Loving Ean (The Fae Guard Book 2) (39 page)

“Seems like we may have found another winner.” Laila smirks, and nods, clearly lacking the energy to even speak.

“I had this one custom made for you,” I purr. She lifts an eyebrow, but doesn’t inquire into my meaning. “I couldn’t find one with just the right part for the middle, to use for tension. So, I bought this, I figured it would work.” I’ve got the chain wrapped up in my fist and I hold it out, waiting for her to open her palm beneath it. When it’s in place, I loosen my grip and the chain drops, dangling a ring, just millimeters from her hand.

A two carat, blue, solitaire diamond sparkles as the sun bounces off of the gem. As it spins in the light, the color seems to vacillate from blue to green and back. Directly below the solitaire are round prong set diamonds. They graduate down the split bands on the sides, and are also on the rings front and back.

Laila stops breathing, frozen, staring at the ring as I drop it all the way to her palm. “Do you like it?” I ask, nervously. When I saw it, I pictured it on her finger as we clasp hands over the alter, as she rests her hand on a belly swollen with our baby, as her hands explore my body, and I’ve pictured it in a hundred different times and places, always looking as though it belongs there.

“Are you kidding, Ean? It’s amazing,” she breathes.

I feel as though the sun must be shining through my smile, I’m mildly surprised it’s not blinding her. “Baby, I’ve made choices that were as stupid as they come, ones that are thought out, ones that were spontaneous, and some that were pretty smart. But the perfect choice, I’ve only done that once. It was when I chose to love you forever.”

Tears are spilling from her eyes and running down into her hair as it spreads out around her like a halo. I slowly swipe my thumb along each streak and then trace her lips, parted in the most exquisite smile. “I want to show the world that I haven’t only accepted being with you because we are fated. I want the world to know that I’m claiming you, body, mind, and soul. To see this ring and know that I’m branding you with my love. You are mine and I want to make damn sure every man out there knows it.” My lips brush across hers, and I rub our noses together before nuzzling my face in her neck.

I jump when I feel the sting of her hand slapping my shoulder. “Ean, you want to get on with it?” I laugh into her neck, then place a soft kiss on her jaw, and look up into her eyes.

“Will you marry me, baby?”

“Yes! Hell, yes! Fucking, yes!” she screams. And, I’m suddenly reminded that we are very naked, completely plastered against one another, and I’m suddenly acutely aware of the painful throbbing in my cock.

I snatch the ring from her hand, unscrew the chain from the clip, and slide it off. Tossing the contraption to the floor, I slip the ring on her finger, and kiss it. “Let’s see if I can make you scream those same words again,” I growl and attack her lips with all of the desperation that has suddenly flooded my every sense.

Laila’s hands come to the back of my neck, but when I slant my mouth over hers and deepen the kiss, her nails suddenly rake down my back and grab my ass. I have nothing left to hold on to. I move up on to my knees, forcing her hands to move to my biceps, and grab her luscious ass, tilting her pussy up and—“You’re fucking soaked, baby.” I tear my gaze from the plump lips and look at her. “Do you want my cock, baby? I want to be buried so deep in my heaven that you will be squeezing the fuck out of me.”

“Ean, please,” she begs.

I position myself, resting on my left knee, the other raised up in front of me, my foot flat. I lift her left leg over mine and curl it around my waist, then I slide her right leg under and lift her hips up, angling her slightly to the left and slam my cock into her pussy, both of us crying out in ecstasy. “Baby, this makes you even fucking tighter. How is that possible?” I pull almost all of the way out and slant her hips a little further before driving in deep again. I can already feel the tell-tale tightening of her pussy, the suction so strong, I can barely pull out.

I pinch one of her nipples, most likely still tender from the clasps and her hip automatically thrust up and meet me as I slam in, and this time, I’m gone. I pound into her over and over, my grip on her hips so strong, she’ll be bruised tomorrow. Our sweat soaked bodies slap as they come together and it makes me hungry for the sound of my hand on her ass. I pull out and flip her the rest of the way to the left until she is on her stomach, “rest on your forearms, baby.” After she’s up, I bring my other knee down, splayed wide, and lift her, putting both legs around my waist, twisting them so that her heels meet, and her thighs are open, her ass and her pussy both on display. I watch my cock sink back into her heat and halfway in, I hear the crack of my hand on her ass as I crash in so far I hit her cervix.

“Oh fuck, Laila! Yes!”

Rhythm takes back over and I bang into her over and over, the sound of my hand on her ass every so often causing us both to shout.

“Ean! It’s so—oh fuck! Yes!”

I need to see her face. I pull out and she curses at me in protest, but its cut off when I flip her over and dive back in to the steady beat. “I want to see your eyes, Laila.” My body comes down over hers, and I sink into the bottomless green, swirling with lust and love. My spine starts to tingle and I feel a burn running all the way to fingers and toes, my balls drawing up tight, ready to detonate.

“I’m so close, Ean. Harder, just a little more.” Her eyes begin to drift closed.

“You’re eyes, Laila!” I yell, and pinch her nipple roughly. She cries out and opens her eyes. I stare, keeping a complete connection between us as I reach down and press on her clit. Another scream rips from her throat, her body so tightly wound that I’m lost to the feeling of her orgasm milking mine, demanding that I release everything in me, and I flood her with my come.

“Oh, baby, yeah! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck yes!” I’m chanting and I don’t give a fuck. Throughout our release, we never lose eye contact, both lost in each other in every way possible. I’ve never, ever come so hard, so deep, so . . . Fuck. This woman is my everything. She owns me.

“No regrets?” I ask.

“No regrets.”

I KNOCK ON ADEN
and Shaylee’s door and it flies open, causing me to stagger back a step. Shaylee is standing in the doorway, her face a mottled red, her breathing erratic. She grabs my arm and tugs me inside the apartment, over to the living room, then jabs her finger across the room. “Say goodbye to your brother, Laila.”

Aden is casually leaning against the kitchen island, his hands tucked into his loose cargo pants, and a complete lack of emotion on his face. I’m confused, until I survey Aden a little closer. He’s fighting a smile and his blue t-shirt is stretching across his broad chest a little tighter than usual. He’s
literally
puffed up with pride. My hands fly to my mouth and no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep from doubling over in laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Laila!” She actually stomps her foot. “Your fucking asshole brother couldn’t keep his dick, which I’m considering breaking (that wipes any semblance of a smile from Aden’s face), in his pants!” She grabs a book off of the coffee table and chucks it, with decent aim, I might add, and it hits him in the head before he can duck.

“Ouch, baby! Would you watch it? Calm down, you’re overreacting.”

Oh, stupid, stupid man.
Another book goes flying, but he just makes the duck this time.

“Aden, if I see you again today, you won’t be able to teach our son how to be a man because I’ll have ripped off your balls and kicked you so hard between the legs, you’ll have a vagina!”

“Baby—” Aden cajoles.

“Out, Aden!” Shaylee screams. His entire countenance falls and any pride or happiness that was lingering is snuffed out. He looks at me pleadingly and I roll my eyes, but give him a little nod. I’m such a sucker. I should totally be taking Shaylee’s side, but my big brother’s puppy eyes are impossible for me to resist. I make a little shooing motion and he sulks as he trudges to the door. A pillow hits him in the head and I giggle, unable to keep it inside.

Before he leaves, he turns back, “For eternity, baby.” Then he leaves and Shaylee collapses into a hysterical heap on the couch.

“Laila, Puck isn’t even three months old! What am I going to do?”

She sounds devastated and I slip my arms around her, hugging her and letting her rest her head on my shoulder. “You’re pregnant?” I’m just clarifying. No way do I ever think, in any way, shape, or form, that Aden would cheat, but better to be safe than sorry. Shaylee nods, her crying has decreased to sniffles and hiccups now, and she stammers out an affirmation. “Is it really such a bad thing?” I ask cautiously. I have no desire to ignite another round of hysterics.

She sits up, then collapses back against the couch and sighs, “No. It’s not that I don’t want the baby. I love being a mom. I just wanted to wait until the twins, and Puck, were older. For fuck’s sake, Laila. It’s not like we can’t have kids for eternity. I wouldn’t be surprised if Cerys and Pop start all over again in a couple of decades.” Shaylee’s grandparents look like they are in their mid-twenties, just like the rest of us. However, they are actually a few hundred years old. Her dad had been over a hundred when he met and married her mom, so Cerys and Pops had been alone for quite a while. Fae don’t age, therefore, we don’t lose the ability to conceive or carry children, and a lot of times, after a while, a couple may continue on with their family, because hey, why the hell not?

“I’m just so pissed at Aden. He just rams his stupid, potent dick into me any chance he gets, and the horny bastard gets us so worked up, he forgets the fucking condom.”

I screw up my face in disgust, “Ok, Shaylee, I want to be here for you and support you, but if you keep talking about my brother’s junk and how he uses it with you, I’m outta here.” Shaylee laughs and shakes her head, her temper finally calming. “I admit, Aden can be a real jackass, but it’s not like he’s not here all the time, helping you, and making sure that you have time to recuperate.”

She throws me a dirty look and harrumphs.” If you’re going to be logical, you’re no help to me at all.” We both laugh and she sighs again, then cocks her head at me curiously. “Sorry, you obviously came here for a reason and I trampled right over you.”

I shrug and smile. “I figured we get back around to it eventually.”

“What’s up?”

I roll my eyes and point to the ceiling, “Idiot wants me to borrow a pregnancy test because I threw up earlier this morning. We had a really rich dinner last night and it just didn’t sit well. But, I’m going to humor—” I’m cut off when Shaylee yanks my hand down and brings it up to her face.

“Holy crap!”

Oh, right. Forgot about that.

“I got so distracted.” I laugh, “Sorry about that. Ean proposed this morning.” Shaylee squeals and throws her arms around me, and I struggle to breathe. “Um, Shaylee, I need some oxygen, girl.”

“Oh, Laila.” She releases me, kisses my cheek. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve your fairy tale ending.”

“Thanks.” I beam. “Speaking of my prince, can I steal a test so I can get back to him and show him that he’s crazy? Then, I’ll tell him I think we need lots of practice.” I grin at her and she chuckles as she stands, then jogs down the hall.

She returns with two tests and I slip them in my pocket, give her a hug, and start for the door. I grasp the handle and pull, but before I shut the door, I ask, “How long are you going to make him sweat?”

“Unfortunately, your brother is my biggest freaking weakness. He’ll decide how long, because the next time he walks through the door, the jackass will kiss me stupid and—well, you don’t want to know the rest.”

I shudder, “Definitely not.” I close the door softly behind me and raise an eyebrow at my brother who is pouting against the opposite wall. “You’re welcome. You owe me one gumball machine.”
Caddyshack. Saweeeet!

He obviously heard Shaylee’s answer because he grabs me in a quick hug, then discards me just as rapidly, barging into his house and slamming the door shut. I stare at the door for a second, wondering if I’ve just left an episode of Looney Toons. And, I fervently hope that their kids are with their grandparents.