This is having her heart.
And whether or not she’s aware of it yet, she certainly has mine.
I jolt at the sound of pounding on the front door of the bar. I frown, and I can feel Taylor freezing in my arms, her own trained instincts focusing.
“Expecting anyone?” she says quietly.
“No,” I growl, sitting up and wrapping my arms around her tightly. I pull one of the blankets over her, standing and listening again for the next knock.
But, there ain’t no “next knock.”
…Just a gunshot.
I swear, tackling Taylor to the floor as I dive low. The blast is from a shotgun, judging from the sound of it, and I’m guessing it’s just blown my door clean open.
“Stay right—”
“Yeah, uh, no.” Taylor gives me a look, shaking her head fiercely. “Get me a gun.”
“Not a—”
Another shotgun blast thunders from the other side of the wall, over in the bar area, going through the ceiling if I can judge the sound. And that means someone’s shooting wildly. That means someone who’s here angry, not focused. I’ve got fuckin’ laundry list of people who might want me dead, but if you narrow that down to people who want me dead who are also stupid enough to come into my fucking bar shooting, well, that takes the list down.
Actually, these days, it takes it down to only one asshole that I can think of.
Mikey Sims, the hot-headed little shit from Nashville who thinks because I’ve got some silver in my beard he can muscle in and take my empire. The little douchebag doesn’t know that my “criminal empire” is basically gone at this point, and I have a pretty hard time seeing him getting the hang of housing development, business strategy, or stock portfolio diversification.
Hell, I don’t see me getting the hang of that, but that’s why I pay Carson.
“Get me a gun!” Taylor hisses, wrapping a blanket around herself, toga-style.
“I need you to stay down,” I growl as I lunge for the closet, yanking the door open and grabbing a pump-action from the hook inside.
“I broke four sharpshooter records at the academy shooting range that hadn’t been broken in fifty years,” Taylor spits. “Trust me, you want to give me a gun.”
I turn, a grin on my face as my brow arches. Well shit, I knew there were a ton of reasons I was in love with this little spitfire.
“Here.” I hand her a .45 from a holster hanging in the closet. “But you stay behind—”
“Oh Lawson!”
Yup, that’d be Mikey Sims. The little shit. I’m about to just storm out there and put a slug through his face when his own shotgun thunders. This time, the wall between my office and the main bar area splinters and explodes, and I roar as I drag Taylor down with me to the ground.
Mikey hoots from the next room.
“Was that you screamin’, Lawson? Or did I interrupt a special moment with a lady friend?”
He snorts like he’s just cracked the funniest joke in the world, and the gun goes off again, blasting another hole in my wall. This time, we’re both quiet.
“Boys!” Mikey yells out, and it’s then I hear the two other sets of footsteps coming in through the front door.
Two of us. Three of them. I’ve had way worse odds.
“Listen,” I growl under my breath to Taylor. “On three, I’m going to go for the door, and I need you to—”
She’s up before I can even swear, springing to her feet, rushing the wall, and slamming flat against it, the gun in her hand.
“Goddamnit,” I hiss. “Get your ass—”
She moves, and damn if it isn’t like watching ballet.
Taylor spins, whirling, her hair flying out as she twirls, sticks her hand through the first shotgun hole in my wall, and squeezes. There’s a scream and a thump, but she’s already moving, diving, rolling, dodging the return fire before she springs up again, sites right through the second hole, and fires again.
And goddamn if she doesn’t take out the second asshole.
Taylor ducks back down, and when she looks up at me, there’s a grin on her face. Me? Well, I’m just busy picking my damn jaw off the ground.
“Who the hell taught you to shoot like that?”
She grins. “The government.”
I swear, whistling lowly.
“Hey, your hard-earned tax dollars at work.”
I smirk. “You think I’ve been paying much taxes the last few decades?”
She rolls her eyes, and she’s just about to get up, when the whole fucking wall explodes behind her. Taylor screams, diving for the floor as the splinters of wood ricochet around her.
Me? Shit, I don’t even think before I go storming right through the wrecked wall from Mikey’s shotgun blasts. I’m counting on him having to reload and not having one left to take my head off with. And apparently, it’s my lucky day. The little shit grunts as I barrel into him roaring bloody murder. Mikey’s not even that big a guy, and with my size?
Shit, I hit him like a goddamn freight train.
I hit him so hard in fact, that the arm he’s been holding that shotgun in audibly snaps, and when the little fucker screams in agony, I only grin viciously. I slam him into the ground, my fist crashing into his face three times, leaving him blubbering for mercy. I kick the gun away from him, whirling and making a beeline back to Taylor.
But, she’s up, and she’s okay. She’s got a gash on her shoulder, and that alone makes me snarl as I scoop her up into my arms.
“You’re okay?”
She nods, and even though she just laid out both of Mikey’s guys, I can feel her pulse racing a mile a minute under her skin.
“I’m— Yeah, I’m okay.”
I frown. “Those weren’t… I mean those two…”
She shakes her head. “Not my first, no.”
I hold her close, letting both of our breathing come back down, until a pathetic moan from Mikey calls my attention.
…I have some unfinished business to deal with. Or bury. Alive.
I snarl as I pull away from Taylor and storm over to the fucker. He screams as I chamber a round into my shotgun and level it right at his shithead face.
I’m seeing red. I’m seeing blood in front of my eyes, looking down at the man who just tried to take my life. No, what makes me even more furious is that he tried to hurt Taylor. This little fuck tried to take the best thing of my life away from me, and for that, I want to cut him into pieces, bit by fucking bit.
There's a hand on my shoulder, this warm, soothing touch. Which is just what she does to me. She calms the devil inside of me. She might bring out the beast, at least in the way I want to claim her, and make her scream. But that devil in me — that darkness that fueled my years as a demon. Well, that’s what she calms down. That’s what she lays to rest.
“Law…” she says quietly.
I close my eyes. I breathe.
The gun lowers.
Truth be told, it was going to lower before she calmed my wrath. But she certainly helps. Yeah, I could kill Mikey Sims right here in my bar and lose his body down a fucking coal mine. But, I’ve got a better idea.
“Your bosses,” I say quietly, turning to Taylor. “They’re pretty pissed off at your for earlier, aren’t they?”
“That’s… putting it lightly,” she mutters, smiling wryly.
“Think they might come around a little if you haul in the most wanted wannabe meth-slinger and pimp in Nashville?”
Her eyes light up as they dart to Mikey. Mikey starts blubbering.
“No — c’mon, man! C’mon, Law! We got history!”
We don’t. Mikey tried to rip off one of my underground card games one time and I put his cousin in the intensive care unit. I wouldn’t bank on that sort of history to save him.
“Yeah,” Taylor nods slowly, her brows shooting. “You know, I think it would.”
“No way! C’mon, man!” Mikey bellows. “That’s bullshit, man!”
I kick him in the broken arm t
o shut him up. Which, obviously, just makes him howl louder. This time though, I tie him up with a length of rope from behind the bar, and then pull Taylor back to the office area with me.
“So, that’d get your bosses off your back? Secure your job?”
She nods, her eyes wide. “Yeah, it would. But, Law, if you do this…”
I nod. “I know.”
“They’re going to be all over you. The Bureau, I mean. They’re going to dig into whatever they can find.”
“Well, they won’t find shit.”
She shakes her head. “Law, this is the FBI. They’ll find—”
“They won’t.”
I smile, and I just keep smiling as she looks at me like I’m either crazy or more full of myself than she thought. I move close to her, and my hand slides up to cup her jaw gently as I shake my head.
“I’m not the bad man you think I am.”
“I don’t think you’re bad, I just—”
“My business is one hundred percent legit and above the level. All of it.”
She stares at me, her mouth opening. “Wait, what? No, Law, c’mon, you’re the biggest kingpin in—”
“Was,” I say quietly. “Was the biggest kingpin in Sugar County.” I clear my throat. “Allegedly. Allegedly, Agent Bronson.”
Taylor slowly shakes her head. “No, that’s… I mean, I know you’ve got your new dealing, like with Silas. But, please, I know what else you’re into, Law,” she says it quietly, a pained look on her face. “Everyone does.”
But I just smile, my hand cupping her jaw, my eyes locked on hers.
“It’s a fairytale, angel. It has been for years. A myth. I’ve been out of pretty much everything for years now.”
Taylor stares at me.
“I mean, c’mon,” I flash her a grin. “There’s no damn crime kingpin of…” I chuckle. “Baby girl, this is Sugar fucking County. A crime kingpin?”
I chuckle again, but she’s still looking at me with this perplexed look.
“But, everyone knows—”
“Everything thinks they know,” I growl. “Fear is a tool, angel. If everyone thinks you’re the devil, they won’t fight you. They won’t come near you. I learned that a long time ago. Look, I was a bad man, I won’t lie. I’ve done bad things, but I’ve been getting out of all of it for years. Slowly but surely, every single piece of my business is legit, tax-paying, and on the level.”
I smirk at her. “Hey, you’re looking at the biggest land developer and stakeholder in local businesses in Sugar County.”
Slowly, Taylor starts to grin, shaking her head as her lips pull back into a huge grin.
“You’re kidding me.”
“Nope.”
“You’re all clean now? Out of all of it?”
“As of tonight.”
She frowns. “Why tonight?”
“You.”
Taylor bites her lip, that flush creeping into her cheeks as I pull her close.
“Me?” She rolls her eyes. “You mean I turned you good?”
I laugh. “Nah, trust me, I’m still gonna be bad.” I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “But just to you.”
She grins hungrily. “That a promise?”
“Damn right it is.”
She looks up into my eyes, pulling into me, her hands on my chest. I growl, wrapping my arms tight around her. “People are gonna say things you know? You with me.”
Taylor just shakes her head. “I don’t care one bit.”
“You sure about that? You gonna dance with the devil, and the whole county is going to know.”
“I’ll just tell them all how you defiled me. You know, and how much you like spying on young college girls going for a swim.”
I hoot out a laugh. “And I’ll tell them what a little perv you are, watching grown men out in the woods.”
She blushes deeply. “Well maybe grown men shouldn’t have their extremely perfect cocks out in the middle of the woods for little ole me to find.”
“I think it turned out pretty damn good, don’t you think?”
She blushes, grinning. “Took us long enough though.”
I grin. “I think it took us as long as it needed to. It took as long as for you to grow up to be this woman I just can’t get enough of. And for me to get my shit together and get out of the crime game.”
“Not before you totally corrupted me though, of course.” She winks at me.
I growl. “Corrupting an FBI agent. Now that’s a new one even for me.”
Taylor giggles as I grab her and pull her into me. “Lucky me.”
“I love you, you know,” I growl quietly.
“I love you too, you know,” she whispers back.
“C’mere, baby girl,” I groan.
Our lips sear together, and all the fire and heat and power I’ve got in me comes roaring out in that kiss. It’s kiss to seal the promise that she’s all mine, forever.
And damn if she don’t kiss me right back just as fierce.
Epilogue
Taylor
I moan, panting, pushing back and letting my jaw drop as I feel his thick, rock-hard length slide into me from behind.
“Oh fuck—”
“Shh, baby girl,” Law growls lowly. His hand slides up my neck, moving over my jaw and cupping my mouth. The movement sends a thrill through me, sending fire blazing through my core as he grinds his cock deep inside of me. I moan again, feeling my hips against the hard wood of the big desk in his home office. My hands grip the wood, clawing at it in ecstasy as Law starts to slowly slide his cock out of my slick, dripping wet pussy.
“You keep moaning like a naughty girl like that and people might hear you,” he purrs.
My head spins, the sheer wrongness of what we’re doing storming through me.
No, us screwing isn’t wrong. Not in the freaking slightest. And especially not since we got married. Not since this is our home office, in our house that we’re doing it in.
What’s wrong is that all of our friends and family are right downstairs, standing around our kitchen getting ready for dinner.
Law grunts, his fingers digging into my skin, making me whimper as I feel him pull my panties to the side. He pushes in again, sliding that fat cock of his deep inside of me. The wet sounds of him entering me so slickly fill the room, and I moan, panting through his hand for more.
We have to be fast. This is just supposed to be a quickie. Which is good, because I swear, sometimes I wonder if I might come just from him entering me.
The timing of us feeling that need to just fuck isn’t great, what with everyone downstairs. But, it can’t be helped. Or maybe it can, but neither of us are any good at saying no to what we want. Not when it comes to each other.
Maybe I should back up.
Yes, Law and I are married. Yes, that was kind of a big deal. At first, actually, it was almost cause for war. Colton and Shepherd were furious when they found out about Law and their younger sister. Hell, even Silas was, despite being business partners with the man. Slowly but surely, and sometimes with a little help from their better halves, they each came around.
Maybe it was seeing how damn happy he made me. Maybe it was finally seeing Law the way I saw him. Maybe it was realizing as I had that the man I loved wasn’t who they thought he was. He wasn’t the boogey man, or the devil. And if he used to be, well, people change.
Hell, I’ve changed. I’m still with the Bureau, but it’s different now. I see things differently than I did when I was in that hot-headed place where I decided to barge into Law’s bar without cause, evidence, or a freaking warrant. I see things clearer now. More big picture. I’m less wound up, that’s for sure.
…Though, that could be because I’m having the best sex of any woman on the planet basically daily. Life’s bumps and unexpected twists have a way of smoothing out when you’re losing track of your orgasms in a twenty-four-hour period.
So, yes. I’m still with the FBI, it’s just different. For one, I’ve got a
different job. That little stunt with barging into that bar did almost cost me my job. But bringing in Mikey Sims was huge for me. I mean, him alone was a big enough deal. But it turns out, the little crybaby wanted to sing until the cows came home. And sing he did.
Mikey was only a mid-level player when it came to the crime circles of Kentucky, or the Dixie mafia and all that. But through him I brought in half the big players in my district. Needless to say, after that, I rose through the ranks quickly. No more undercover snooping and sniffing around my old town for wrongdoings. Which actually suits me just fine.
True to his word, Law exited the crime world entirely. He left all of it, and I don’t think anyone has ever seen him happier. I don’t want to say “he’s a whole new man,” because that’d be a lie. He’s still Lawson. He’s still that gruff, rough, huge grizzly of a man with that dark, fierce look in his eye and the twitch in his jaw. He’s still captivating and growly enough to get my pulse racing and my panties drenched whenever he gives me that look of his. But he’s less tense. He grins more.
He’s got more time for me. And call me greedy, but…
Well, yeah, sure. Call me greedy. I’m okay with that.
With the last of his crime connections gone or sold off, Law moved squarely into legit business in Sugar County. He’s one of the biggest land developers in the county, for one. He’s also a huge investor in a ton of local businesses, and a partner in some major ones. One of those is Liquor King Distilleries, the whiskey business he’s got with my cousin Silas. The other is the trucking and shipping logistics company he co-owns with Tucker and Walker, two guys who grew up with us here in Sugar County.
Law’s hips crash into me, his growls rumbling through my core as his cock drives into to the hilt in my eager pussy. I push back, and when I slide a hand under me, between my legs to stroke my clit, I hear him groan behind me.
“You know later, once we get rid of everyone, I’m gonna take my time with you, angel. Once we’re alone, I’m going to make you beg me to let you come on my big cock.”
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