Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“I’m messy,” I say as he strokes in and out again. “I’m filthy.” Another stroke, faster. “I need your big cock, baby, please.”
Then he’s fucking me and I’m lost, I’m finished, he’s filling me deep and driving into me the way I really, really need. It’s incredible, getting fucked raw and hard like a dirty girl, and my brain’s totally fried at this point. He fills me, licks my nipples, kisses me, and I’m dangling over the edge, ready to drop at any moment.
“You’re going to come for me,” he says, demanding and needy. “And when you do, you’ll get on your knees and swallow every drop of my cum, like the dirty, filthy, messy fucking girl you are.”
“Yes, Ronan,” I moan, and he slams into me, leans forward, and bites my shoulder.
Fuck. Fuck. The trigger pulls and I am so incredibly done.
I come hard for him, body flushing red, mind going black as the explosions tear into my core and travel up into my brain. I have to lean back on my elbows because I can barely support myself, but he’s not done with me, he rips into me as my spine turns to jelly. I’m panting hard, sweat rolling down between my breasts, and he finally pulls out, leaving me empty and twitching with bliss.
“Now, love,” he commands, stroking himself.
I drop down to my knees, open my mouth, and suck his tip as he strokes his shaft. Two circles of my tongue and he’s coming too, filling my throat. I swallow him as he groans, the most animalistic and beautiful sound I’ve heard in a long time.
He’s breathing hard and I’m panting too as he pulls me to my feet and kisses me. We stay there, touching, gently and slowly, his hands moving down to my ass and up along my spine. Tingles rush along my skin.
“I’m still pissed at you,” I whisper, but there’s no bite in it.
“That’s all right. I can handle pissed.”
“Also, it’s not fair. You can’t just fuck me every time I’m mad.”
“I don’t know, that seems like a pretty good way to make everyone happy.”
“Arrogant asshole.” I close my eyes, leaning my face against his chest.
“Yeah, love, I know.” But there’s only humor in his voice.
Chapter 24
Ronan
Dinner at my mother’s house. All the cousins, uncles, and aunts are there. It’s a packed house, even compared to the normal crowd, and while everyone’s trying to act as though nothing’s going on, it’s hard to miss the underlying currents.
Tension runs thick through every room. Heads turn in my direction and I catch deep, uncertain frowns. Greetings aren’t quite as effusive, conversations are clipped and muted. My mother acts like nothing’s going on but when I retreat into my office, Niall’s right on my heels.
“They want to talk,” he says, closing the door behind him, but not approaching.
“Who’s they?” I keep my face calm and plaster the usual knowing smirk on my lips. “I’m guessing Cormac’s involved?”
“Not just him. Uncle Brian, Uncle Eddie, and Uncle Joseph. Plus a few of the younger cousins too, but they’ll wait outside since your office is too small.” Niall’s expression is hard, and I share his uncertainty.
The uncles have so far been studiously aloof regarding leadership roles. They supported me when I came up, which is how I took the position with such ease, and so far, I’ve been able to count on their backing. The younger cousins might grumble, and the uncles might not necessarily love what’s going down, but at least the oldest generation understood that strife within the family was bad for business all around.
But if the uncles want to talk, that means the whispers are beginning to bubble over.
“Bring them in,” I tell Niall.
Niall leaves and returns a minute later with three older Irish men in their sixties trailing behind him. Cormac comes as well, which isn’t much of a surprise—I suppose he’s the voice of the cousins now. They arrange themselves in the room, talking quietly, keeping everything nice and calm.
Of the three, only Uncle Eddie is my father’s actual brother. He was passed over for leadership due to his bad hip and his poor hand—he walks with a terrible limp and can’t quite move his fingers very well. He willingly turned the job down, though I don’t think anyone ever took him all that seriously to begin with. Uncle Eddie is loyal and stalwart and honest, but he’s not the cleverest man in the world.
Uncle Joseph and Uncle Brian are different. Joseph is taller, slim, gray, wrinkled, and serious. Brian’s stocky with the same silver hair he’s had since he was my age and light blue eyes with deep laugh lines. They’re my father’s cousins or some shit, I’m not even sure anymore, and together they represent the upper echelons of the family leadership.
Then there’s Cormac, saying nothing.