by Cara Dee
Were they vibrators or fucking art in a museum? I snatched up the smallest of the three vibes, one she stumbled through an explanation about being for the clit, and it reminded me of a bean or computer mouse. The white plastic surface was smooth, with one end of the toy dipped in silicone. It fit in my palm and was shaped exactly like many swimming pools.
“Are you sure this is a sex toy?” I stared at it skeptically.
She pursed her lips and pressed the button in the middle of it, and it buzzed to life. “Um, pretty sure.”
“Damn.” How could a guy compete with this frenetic little fucker?
I could worry about that later. So far, so good. I’d remembered to carry her over the threshold and everything. Now I had to ensure—
“Hey.” Emilia stepped up to me and kissed my chin, her fingers starting to unbutton my vest. “Stop thinking you have to make everything perfect for me. The fact that we’re in this together is more than enough. We’ll have years to practice our own perfect.”
Man, she had low standards. Or perhaps I had high ones. Either way, I could use this to my advantage. I could show her.
Turning off the toy for now, I refocused on her and kissed her. I unzipped her dress and helped her out of it, and she did the same for me. My suit landed on the floor, and we landed on the bed.
“I, um, I’m a fan of the ripping off the Band-Aid method,” she mumbled against my lips.
I hummed and kissed my way down to her chest. “I haven’t even gotten you out of your lingerie yet.”
“I know, I’m just sayin’.”
She was cute when she was nervous. All the more reason to take our time. I wanted her body ready and her mind relaxed.
I got her there eventually, by distracting her thoroughly. I barely let her come up for air between drugging kisses and the slip and slide of our bodies. We’d gotten rid of our underwear, and the second my cock was nestled against her wet pussy, the insane thirst was back. Like a beast buried under my skin, demanding more and more. Whoever that fucker was, he liked the idea of ripping off the Band-Aid.
I let out a hiss when she drew her nails down my chest and teased her tongue around my nipples. I couldn’t take another ounce of excitement. It was a goddamn miracle I hadn’t bent her over and taken her like an animal yet.
“Lie back down,” I whispered roughly.
She was too gorgeous, her hair fanned out across my pillow.
I reached for the toy and switched it on, slipping it between us so it was trapped and pushing on her clit.
She whimpered. “Now, Finnegan. I need you.”
I took a deep breath and gave my cock a few strokes, then coated it in her arousal. The smooth lips of her pussy were less soft, filled with blood and sensitive nerves. I teased her with my fingers, and each little move caused her to react. She breathed my name, let out one of her cute little whines, and shifted her hips to meet me. She wouldn’t get more ready than this.
I leaned over her and covered her mouth with mine. “Say you love me.”
She shuddered. “I love you.”
Fuck yes.
I forced my way inside of her in one long thrust and blinded myself with the pleasure that exploded within me and pulsed around my cock. Fuck…ing hell. My eyes closed, and a groan escaped me. So tight. Underneath me, Emilia had gone stiff, her fingers digging into my biceps.
My voice came out tense. “Are you okay?” My lips brushed against hers as I spoke, and I willed my heart rate to calm the fuck down. She didn’t need me to lose my shit.
“Yes.” Sweet little liar. Her features were pinched in pain. She took a shaky breath and looked at me with so much vulnerability shining through. “It, um, ow—it hurts more than I thought it would.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” I shifted carefully over the vibrator so it applied more pressure on her clit.
She gasped and instinctively arched her back, and I fucking felt her. How she tightened around me. It was a goddamn chain reaction, and I accidentally pushed deeper into her and buried my face against her neck. The sensations shot through me, sharp and all-consuming.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated through gnashed teeth. “But fuck, you feel so good.”
“I’m glad you think so,” she moaned. “Giving birth is gonna suck.”
I groaned around a strained laugh and grabbed her jaw, ’cause I had to get my mouth on her. “I love you so much, you random dork.”
She giggled through the pain, and her eyes glistened. “I feel better. A little. Just…”
“I’ll be careful.” I kissed her softly and brushed a thumb under her eye. “We’re in no rush.”
She evidently was. She wiggled under me and adjusted her toy, sending a violent shudder through her. A faint flush spread over her chest, and I couldn’t help myself. I cupped her breast and ghosted my lips across her puckering nipple. She was warming up; she was relaxing. I heard it by her sounds too, as they became breathier and less tense.
Withdrawing from her slowly, I grazed my teeth around her nipple and teased it with my tongue before I entered her again. Her pain made a swift return, but this time, I was more prepared. I distracted her body with my mouth and fingers, kissing her until she gasped for air, sucking on her tits until she was moaning, and pushing my pelvis against the vibrator until she was begging for more.
I fucked her unhurriedly, for both our sakes, and let myself take from her. She spurred me on by snaking her feet around my calves and raking her nails across my shoulder blades.
“That toy is gonna do me in too,” I grunted. “Fuck.” The buzzing vibrations traveled up my shaft, heating up my entire fucking crotch until I was the one who was ready to beg. “I don’t wanna come yet.” I pulled out of her and planted my ass on the mattress, the vibrator buzzing in my hand. “Come here. I wanna get handsy.”
She smiled, breathing heavily, and climbed on top of me. Fuck, she was glorious. Naked and flushed, she sat down carefully and took me inside her. I slipped the toy between us and circled her clit with it, and it made her forget the soreness easier.
“That’s it…” I eye-fucked her as she swiveled her hips. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I gently tugged back so she arched into me. Her hands landed on my knees. Neck exposed, perky tits in my face, thighs cradling my hips, tight pussy taking my cock. “Look at you, Emilia.” I stroked a hand up her stomach, between her breasts, until I got my fingers loosely around her throat.
She whimpered and tried to speed up, but I gripped her hip instead to slow her down.
“Finnegan…” she pleaded.
“I can’t have you finish me off yet, baby girl.” I let go of her hair so I could make sure she came again. I rubbed the toy over her clit in teasing strokes— “No, lean back like that. I wanna watch you.” Her body couldn’t be legal. Those smooth, wet lips were spread for my cock, and I could see every inch she took of me. I kept rubbing her clit slowly, knowing the vibrations were driving her bonkers. Her breathing changed. Impatience and need rolled off of her. “You want more?”
“Yes!”
I sucked in a breath and yanked her in for a hard kiss, and I told her to fuck herself on me. She took control of the toy and clutched at my shoulder with her free hand, and I tasted her like a starving man. The kiss became frenzied and intoxicating. I forgot myself around her. Self-restraint flew out the window. Before I knew it, my hands were on her addictive ass, and I was pushing her down on my cock.
“I’m close,” she panted into the kiss. “Fuck, I hurt. Ow—I need more.”
That wasn’t confusing at all.
I pulled her closer, not letting her shift away from the vibrator, and she fell forward. Her lips touched my neck, her breathing unsteady. She ground against me, which shoved me closer to the edge. “Let me feel you,” I said, out of breath. “Goddamn, you’re gonna make me come.”
I clenched my jaw as the ball of churning pleasure dropped lower.
I felt her pussy tightening around me, and she tensed up right before she came. Sh
e stopped breathing and pressed against me to the point where she started shaking, and I had to fight my orgasm.
“Finn—oh God…”
I lost it. With two fistfuls of her ass, I threw her down on the mattress, her head landing along the foot of the bed. Then I was hitching an arm under her knee and slamming into her. I fucked her hard, and the orgasm took over. The heat exploded. I pushed my cock deeper as ropes of come rushed up my shaft in sharp pulses.
I was thrown by the possessiveness that surged through me. For a second, I felt like a fucking savage who was claiming his prey. My body went rigid, every muscle in me protesting and aching.
Emilia trembled and squirmed, little whimpers slipping out between her gasps, and it hit me that the toy was no longer comfortable. She breathed out that she was sensitive, and I managed to turn it off before throwing it on the mattress next to us.
I swallowed dryly and shuddered. “You okay?” I wasn’t sure I could get out another word. I could barely breathe, for fuck’s sake. It was as if I hadn’t exercised in years.
She nodded quickly. “I hurt everywhere, but it’s…different. Don’t move yet.”
Oh, good. I wasn’t sure I could.
Chapter 32
Emilia O’Shea
I woke up Monday morning, one giant ache, as Finnegan shifted closer behind me and kissed my neck.
“Hold your horse peen,” I croaked. “We agreed to rest today.”
He laughed silently against my skin and cupped my breast. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
Yes, about two hours ago when he’d woken me up for another round of sex. Or maybe I’d woken him; that was beside the point. That whole area between my legs was now off-limits for a day or two.
The stinging pain as he stretched me was bizarrely hot and turned me on like nothing else, but I just couldn’t.
“I’m gonna let you rest.” He kissed my hair, which no doubt looked like a bird’s nest. “I got a message from Patrick, and I have to go to my office for a bit.”
I frowned and scrubbed the sleep from my face, then twisted my body to look at him. “Everything okay?”
He nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead. “He received some weird call from Chicago—nothing to worry about. I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant.”
I was too tired to worry, and honestly, excited to have the shower to myself, so I kissed him back and told him to be careful.
The next time I woke up, I was alone, and I walked unsteadily into the bathroom.
Ouch.
I squinted at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a freaking mess.
The happiness in my eyes was unmistakable, though.
Yesterday, we’d gotten everything we wanted. A whole day of nobody disturbing us. Food from the wedding, lots of cake and pastries, and even more sex. As a joke, we’d made a list of spots in the condo to christen, and we’d ticked off a few boxes.
The one thing we were supposed to do was pack, which we hadn’t. I’d have to do that after brunch. Our weddings gifts were arriving today too… So much to do, so little time.
With one of two insatiable newlyweds missing, there was no cock-y surprise for me in the shower. I took my time and used all the organic products I could find that promised to be nice to my skin.
Aloe and shea butter were my friends.
When I was finished, I found myself in our closet picking out the softest clothes. Cotton panties, a bra without underwire. How the fuck had I gotten pinch marks everywh—never mind. The insides of my thighs were a scruff burn party, so I went with a pair of capri-length leggings. All the cotton. Soft, soft cotton. I borrowed one of Finnegan’s button-downs and turned it into a short dress with a belt around my middle.
My hair went up in a haphazard bun.
As I did my makeup, I sent Finnegan a text.
I married an abusive Irish boy. I have marks everywhere! xo
I finished applying the eyeliner and saw he’d replied.
Four guys pointed out the bite marks on my neck, and my back looks like a scratching post for cats. Takes an abuser to know one, kitten shit. ;)
I snickered to myself. “Good times.”
Sarah knocked on the door shortly after, and I let her in, surprised to see one of Finnegan’s guys right outside the door.
“Um, hi. Can I help you?” I asked.
“No, ma’am. Finnegan and Patrick are just taking some precautions,” he replied.
“There’s one outside our door too,” Sarah said. “Patrick said I had nothing to worry about, though.”
Uh-huh. I’d heard that before.
Well, we had heaps of leftovers in the fridge that were going to go bad while we were away, so I might as well make myself useful. We had some time before brunch, and these boys had to eat at some point.
“So…?” Sarah stared at me expectantly and followed me to the kitchen. “This is where you tell me everything.”
I chuckled and opened the fridge. “My body is a wonderland of scruff burns and handprints.”
She waggled her eyebrows. “You guys went rough, huh? Patrick’s already told me Finnegan looks like a mess, and I know what Luna gave you at the wedding.”
Oh God. “Shut up.” I shook my head in amusement and got out the fixings to make a bunch of hoagies and sandwiches. For the record, we hadn’t opened that book yet. “Help me empty our fridge instead—and tell me what you guys did yesterday.”
As far as I knew, the only contact Finnegan had with the outside world yesterday was when he arranged a quick party for those who’d worked the wedding. All the leftover booze and snacks had been delivered to Mick’s pub. I’d suggested sending over a few strippers too, to which I’d earned a WTF-look from my husband.
What? Boys liked strippers.
“We went to Mick’s for a little while. Not much else.” She shrugged. “The so-called important people flew back to Chicago, so we had to see them off—or a few of them.”
I nodded and rolled up the sleeves of my makeshift dress, then got busy filling bread with leftover lamb, gravy, vegetables, and cheese. We had some salmon and turkey too that we used up with the last of the bread.
“Excited about the honeymoon?” she asked, wrapping the hoagies. I followed her with a Sharpie, writing down what meat was in them.
“So much, and I don’t even know where we’re going.” All I knew was to pack for the beach and the bedroom, in the words of Finnegan.
“It’s like you still work at the diner, hon,” she chuckled.
I capped the marker and stuck my tongue out at her.
With close to a dozen lunches, I picked one of my bigger purses and only needed one paper bag for the ones that didn’t fit. Then I received a message from Grace, saying they were almost here, so it was time to go.
“Christ, look at you, Em,” Sarah laughed softly. “Are you already pregnant?”
“What’re you talking about?” I got my phone, keys, and wallet and left the condo. The dude was still there. “Hi again. Lamb, salmon, or turkey? Just pick a favorite.”
He was understandably confused. “Uh, turkey, I guess?”
I dug out a turkey sandwich for him. “Lunch.”
His mouth twitched. “Thank you, Mrs. O’Shea.”
Oh…that was me now. Wow. That was going to take some getting used to.
I couldn’t shake the giddiness of it all.
Sarah and I went into the elevator, and she picked up the conversation again, noting that I was “glowing” and literally mothering street thugs.
I brushed it off, because my brain couldn’t handle that topic now. I didn’t see them as thugs, and I knew I used to. I was supposed to. These days, I saw security, men with families, sons, and friends of Finnegan.
I was fucked.
I’d always liked taking care of people. The difference was, I hadn’t had a choice before.
“I’m definitely not pregnant,” I settled for saying.
We paused on the ground floor to hand out more
lunches and to say hi to Olivier at the front desk. I left a few sandwiches with him for when other lurking Sons stepped out of the shadows to take a break or whatever.
Sarah and I became the sandwich saviors, dubbed by a guy only a year or two older than us, who looked hungover. Probably from last night.
By the time we reached the garage, there were two left.
“Mornin’, darlin’.” Colm opened the door for us with a charming grin, making me giggle. If I lifted his shades, I bet I’d see how hungover he was too. “How are ya?”
“Better than you, I think.” I opened my bag and retrieved the last two hoagies. Conn was seated on the passenger’s side, and he barely managed a two-finger wave.
“Jaysus—you’re a godsend, Emilia. Cheers.”
“The other one is for your brother.”
“We’ll see about that.” He smirked tiredly.
I chuckled and slipped into the car. “Hi, brunch people.” I got settled in one of the two empty seats. Sarah ended up next to me, leaving Grace and Ian across from us. “Where’s Shan?”
“He’ll meet us at the restaurant.” Grace wore the same smile she’d donned at the wedding. It was as if she couldn’t shake it. “How’s married life?”
“Blissful so far,” I laughed. “I hope the trouble doesn’t begin until after the honeymoon.”
“You never know in this family,” Ian replied with a wry smile. “Has Finn spilled the beans about where you’re going yet?”
I shook my head. “The man is a vault.” I didn’t mind the surprise, to be honest. It was going to be a good one. “I might bribe Sarah over to help me pack.”
“Because it takes two to pack a dozen bikinis and a Kama Sutra book,” Sarah teased.
“You—!” I slapped her arm, mortified. “We’re not bringing that!” We were totally bringing that, but there was no need to let Finnegan’s mother know.
Grace and Ian merely laughed.
I slumped back in my seat and huffed. Outside my window, the streets of Philadelphia were relatively empty, given the hour. Tourists and some people who weren’t working took their time going wherever they were off to. And I was sitting here in an armored limo. How quickly life could change.