Keighan

Once I get to Devon's room, he throws a folder at me. "I was expecting you. These are all the men that had any sort of contact with your tiger." He gives me a knowing smirk. Guess the rumor mill is already taking its toll. Everyone has heard that my once little shy kitten is now a ferocious tiger. Hiding in the trees waiting to strike when the time is right. That thought brings pride to my heart.

Sitting down in the chair across from his desk he has in his room, I cover my face with both hands. Rubbing them up and down my skin, I take a deep breath and let it out. "She asked about how many women I've had this week." I hold my head down, but I know he's exited his chair. I hear his footfalls from each step he takes, walking around the big oak desk.

Once he's in front of me, he props his ass on his desk. Getting a pack of cigs out of his pants pocket he hits the bottom. Picking one that popped out he sticks it in his mouth and lights it. Huffing from the top he slowly blows the smoke from his nose. After one more hit, he finally says, "What did you tell her?"

"The truth. That I was like a caged animal that needed to get that energy out of me." Shrugging my shoulders, I drop my arms to the chair. "I didn't tell her an exact number." Not that I know to begin with. There was only a handful of girls this week. The last of my other girls, now that I have my woman here with me.

"At least you were honest." He flicks his cigarette as he turns his head to study me. I know he wants to ask me something. Just by the look in his eyes. "What?" My voice comes out with an attitude, but I can't help it. I'm tired from the busiest week of my life and dealing with my tiger.

"Just wondering when you're going to man up and put a ring on her finger instead of fucking around." Shrugging his shoulders to show he doesn't care that he pissed me off in the least he stands and walks back around his desk. Sitting in his chair he puts out his cig and steeples his fingers. Leaning back, he raises one brow, clearly challenging me.

If this came from anyone else, they'd have their ass handed to them. Without saying a word, I dig into my suit pocket. When I feel the velvety feel of the ring box, I pull it out. A smile broadens his face when I place it on his desk. "About damn time." Nodding my head, I agree with him.

I know I should have done this a long time ago. I shouldn't have slept with all those women. It should have always been Jilliana. The second she walked into my life. I just didn't want the aggression of my life to hurt her. I can be rough, and I'm afraid she wouldn't like that.

"I think you underestimate her." Devon drags me from my thoughts. "How so?" I nod my chin at him hoping for a conclusive answer. "That girl has fire coursing through her veins. I think once you get inside of her, you'll see just how much she likes the danger that comes with you." He smirks at me. He has a point. How will I know until I give into what we both desire most? What I have craved for seven long years.

Devon's phone goes crazy the next second. Buzzing away on his desktop. He picks it up with a roll of his eyes, "What is it?" He listens to whoever is on the other end. Before looking up at me and smiling. My brows furrow with confusion. "I'll let him know."

Hanging up he laughs for a moment, "Seems your little tiger was making an escape." His words cause my body to ignite, as I stand from the chair. Hands held into fists so tight they are turning white. Before I could say a word, he holds up his hand, "Not to worry Donny was out for a smoke on the east side. After having a little fun with one of the escorts leaving the premises. He has her now."

Hearing that calms my beast. Slightly. "Where is he taking her?" My voice comes out low with built up aggression. "To Carlee's room." With those words I sit back down in the chair and take a few deep breaths. I have to calm down, before my beast fully takes over. If that happens, I'll leave his office, stomp all the way to Carlee's room, and drag her to our room.

Once there, I could see myself placing her over my knees. Spanking that delectable ass of hers. I'm only afraid with the way I feel I won't stop there. I'm certain, I'll push her onto the bed, spread her legs, and thrust into the depths of her virgin pussy. Closing my eyes, a groan works its way from my mouth, as I try to think of anything else right now.

"She is really getting under your skin." He simply says what he sees happening. I don't say anything, he can read every emotion on my face. The only time I bring my walls down, and not look like the cold-hearted beast everyone else knows is when I'm around the twins or Jilliana. They are the only people that get a glimpse of the real me.

"I think you need to get that ring on her finger, the paperwork signed and a baby in that body of hers sooner rather than later." He points to the box on his desk. "It's important for your sanity."

We hear the door to his rooms open and without thinking we pull our guns and point to whoever is walking in. His came from under his desk, mine from my gun holder along my waist. So used to it, I almost forget it's there.

"Just me assholes." Donny's voice comes from the darkness of the hallway before his body fills the doorway. With a smirk I put my gun away, "Can never be too careful." I shrug one shoulder at him.

His hearty laughter fills the room. "You asses do realize we have three men at the gate, there are more than ten soldiers walking the property, and not to mention I'm the only other one with a key to get into my brothers wing on the manor." He holds up a golden key with a sarcastic smirk on his face.

"Yea a lot of good they did with Jilliana trying to make a break for it." Lifting a brow, I look at him with a seriousness that has him straightening his back. "I know. Couldn't believe not one person was there. Good thing I had a little get together in the trees. Then, I needed a cig afterward." He dances his eyebrows causing a genuine smile to form on my lips.

"Yeah, good thing. I still can't believe she pulled that." The thought of her trying to leave me in the middle of the night brings dread to my heart. Standing from the chair I pace the area in front of Devon's desk.

"After the information you shared with her it's not shocking." Devon's voice is starting to grate on my last nerve. I can see Donny looking between the two of us, trying to figure out what he missed. Deciding I just need to sleep this feeling off I head for the door.

"She's in Carlee's room." Donny hollers after me. I give one final nod before opening the door to leave. I'm about to walk down the hall when I hear a whistle behind me. Coming back to the door I look in to see the twins lounging in the office. Devon is holding up my ring box, while Donny has the folder with the information I asked for.

Rolling my eyes with annoyance I stomp in their direction. Taking the ring from Devon, I place it back in my pants pocket, as I turn and pull the folder from Donny's hand. Causing them both to laugh. "Shut it piss ants." A little of my Irish accent comes out whenever I call them that. They only laugh that much more.

Slamming the door behind me, I leave the two laughing away at my forgetfulness. Takes me about five minutes to make my way across to where Carlee subsides in the manor. Her room is across from Donny's and right next to Devon's own bedrooms.

Once I make it outside of her door, I must calm myself down. Nothing good will come from fighting anymore tonight with her. Without knocking I open the door, to find both women asleep. Cuddled close together in Carlee's king size bed. Folding the folder up I place it in my other pocket. Placing both arms below her I lift her up into my chest. She makes a little squeaking noise; I shush her back to a sound sleep.

Looking down at her, while I make my way to my wing of the house. Luckily, one of the maids is still awake, although I know she wasn't cleaning. More than likely my uncle requested her presence. She gives me a sad smile, and with tears in her eyes grabs my chain around my neck to get my key. She unlocks the door and places it back around my neck without a word.

Without looking back at her I kick the door shut and place the lock in its place with my elbow. Walking to our bedroom I gently place her on our bed. I take her shoes off her feet and bring the blanket over her. Placing it just below her chin. Kissing her forehead, I tell her everything I cannot say in the daylight.

How much I love her. I want to try and do better for her. I'll take care of her and cherish her for the rest of our lives. Most importantly that I love her, only her, and there will never be another woman that I choose over her. It'll only be her from this moment on. Forever.

Once I've said everything built in my heart, I make my way to the bathroom. Stripping down, I start the shower. Turning it all the way to hot. Once I'm in there the bathroom fills with steam quickly. I stand letting the water beat down on my body for a while. Until I can feel my muscles relaxing.

Once I feel relaxed enough to sleep, I step out from the shower and turn the water off. Drying the droplets from my body. I save my black hair for drying last. Once I'm finished, I walk out of the room. Steam flowing from the open door behind me.

Once I'm at the side of the bed, I look at her peacefully sleeping. She looks like a beautiful angel. My angel. Dropping my towel, I lift the blanket and slide in beside her. She moans as I drag her body close to mine.

We have a lot of business to discuss tomorrow. Instead of thinking about that, I hold her tightly against me. With my arm wrapped around her I take a deep breath of her hair. Her scent calms me enough to put me in a deep sleep.