Page 214 of Fierce Storm
“Then I’ll die happy. Now shhh, Leo and I have a job to do.” I start the vibrator and press it to her clit, groaning when she bucks her hips, crying out to God.
I instantly change my mind on the blanket. It’s got to go. I throw it off and stare up at her, a brow raised. “It’s Sal. And fuck, you’re glorious when you let yourself relax.”
“Now you know the third thing that clears my mind.”
“A good orgasm?”
“No,you. You’re my happy place,” she rushes out, her breathing picking up speed as I continue to rub her clit with the vibrator. “You’re my safe place.” She sighs. “My white noise.” She wiggles and mewls. “My fierce protector. But most of all, you’re the other half of my soul. I love you, Sal.”
“God, I love you too.”
“You mean Keeley?” she sasses, making me jump up, covering her naked body with my fully clothed one.
“Keeley.” I lean in, brushing my lips gently across hers before pouring everything I have into the kiss. “I love you.” I pull back, staring into her eyes. “You’ve changed me for the better, and I’m ready for whatever life may throw our way. Whatever storm we have to weather. We’re in this together.”
“No matter what.”
We’ve been a team from the start; we’ll be a team until the end.
It’s Keeley and me. Always.
Epilogue One
KEELEY
NEW YEAR’S EVE THE FOLLOWING YEAR
Jeffrey pulls up in front of Luke and Amelia’s house to drop us off, and as always, Sal jumps out on his side, then runs around to open my door. We’ve now officially been together for around sixteen months, and his gentlemanly ways haven’t once wavered.
Except in the bedroom. It’s safe to say, Sal is a powerful man inallaspects of his life. And I love it.
Once I’m out of the car, Sal pulls me into his arms and presses a kiss to my brow, taking in a deep breath as silence falls around us. He’s soaking up my warmth. His words not mine. But something we both do for each other.
No matter what life throws our way, we’re in it together, always there to help each other through.
After the Mikkleson men were sentenced to twenty-five years in prison, Sal sat back and reflected on his life, admitting that he’d been pretty reactive over the years, and that he wanted to change. And change he has. He now only works six days a week,taking Tuesday off along with the team, and has dedicated a lot more time to his family. Including Marc. I’m not sure they’ll ever have the close relationship he shares with Paige, but they visit each other often, and they’ve even discovered a shared interest in boating. By boating, I mean expensive yachts.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Sal stands tall and I laugh.
“You’re never going to get used to this, are you?”
“You mean attending a New Year’s Eve rager with a bunch of my players?”
“Rager, huh? Are you trying to keep up with the young kids’ slang?”
“I’m kidding. It’s getting easier, I promise. I just really like our quiet moments alone.”
I smile at the sincerity in his eyes. “Me too. Unfortunately, sometimes we need to be social. It’s time to head into the chaos.”
Sal laughs as he clasps my hand, intertwining our fingers before we head to the door.
Chaos is an understatement when we walk in, but it all fades away when Isaac’s smiling face comes into view.
His eyes light up when he sees us, taking off in a run, and I try to let go of Sal’s hand, but he holds firm until the very last second, then sneakily steps in front of me, wrapping Isaac in his arms. “You were running to me, right, Kid?”
Isaac laughs out loud as Sal playfully tickles him. “I love you, Pops, but I wanted Keeley.”
“Don’t we all,” he mumbles under his breath as he puts Isaac down, ruffling his hair. “I love you too, Isaac. I’m going to go and find your mom.”
