Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 254

"Nooo," I whine, reaching back for the door. "I want to see! Gio's going to find out that Janeen is single -"

"As if he doesn't already know," Kent murmurs, carrying me directly to bed. "Besides, your sister's love life isn't a telenovela -"

"Um, isn't it?" I ask, pulling back and staring up at him like he's crazy. Kent just looks down at me and laughs, coming to the side of our bed.

"Seriously?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at me. "Because I'll take you back out there if you want - but I am going to bed. And if I'm alone in here, I'm going to sleep." "Fine," I grumble, snuggling myself closer to him with a little contented sigh. "Take me to bed, Lippert. I'll get my updates in the morning."

"As you wish," he murmurs, sinking down onto the bed and taking me with him, tucking his face between my neck and my shoulder and pressing a lingering kiss there.

I sigh, running my fingers through his hair, finally fully content. "Are you happy, Kent?" I ask quietly. "Did it all go the way you wanted it to?"

"It did," he murmurs, raising his face to look at me, cupping my cheek in his palm and stroking his thumb over my cheekbone. "It went well, Fay. You did your job and I did mine. Now we just have one last thing to do before we can start our life." "Hate to break it to you, Kent," I whisper, my lips turning up in a smile. "But our life already started."

"Our peaceful life," he murmurs, nudging my nose with his. "Free from crime."

"Maybe a little bit of crime," I whisper back, holding up my fingers so he can see my thumb and forefinger pinched together. "Just to keep things spicy."

This makes him laugh, rolling back on the bed and pulling me with him. I give a little shriek that I don't really mean and snuggle closer to Kent when I find us in our favorite position for our quiet talks - face to face, my leg hooked behind the back of his, my pregnant stomach pressed tight against him.

Kent strokes my hair and looks at me a little sleepily, contentment in every line of his face.

"Do you think Gio's really on our side?" I ask, playing with the buttons on the front of his shirt.

"I'm as sure as I can be," Kent answers quietly. "You can never really be sure. But I meant what I said, Fay - and he knows that I mean it."

"That you'll kill him?" I ask quietly, flicking my eyes up to his.

"I'll kill anyone who puts you at risk - puts us at risk. Our family."

I nod, understanding.

"Are you okay with that?" he asks, looking at me seriously.

I nod again, letting him see that I am. Because honestly, I feel precisely the same way. And while Janeen earlier this week pointed out the ways that Kent and I are opposites, I am well aware that this is the part of our personality that fits together neatly as a match. Both Kent and I have no problem extinguishing completely the threats to those we love. On this, we're united.

He smiles at me, bringing his face closer. "I like it when you're vicious, Fay," he growls. "Perhaps a little more than I should."

"Well, this bodes well for me, Kent," I murmur, wrapping my fingers in his shirt and using my leverage there to yank him closer to me. "Because I intend to be very cruel to you tonight."

"Oh really," he murmurs, turning suddenly so that his body is leveraged over mine in a way that steals my breath. His hand travels down my side, bunching the skirt of my dress as it goes until his fingers find the skin of my thigh, slowly traveling up it. "And what, precisely, did you have planned."

"The worst thing you can imagine," I whisper, my voice throaty and low as I look up at him from beneath my lashes, letting him see every inch of how much I want him.

"Enlighten me," he murmurs, his hand taking a full grasp of my ass as he lowers his lips to my neck.

I moan a little, burying my fingers in his hair. "I'm going to start," I reply, my words breathy, "by telling you everything I think Janeen is saying to Gio right now, and every reason why I think it's going poorly-" "What!?" Kent snaps, pulling back suddenly to glare at me.

I burst into laughter, unable to help myself. Kent growls in displeasure, which only make me laugh harder. "What!" I say, propping myself up on my elbows when he pulls away. "I said I was going to be cruel to you, Kent! This is the best way I know how! This will be torture for you."

Glaring at me, Kent undoes the buttons on his shirt and starts to yank it off. I bite my lip a little, heat starting to pool in my core. I press my legs together against the need growing there at the sight of him angry at me. God, I love it when he's all riled up.

"If you need me to teach you a lesson about the right time for jokes, Fay," Kent snaps, lowering himself over me again, glaring at me with a violent heat in his eyes. "I am more than happy to oblige."

"Go ahead and teach me, Kent," I say, drawing a finger down his chest with a dirty little smirk. "I have a feeling I have a lot to learn tonight."

Fast, Kent's hand goes to the back of my neck, gripping me there as he lowers his body, his weight pressing me deliciously down. My lips are already parted in a moan when he brings his mouth to mine.

I wake up before Kent the next morning, which is my favorite. I smile a little, all tangled up in him, and take a minute to admire his sleeping face. No one else gets to see him like this, in repose, which is really a shame for everyone else. Because he is absolutely gorgeous.

My eyes drift over the contours of his face, his full lips, the stubble growing dark on his chin and cheeks. His lashes - longer than is fair, on a man - cast delicate shadows on the skin beneath his eyes. God, even the furrows of his brow are sexy, because I know precisely how they knit together when he glares at me, or at anyone, which is perhaps Kent at his hottest.

Quietly, I wonder if Kent commands so much control because he's scary? Or if he's just so gorgeous that everyone - men and women - do what he wants.

I sigh, a little jealous.

"What?" he mutters, his eyes still shut, making me jump and then laugh.

He cracks an eye open, looking at me a little blearily. "Is something wrong?" he murmurs. "Because if it is...go fix it. And let me sleep."

"Nothing's wrong," I sigh, snuggling myself closer to him and tucking my head beneath his chin, pressing a quick kiss to his clavicle. "You're just really pretty."

He hums discontentedly in his chest, muttering something about how I didn't have to wake him up for that because he already knows, making me laugh again and smack him a little.

"Don't be conceited," I murmur. "It doesn't look good on a dad."

"Everything looks good on me," he sighs, his arms tightening around me in a sweet hug that makes happiness flood me from head to toe.

God, this man. I love him so much, even if he his full of himself.

"How'd you sleep?" Kent asks, pulling away a little and peering down at me. I turn my face up to his, smiling.

"Good," I report. "It is very nice to wake up unstressed. I like it when my plans are all done and I can finally pass everything on to you." I stretch my arms above my head, relishing the feeling.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself there," Kent sighs, pulling me close again. "I'm going to need your help on this little task Bianci has given me."

"Really?" I ask, surprised. Honestly, I figured it was going to be something that spoke much more to Kent's skills than my own. I pillow my head on Kent's arm, newly curious about what Bianci wants Kent to do - wants us to do. "Really," Kent murmurs, stroking my face. "I'm not marrying you just for your pretty face, Fay. I need your mind in this line of work."

"Oh really?" I ask, my face bursting into a grin. "We're getting married now?"

"Aren't we?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at me like it's a settled question.

I burst into laughter. "I've said it before, Kent," I sigh, sitting up so I can look down at him, my hair spilling over my shoulders, "but I'm already married. And I love my husband very much."

"I've heard," Kent replies, turning on his back and pulling me forward a little so that I lean over him, "that your husband is merely a pale imitation of me." He plays idly with the ends of my hair.

"I will not take such slander of my beloved," I snap, pretending an offense I don't feel and pulling away quickly, hopping out of bed.

Kent snatches after me but misses, letting out an angry growl.

"We're getting married, Fay!" he calls after me as I walk stark naked into the bathroom, ready for my day.

"We'll see, Kent!" I call back, laughing. "Maybe you should ask me first!"

But I don't wait for a reply, closing the bathroom door behind me as my hand drifts idly over my baby bump, my mind distracted with by the more pressing thought of breakfast pancakes.