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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Sean

TARA IS TWO weeks to her due date. As promised I have pulled back significantly from my enforcer duties. Oscar and Rian have been more than happy to take over, and Jake and Zack are loving being off the bar, and back in a true mafia role.

Their words. Not mine.

With the Street Soldier’s gang in tatters, and the last few members scattering into the wind, I feel like an immense weight has lifted off my shoulders. Patrick is still out there, but from what he have heard, the Cartel has put a bounty on his head since he couldn’t meet their agreed upon results.

With the mafia side of business under control, I had turned my attention to our legal enterprises. After everything I put Tara through, I knew I needed to make changes there too, and with a baby coming, I didn’t want to have to be at the club all hours of the night. I want to be home, with my family. I want to get up in the night to feed, change, and rock them to sleep.

That’s why I hired Laura as an assistant. She’ll be helping me manage the businesses along side Callum. Tara was nervous when I first proposed the idea. She didn’t want me throwing jobs to her friends just to make her happy. When I reminded her that Laura graduated top of her class in hospitality management, and was head hunted straight out of college by no less than four companies, she caved and agreed as long as I promised not to treat her any different than I would anyone else. Her friends don’t like hand-outs.

I had no problem with that, and honestly after just one week with Laura, I realized how much of a ball-buster she is. I don’t know how I ever got shit done before her. We remodeled the conference room at Eclipse, it’s now split into two offices. One for Laura, and one for Tara, though Tara will be starting maternity leave in a few days, and she isn’t sure she wants to return to work after the baby. She has my full support no matter what she wants. She can go back to work, just preferably one in Chicago, or she can be a stay-at-home mom, or she can even go back to school to get her doctorate.

Tara and Laura are loving that they get to see each other every day.

And I’m enjoying getting to witness her smile everyday.

The decision to hire Laura was made even easier once I found out she was secretly dating Rian, he’s a good and loyal man, and after he sat me and Killian down to ask if could tell Laura about the Doyle family because things were betting serious, I knew my decision was made. Killian gave his blessing, and I got a new assistant.

It also gave Tara another person to talk to about her struggles with my life. The same struggles that Laura has admitted to feeling on occasion.

With all the changes in place, I finally have the ability to focus on Tara and the baby. We’ve spent the last few weeks going on dates, talking, and getting the nursery decorated. She had been gathering bits and pieces throughout the pregnancy, but with it being crunch time, we had to start painting and putting together furniture.

The other great thing about less work, is that Tara and I had more time for sex. The further along in her pregnancy, the higher her sex drive seemed to be. And she wasn’t shy about asking for it. Or rather demanding it.

Hell, just yesterday, I was sitting in my office, doing paperwork, when Tara came waltzing through the door, no hello, no kiss, she just dropped to the floor and began undoing my pants.

When she was done giving me a blow job, she winked, thanked me for the pickle and left the room. Little hellcat.

I repaid the favor a little while later, when I bent her over her desk in her office. Thank god, I thought ahead to have her new office soundproofed when it was renovated. She was not quiet in bed. Not that I minded. In fact, I fucking loved it. I’m just possessive and want all those noises for myself.

I’m so lost in my thought’s that I don’t realize Killian has entered, until his shadow falls over me. He smiles knowingly at me. “You’re welcome.”

Confused I ask. “For what?”

“For pushing you to get a wife.”

I laugh. “You cannot seriously be taking credit for me and Tara.” He doesn’t answer, just raises a brow. “Okay, fine, I concede that you may have helped me to open myself up to the possibility of a wife and kids someday, but finding Tara and making her mine, was all me.”

“Technically it was Jessica.”

“Fuck off.” I rebut with zero heat. We can laugh about it now, but at the time, it seriously pissed me off. If it had been any woman other than Tara that I had knocked up, I don’t know what I would have done. Definitely wouldn’t have married them, that’s for sure.

“You all set for tonight?” He asks.

“Fuck yes.” I proclaim proudly. I’ve got a surprise planned for Tara. I’ve pulled out every romantic move I can think of, and even ran the ideas by her girls for their approval. Killian and Callum are in on the plan, because I needed to request that for no reason except for an absolutely emergency, do we get disturbed tonight.

“Good. Have fun. You deserve it.” As men we don’t tend to talk about our feelings. As mafia men, we tend to bury them so deep we don’t feel them at all. At least not until a special someone barges into your life and demands your attention. I found that with my Tara. I’m hopeful it will happen for Killian, Grady, and Callum someday.

I finish packing up my paperwork, and head across the hall to Tara’s office. I already know she’s done with work for the day. When I get to her, I don’t say a word, I just pick her up, and carry her out to the car.

She laughs and calls me a caveman. The rest of the drive, we make idle chit chat, I wondered if I would be hit with nerves the closer we got to the apartment, but the nerves never come.

I unlocked the door, and let Tara step in first. I had left the club earlier in the day so I could set this all up as a surprise. I had red rose petals scattered in a line from the door to the bedroom. There were about five hundred flame-less candles scattered around every surface of the apartment, even the floor.

The dining room table is set for a romantic dinner for two. Complete with a champagne bucket of ice and a chilled bottle of sparkling grape juice.

I am hoping to see a big smile on her face when she turned around. Instead she was crying. Immediately I wondered how I could have fucked things up.

“What’s wrong? What don’t you like?”

“Nothing.” She sniffles. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She laughs and wipes the tears away. “Stupid hormones, I sweat I’m happy. Ridiculously happy.”

My heart leapt. Then began beating so loud, I was sure Tara could hear it.

Taking her hand, I moved her deeper into the apartment, all the way to the bedroom, then dropped down to one knee.

“We’ve done everything in this relationship ass backwards, so sticking with what we do best, I have one more milestone I want us to make out of order.” Then I pull out my ring. I didn’t get her one, since I already put my claim on her with a giant rock. Instead, I got myself a ring. One that I would wear proudly to declare myself off the market. Tara immediately laughs when she sees the ring. “We’re already married, and I’ll never let you divorce me, however I never asked you what you wanted, so I’m doing it now.” I grab her hands in mine, making sure the ring is tucked in her palm. “Tara, I love you. With every once of my heart, I’m glad it was you I knocked up.” She snorts at my comment. “There is no one else I would have gone after, no one else I would have apologized to, and no one else I would have claimed as my own. Pregnant or not, I would have eventually gotten my head out of my ass and we would have still ended up here. Married and knocked up. Because you are it for me sweetheart. You are my everything. Will you please never ask for a divorce?”

Again she snorts, and this time I join her in laughing. “Yes.” She says. Her head bobbing up and down repeatedly. “Absolutely, fucking yes. I will never divorce you.” Then she slides the ring on my finger. “Need you.” She adds as she begins to unbutton my shirt. “Want you naked, and only wearing your ring.”

As soon as she put her hands on me, my cock sprung to life. Hard as nails already, it’s pushing against my zipper, eager to get to inside her. I swear if she wasn’t pregnant already, she’s would have been by the end of the tonight.

A low vibrating growl rumbles in my chest as she abandons my shirt in favor of stripping out of her dress. “Fuck.” Her tits have gotten bigger in recent weeks. I know they are full of milk for our child, but I want to be greedy. I want to spend hours sucking on them, milking them dry. It takes great restraint on my part not to do it. Instead I allow just a few minutes of play for us both.

My clothes disappear in seconds. I’m not even sure if they are still in one piece or if I ripped and shredded them. Honestly, I don’t care either way. I just need her. Need her naked. Need her skin touching mine.

Being so late in her pregnancy has made certain positions impossible, or simply uncomfortable for her and the baby. The one she seems to like the most when she needs it hard and fast, is to be bent over something. Doesn’t matter what. The table, the car, the couch, or a desk. She’s not picky and neither am I.

Tonight, I wanted to be romantic, so with roses petal scattered about, and only the flames of hundred of fake candles illuminating the room, I bend her over the bed. She’s already wet and dripping with need for me. I could push into her tight heat right now and send us both to heaven.

Not yet. I decide. I want her to remember this. I want to treat this like our wedding night. I want to give her hours and hours of pleasure. So with my cocking aching and protecting, I slide down to my knees behind her. I run my tongue through her folds, tasting every drop of her honey she has to offer, then once I’ve thoroughly removed it, I latch onto her clit, and drive two fingers into her. I lick, suck, and bite until her orgasm rocks her and a fresh dish of honey has been served.

I repeat the process twice more. Until her legs are shaking, and her moans have turned to cries of mercy.

I stand, and press myself against her. Letting her feel my thick cock along her ass. “You doing okay sweetheart?” I ask, as I rub small circles down ad around her back.

“Wonderful.” She replies lazily.

“Ready for more?”

“God, yes.” She moans as I tease her hole with the tip of my erection.

“Not god. Your husband. Your lover. Your man.”

“How about I just call you mine.”

“Fucking perfect.” I growl as I press my bulbous head into her tight wet heat. Her lips and pussy already swollen from the attention of my mouth and fingers. “Mine.” I repeat as I thrust deep and hard. I know she can take it. That she fucking loves it.

There’s a sheen of sweat coating both our bodies. The scent of sex and sweat filling the air. I harder I thrust, the more she moans.

“I’m close. Holy shit. I’m close.” She yells.

“My girl. My good fucking girl.” I moan. My voice not strong enough to yell. Too focused on holding off my orgasm. I don’t want it to end yet. I want more. I want everything from more. “My wife. My woman.”

Her pussy begins to flutter. I don’t even need to reach around and tap her clit, she’s ready to explode just from my cock.

The tell-tale sign of my orgasm builds down my spine. My balls drawing up tight. When I can hold it off no longer, I manage to growl, “MINE.” Before dumping spurt after spurt of cum into her.

While my legs can still hold me, I lift her and place her on the bed, facing the side. She has a a lazy satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her eyes are closed, and I hear whisper. “Yours.”