes,” he says and moves quicker than I expected for someone his size.

“Thanks for that,” I say, walking to where Salvatore is standing. “It’s embarrassing enough buying a paperback of this book. I don’t need some kid trying to shame me.”

“Did he give you any shit?” His eyes narrow in the direction he went in.

“No, I think he was trying to impress me with his knowledge of literature. I’m not sure. Either way, I’m ready to go. Are you?”

“I got you a smoothie. I’ll take your book and check out for you,” he says, leaning down and kissing me on the neck before taking my book and handing me my fruity beverage.

I love that he’s not embarrassed by what I like to read. And he’s willing to do it for me so I don’t have to turn beet red at the checkout.

I shoot a quick text to Emma, who’s watching the kids. She was our live-in nurse before she became part of the family. She sends me back a picture of six boys and a giant pile of Legos. I shake my head and smile. Four of them are hers, and they look just like their father.

Salvatore and I have been blessed with two boys, and I reach down, rubbing my belly, hoping that this time it’s a girl. He wants at least two more, but he never likes finding out beforehand. He likes it to be a surprise and I like being able to make him happy.

He’s stayed true to every promise he ever made me, and he’s given me all that I’ve asked for and more. There’s only ever been a few ways I’ve been able to pay him back, and that happens to be one of them.

We should all know in a couple of weeks what we’re having, and I’m about to burst with excitement. I feel like this pregnancy is so different than my last two, but who knows. As long as the baby is healthy, that’s all I want.

I spot a pink sparkly cover out of the corner of my eye and I take a step over to see what it is. As I reach for the book, I feel the familiar pain shoot across my belly and down my back.

“Oh shit,” I whisper, and grab on to the bookshelf.

Before it’s even possible, Salvatore is at my side and wrapping his arm around me.

“Angel, talk to me,” he says worriedly, and I breathe through the pain.

“The baby. It’s time,” I clip, feeling the contraction hit hard. Harder than with my other pregnancies.

“Ambulance, now!” I hear Salvatore shout, and the next thing I know he’s carrying me out of the store.

His men are waiting outside and it’s one of the few times I’m really glad they’re with us. Three of the guys help Salvatore get me in the back and keep me stable while one jumps in the front and hits the gas.

I have three more contractions, one on top of the other, before we can make halfway to the hospital. There’s a tractor trailer turned over and the traffic is backed up.

“Use the emergency lane!” Salvatore shouts to the driver, and he’s trying to. He’s got the hazard lights on and he’s honking the horn, but people aren’t getting out of the way.

“Sal, I don’t want to have my baby in this car,” I cry out as another one hits me.

“Shh. Breathe, Thea. Breathe, baby,” he soothes, rubbing my back. “Just think, we probably conceived him in here.”

I want to laugh, but the pain is taking over, and I feel like I might pass out.

“Get this thing moving, or so help me god, I’m going to start shooting!” Salvatore roars, and every one of his guys are on the phone.