Irish

by Harley Wylde

After I placed the call to Cinder, I went to the kitchen and made some tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I knew that he wasn’t overly comfortable around kids, but I also knew that Meg would be at his place. Ever since she’d come here from Columbia, she’d gone out of her way to take care of the Pres. Cinder didn’t bother ringing the bell and just came into the house, my little girl clutched in his arms. She looked around with wide eyes, then blinked as she stared at me.

  “You remember me, Payson?” I asked. “I took you out of the truck earlier.”

  She nodded slowly.

  “I’m… I’m your daddy,” I said, my voice catching.

  Cinder set her down and she slowly came toward me. She wrapped her fingers around the denim of my jeans, then held up her other hand. I glanced at Cinder and he motioned for me to pick her up. Once I had her in my arms, she placed her hands on my cheeks and stared really hard for what felt like forever.

  “I’m sorry we didn’t meet before now,” I said.

  Janessa stumbled into the kitchen and Cinder caught her before she tumbled to the floor. He eased her down onto a chair at the table and didn’t let go until she remained upright.

  “Nessa, you shouldn’t be up,” I said.

  “I heard voices,” she said, her gaze straying to Payson. “Hi, Payson.”

  I walked closer and knelt with Payson still in my arms. “Payson, this is Nessa. She’s going to be my wife, which means she’ll be your stepmom.”

  Nessa gave her a slight smile. “I promise, I won’t ever try to replace your mom. But I’d like to be your friend.”

  Payson held her hands out to Nessa, and she took her, wincing a little. I tried to take Payson back, but Janessa waved me off.

  “I’ve got her.”

  I put the food on the table and noticed that Cinder had disappeared without a word. As we sat down and ate, I watched my two girls. I might not have planned any of this, but I was glad to have them here with me. Maybe one day, we’d be a proper family. I knew it wouldn’t happen overnight, but I had hope that Payson would learn to love us the way she’d loved her mother, and that Janessa wouldn’t hurt every time she saw my daughter, knowing I’d had a kid with someone else.

  For now, I just needed to help my girls heal, in whatever capacity I was able.

  Epilogue

  Two months later

  Janessa

  I looked down at the rings on my finger. Seamus had officially proposed and given me an engagement ring the week after they’d handled The Inferno. The other club was still causing trouble in the southern states, but at least things were quiet here at the Devil’s Boneyard. Maybe they’d learned their lesson and would give the club a wide berth. I could hope, anyway.

  Seamus was out back chasing Payson around the yard. The little girl giggled and seemed so full of life. It was a big change from the girl I’d found that day. She’d settled in with us nicely, and seemed to be happy. I’d been a little concerned that she was behind a bit so we worked every day on recognizing her letters, shapes, and colors. We’d discussed putting her in a parent’s day out program that helped prepare the kids for kindergarten, but we hadn’t made a decision yet.

  I placed a hand over my belly and wondered if my news would change anything. Seamus looked up and smiled when he saw me. “You going to come join us?” he asked.

  “I actually wanted to talk to the two of you, if you think you can take a short break?”

  He grabbed Payson’s hand and led her over to the back steps. I looked at the man who had held my heart since the first moment I saw him, and the little girl who looked so much like him. I loved them both, and hoped they would be happy about the new addition to our family.

  “I thought I’d let Payson know that she’s going to be a big sister,” I said, then waited for my words to sink in.

  Seamus blinked at me a few times, then gave a whoop and caught me up in his arms, spinning me around.

  “Easy!” I said, patting his shoulder. “You’ll make me throw up with all that twirling.”

  When he stopped, I knelt in front of Payson. The little girl was quiet and seemed uncertain.

  “Payson, I know having a baby in the house will be a big change, but I was hoping you might be able to help me. I don’t know that I can handle it all on my own. Do you think could help me pick the right toys and blankets? Maybe help me pick a color for the room after we find out if we’re having a boy or girl? Being a big sister is really important. The baby will copy what you do and will want to grow up just like you.”

  She glanced at her daddy, then at me again, and I could see that she looked a little scared.

  “Honey,” I said softly. “We’re not going to love you any less. Your daddy is always going to love his first little girl. And you know I adore you.”

  “What will the baby call everyone?” she asked.

  “Well.” I looked up at Seamus. “I’m sure your sister or brother will call your daddy the same thing you do -- Daddy -- and call you sister.”

  “What will the baby call you?” she asked.

  I cleared my throat. “Momma.”

  Payson looked from me to her dad, then back again. “Can I call you Momma too?”

  Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. “I love you, sweet girl,” I said. “I’m so glad you came to live with us.”

  “Me too,” she said. “It’s much nicer here.”

  I hated that she’d lost her mom, and that her mother had obviously struggled with taking care of her, but Payson had filled a spot in my life. A place I hadn’t even realized was empty. I’d been scared about being a parent, step or otherwise, but she’d shown me that I was more than ready.

  I looked up and noticed that Seamus seemed to have tears in his eyes, then he cleared his throat and knelt down with us. His arms came around both of us and he brushed a kiss against my temple. “Love you, Nessa. You have given me the greatest gift ever.”

  “I love you too,” I said, then kissed him.

  Payson giggled and squirmed away from us. She always thought it was funny when I kissed her dad, or vice versa. I heard her running around the yard as Seamus deepened the kiss and made my knees go weak. No matter how long we were together, I would never grow tired of his kisses.

  “You are my entire world,” he said. “You and my kids. And I will never let anything hurt any of you ever again.”

  I cupped his cheek. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Just love me, Seamus. That’s all I need.”

  His kiss, his touch, the way he watched me… all those things told me enough. I knew he loved me every bit as much as I loved him, and that’s all I would ever need.

  “I think Payson might like a sleepover at Scratch’s house,” he said, then lowered his voice, “so we can properly celebrate.”

  My cheeks warmed and I gave him a smile. “I’m already one step ahead of you. Scratch is stopping by in a few minutes to pick up Payson before he heads home. I have a bag packed for her.”

  “Good thing she likes playing with Noah,” Seamus said. “I wouldn’t want her to feel like we were trying to get rid of her.”

  I kissed him softly. “She’ll be fine, papa bear. She’s become close with Noah and Caleb, even though Caleb does his best to act disinterested in a little girl. I’ve caught him watching her when he thinks no one is watching, and I’ve noticed he hands her things if she drops them.”

  Seamus groaned. “Great.”

  “What? I think it’s sweet.”

  “Yeah, you think that now. Wait until our kids are teenagers. When Caleb is seventeen and our daughter is fifteen, you’ll change your mind. Trust me, I know exactly what seventeen-year-old little boys think about,” Seamus said.

  “Do you honestly think any kid that belongs to Scratch and Clarity would be anything but a complete gentleman when it came to our daughter?” I asked.

  He shrugged.

  “Are you two marrying our kids off already?” Scratch asked as
he came around the corner of the house. “Your daughter isn’t even in school yet. Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun a bit?”

  “Never too early to start preparing,” Seamus said.

  “Well, I’ll try not to plant any ideas into their heads while Payson is at our house,” Scratch said. He put his fingers to his mouth and let out a shrill whistle that had Payson running straight for him.

  “Okay, then we can talk about the way you whistle for my daughter like she’s a puppy?” Seamus asked. “Because it’s a bit disturbing.”

  Scratch chuckled and scooped up Payson as she launched herself at him.

  “You two stay out of trouble,” Scratch said.

  “Her bag is by the front door,” I told him. “I haven’t had a chance to tell her she’s going with you.”

  “Spend the night?” Payson asked.

  “Yes, baby. You’re going to spend the night with Caleb and Noah.”

  She squealed and clapped her hands. Scratch smiled at her fondly, then gave me a wink as he headed inside to get her things. Seamus wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against him. He nuzzled the side of my neck, giving me goose bumps.

  “So, we have the house all to ourselves,” he said. “Whatever should we do to pass the time?”

  “We could go mess up the bed,” I suggested.

  “Now that sounds like an amazing idea.”

  I laughed as he picked me up and headed into the house. He kicked the door shut and strode straight to the bedroom. As he set me on my feet, he turned to shut and lock the bedroom door. By the time he’d turned back around, I’d already started removing my clothes. The look he gave me was enough to make my nipples hard and had me shivering in anticipation.

  Seamus took his time stripping off his clothes, and I licked my lips as his incredible body was uncovered a little at a time. I’d never get tired of looking at him. Despite the fact I’d been cooking homemade Mexican food and a ton of pasta, I didn’t think he’d gained a pound, unlike me. My clothes were already getting tight and I knew it wasn’t baby weight.

  When he was naked, and I was still drooling over him, Seamus came closer and reached for me. With one jerk of his hand, he ripped my panties off, leaving me gasping in mock indignation. Honestly, I found it hot and sexy as hell when he did things like that. He always replaced any clothes he ruined, which was a good thing or I’d have run out of panties long before now.

  “In a hurry?” I teased.

  “Always. Seeing your curves on display always makes me hard as fucking steel. Hell, just watching you bend over when you’re fully clothed makes me adjust my dick so Payson doesn’t ask what’s wrong with my pants.”

  I burst out laughing and clung to him. Only Seamus could make me laugh when we’re about to have sex. And it was even funnier that I knew he was dead serious.

  “I love you,” I told him.

  “Love you more.”

  I pulled away from him and sprawled across the bed. “Then I guess you’d better show me.”

  He smirked. “Challenge accepted.”

  Seamus crawled onto the bed and pressed his hands against my legs until my heels were on the bed and my thighs were spread wide. His heated gaze locked with mine as he lowered his face. The first drag of his tongue along the seam of my pussy had me biting my lip. Seamus thrust his tongue inside me, and I couldn’t hold back the moan building in my throat.

  “Oh, God. So good,” I murmured.

  He sucked my clit into his mouth and worked my pussy with his fingers. He tugged the bud with his teeth, lightly scraping it, and my hips bucked as pleasure washed over me in waves. I whimpered as he thrust his fingers harder in and out. It still didn’t take much for me to come. Just the slightest touch was almost enough to set me off most days. I came, screaming his name, my body shuddering and my thighs shaking.

  “One more,” he said, before teasing me again.

  His tongue circled my clit, then flicked against it before circling again. Seamus crooked his fingers inside me, rubbing against that magic spot that made me see stars. I felt the gush of my release and clutched the bedding as my heart raced.

  As he crawled up the bed, I pushed at him until he rolled onto his back.

  “Does my baby want to be in charge?” he asked, then his eyes darkened. “Or does my naughty woman want to suck my cock?”

  I squirmed as his words made me tingle in all the right places. I straddled his thighs and then scooted farther down. My breasts pressed against his legs as I leaned over and took a long, slow lick of his cock. Seamus groaned and put his hands behind his head. I grinned, knowing it was the only way he wouldn’t reach for me.

  I sucked on the head before sliding my lips all the way down his length. He filled my mouth, brushing the back of my throat, before I pulled back, then swallowed him down again. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, then flicked the head. His body was tense, and I could feel him straining, fighting not to take control.

  “Seamus,” I said, licking my lips. “Remember that fantasy you told me about?”

  He looked at me, heat blazing in his eyes. “The one with you on your knees?”

  I nodded, then slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. I leaned in closer and wrapped my hand around his shaft. As he dragged me closer to his cock, I felt my pulse speed up.

  “Open that gorgeous mouth,” he said.

  I parted my lips and he slid his cock inside. I placed my hands in my lap and let him control the movement. He tipped my head back a little more and he slid in deeper.

  “That’s it, baby. Take it all. Every Goddamn inch.” He groaned and tightened his hold on me. “God, Nessa. You’re so damn beautiful.”

  I moaned around his shaft.

  “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, baby. You want that, don’t you?”

  I hummed my agreement and tried to relax my throat as he plunged deep. Seamus took what he wanted and I felt the swell of his cock moments before he came. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled my mouth.

  “Swallow,” he commanded.

  I managed to swallow all of it and he pulled free. He swiped his thumb across my bottom lip, then picked me up off the floor and tossed me onto the bed. I waited to see what he would do next, and he didn’t disappoint me. Seamus reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the handcuffs. We’d only used them once before, but it was one of my favorite memories.

  I stretched my hands up to the headboard and he shackled me to it.

  “Spread those legs, sweetheart. You do everything I say, then you’ll get a nice big reward.”

  I parted my legs. When he reached into the drawer again, I didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t two vibrators and a bottle of lube. I stared at the items, not sure where this was going, but I trusted Seamus with my life.

  “First, I’m going to get you nice and worked up,” he said.

  He picked up the smaller of the two vibrators and clicked it on. The soft whirring sound filled the room as he reached down and parted the lips of my pussy. He gently touched the toy to my clit and I bucked and cried out, nearly coming from that brief, quick contact. Seamus grinned and did it again. He toyed with me, giving me just enough pleasure that I would nearly come, and then he’d back off.

  I was a squirming, frustrated mess by the time he finally let me come. My body twitched from the force of my release, but he didn’t seem to be done with me yet. I heard the lid open on the lube, and I watched to see what he’d do next. He set the small toy aside long enough to lube the bigger one, then he turned it on.

  “Just going to play a little, but I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” he said.

  His words alone sent a hint of apprehension through me and when he parted the cheeks of my ass and placed the toy against that forbidden spot, I gasped and my eyes went wide. He didn’t try to put the toy inside me, just circled the spot and let it buzz against me. Once I relaxed, it started to feel really good.

  Seamus picked up the smaller toy a
gain and put it back on my clit. The two vibrators going at once nearly made my eyes roll back in my head, they felt so incredible. I went wild when I came again, my body seeming to have a mind of its own. I cried out and went still as I felt the vibrator enter my ass. Frozen in shock, I wasn’t sure if I was hurting or if I liked it. My mind wouldn’t work right.

  “Um, Nessa. Just so we’re clear, that was all you, babe. I didn’t try to put that there, but you kind of impaled yourself on it during all that thrashing,” Seamus said, watching me warily. “If you’ll give me a second, I’ll pull it out.”

  Did I want that?

  “Wait,” I said. I tried to calm myself and focus. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world, but the vibrations actually felt nice. I burned some from being stretched open, and I had no doubt I’d be sore tomorrow, but I kind of liked it. I’d heard that anal hurt the first time, even the first several times. Maybe my endorphins were to blame, from coming so hard and so often, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d thought it would be.

  Seamus teased my clit again and I moaned as my eyes slid shut in pleasure. He didn’t do anything to the other toy except hold it. We seemed to have an unspoken agreement that I was in control when it came to that aspect of our play right now. I shifted a little, experimenting with how it felt, and soon I was begging Seamus for more.

  “Fuck me,” I begged. “Please.”

  “I need you to be really clear right now. Fuck you where?” he asked.

  “My ass. Fuck me with the toy in my ass, and… and…” My brain felt like it was short circuiting as I felt another orgasm building. He slowly thrust the toy in and out of me while the other buzzed against my clit. In a matter of seconds, I was coming harder than I ever had before. I might have even blacked out for a second or two.

  When I opened my eyes, Seamus was staring at me with a bemused expression.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I can’t believe you did that and seemed to not only like it but want more. I fully expected to spend the next few weeks easing you into the idea.”

  “Seamus, I love you, but your cock is nowhere near as small as that vibrator. You try to stick your dick up my ass, and I may murder you in your sleep.”