Page 46 of Destructive Truths

Saoirse chuckles in my arms. “Thanks for today, B. I needed a little normal.”

“Tomorrow we’re celebrating properly, no objections. Party at the gate-lodge, and wear the BBE dress you bought, because it’s hot as fuck.”

Beibhinn comes closer, and Saoirse steps from my grasp. The next instant, they wrap their arms around each other in a friendly hug. As much as I’m thankful that Saoirse is back in my life, I’m also happy my sister found a friend. Before Saoirse, Killybegs was a man’s world, and Beibhinn, as badarse as she is, never quite fit in. At least not entirely.

Beibhinn steps back and clutches Saoirse’s shoulders. “Love you, bish.”

“Love you, too.”

Beibhinn tilts her head towards me. “Take care of our girl.”

I wrap my arms around Saoirse’s waist and draw her back to my chest. Then, resting my chin on the top of her head, I wink at my sister. “Oh, I plan to.”

Her body shudders. “Fucking hell! At least wait until I get to the end of the drive.”

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“Liam! Put me down.” Saoirse beats her little fists against my back as I rush up the staircase with her slung over my shoulder.

My hand skates up her thigh, roaming beneath her leather skirt until it meets her plump arse cheek. My fingers dive in, and I grab a handful, making her squeal.

We make it to the main bedroom in seconds, and I toss her onto the bed. Her body hits the mattress with a slight bounce, and her sweet laughter fills the room. Next, she rises onto her elbows and tips her chin to her chest. “Someone is needy today.”

“Did you seriously think you could rock up looking like my favourite dessert and not expect me not to devour every inch of you?” I reach behind my back, and then in one swift motion, I tug my T-shirt over my head.

When my eyes fall back on her, I bask in the rise and fall of her chest as she drinks me in with her hungry gaze. Then, starting at the Greek Gods of Olympus tattoo that covers my lower torso, she appraises my artwork, biting down on her lower lip.Slowly, I pop the button on my jeans, lowering them enough to display the crowned skull tattoo on my pelvis. Her breath hitches.

Placing one knee on the bed, I grab hold of Saoirse’s boots, tug them off, and toss them over my shoulder. Once I’ve removed them, I wrap my hand around her ankle and pull her towards me. “Tell me, Free Bird, how many orgasms do you want for your birthday?”

Before she can respond, I circle my arm around her waist and lift her off the mattress. Then, flipping our positions, I sit on the edge of the bed and lower her onto my lap.

Her arms come up and rest on my shoulders as I run my tongue along the column of her neck. “Two?” I bite down, then soothe the burn with a brush of my lips. “Four?” My hands trail up her waist, gathering the mesh material and guiding it up and over her head.

Saoirse’s thighs tighten around my hips, and I draw her closer. “Six?”

Lowering my head to her sternum, I flatten my tongue against her olive skin and draw my piercing across her flesh, forcing her to drop her head back and elongate her neck. “Dev,” she cries, a breathless moan as she arches her back.

My fingers dance up her spine with a feather-light touch, stopping at the thin band holding her bra in place. With a flick, I unclip the tiny clasp. Then using my teeth, I ease the straps down her arms until they fall to the crease of her elbows, exposing her perfect breasts. I take my time, tasting every inch of her. Then, gripping her hips, I lift her from my lap and place her between my legs, feet on the floor.

From this position, I’m at eye level with her stomach, so I lean back, resting my body weight on my palms. “Take off the skirt, darlin’.”

“Yes, sir,” she sasses. Fuck, I like the sound of that.

A sultry grin pulls at her lips, eyes raging with desire. Then she reaches behind her back and lowers the zip. She eases the tight leather over her hips with both hands until it pools around her feet.

Standing before me in nothing but a high-rise black thong—which makes her legs look like they go on for days—and those taunting body chains, she has me harder than fucking steel. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I reach out, wrap my fingers around the jewellery, and tug her towards me. Saoirse falls forward, but I catch her around her waist, then lift her off her feet until she’s on top of me.

Needing her beneath me, I flip us over and grind against her pussy.

“Fuck, Dev. Stop torturing me.”

Flashing her a wicked smile, I lower my mouth to her skin and kiss my way down her torso, stopping when I meet the lace material of that sexy-as-fuck thong. My fingers tease the fabric, then slowly pull it down her legs. Once they’re off, I keep them in my grasp and ease myself off the bed. “Turn over, Free Bird.”

Without question, she does as I ask, then peers over her shoulder, watching as I pull my jeans and boxers off. Once I’m bollock naked, I climb back onto the bed, bringing her thong with me. I kneel behind her and then trace the small scrap of lace over her spine. Her body bows at the sensation, and I lower my mouth to her ear. “Put your hands behind your back.” I tug at her underwear, ripping them open.

“Um, huh.” She watches me over her shoulder with bated breath.

Her arms come behind her back, and I draw her wrists together, then tie them tight with the lace. Keeping my grip on the material, I pull her up onto her knees, then use my other hand to push between her shoulder blades so her face rests against the mattress. “Good little queen.” I praise her as she rests her cheek against the duvet but keeps her arse high. “Now, spread those legs for me, darlin’.”

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