Page 27 of Desecrated Reign

“You’re insatiable. I’m freezing my tits off here, and you’re edging towards round two.”

“Only for you, but you’re right, let’s get you home, so I can fuck you in a hot shower.” I waggle my brows before peering over my shoulder in search of my suit jacket, only to find it lying in a soggy heap. “Well, I was going to offer you my jacket, but like you, it’s a little wet.” Her muted chuckles vibrate off my neck as I slide my hands beneath her arse and lift her from the bonnet. “Climb on, love. We need to get some heat into you.”

After circling the car, I prop her on my hips and open the passenger door. Then, I lower her into the seat. “Flick on the ignition and turn the heater up. I’ll see if there’s anything in the boot for you to throw on.”

Her eyes flick to the building behind me, then back to me. “What about…?” She tips her chin towards the warehouse.

“I’ll sort it.”

After kissing her on the top of her head, I step back and close the door. Heading towards the boot, I pull my phone from my pocket, click on my recent calls and select Lorcan’s number. It rings twice before his Northern drawl bleeds through the receiver. “What’s happenin’, kid? Is everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah. It’s good,” I assure him as I pop the trunk and rummage through his things, searching for something Saoirse can wear. Within a few seconds, I find an extra-large black hoodie—a shame, really. If it were up to me, I’d happily watch her wander around naked as the day she was born. Unfortunately, it’s only fourteen degrees Celsius, and I don’t want her to catch her death.

Jumper tucked under my arm, I sit on the open boot lip, then try to be as cryptic as possible, choosing my words carefully. Syndicate 101, you never know who could listen in on our calls. “The job is complete. Got a little messy, but nothing a good cleaning crew can’t solve.”

Lorcan follows my lead. “I’ll organise someone as soon as possible.” The line goes quiet for a second. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s a little in her head. But she’s okay.”

His heavy breath is audible through the receiver, and I can almost see him rolling his bottom lip between his teeth—a signature move he makes when thinking. “Everyone is staying at Éanna’s cabin tonight, so why don’t you take Saoirse to mine. She’ll have more space to breathe over there. Less noise.”

“Will do.” I had already planned on having her in my bed, but I doubt Lorcan wants to hear about me defiling his little princess, even if she is my queen.

“Call me if you need me.”

After hanging up, I climb into the driver’s seat as Saoirse watches me with sleepy hooded eyes. Passing her the hoodie, I wait until she pulls it over her head and has her seat belt secured before pulling out of the farm yard, car pointed towards the cabins.

* * *

I lie awake, flat on my back, one hand behind my head and the other keeping Saoirse tucked against my side. I’ve spent the last three hours staring at her while she tossed and turned next to me, Liam’s name falling past her lips every few minutes. I’ve contemplated waking her a dozen times, but if all she gets of Liam is brief visits in her dreams, who am I to take that from her?

It’s no secret when it comes to Saoirse that my jealous side rears his ugly head, but with that being said, I’ve accepted that a part of her will always belong to Devereux. She still loves him, and although their love completely differed from what she and I have, it doesn’t make it any less real. I’ve made peace with the fact that loving Saoirse Ryan means sharing her with a ghost, and probably always will.

Tamping my jealousy, I peer down at her once more. Her damp wayward strands of hair tease my skin as I draw my fingertips up and down her spine. The memory of the shower we shared last night after we arrived back from the warehouse rushes to the forefront of my mind—a visual of her on her knees sucking my cock as water cascaded down on us. My cock twitches as I recall how I gripped her hair in my fingers, slammed her hot mouth over my shaft, and met her eagerness with untamed thrusts until she clutched my balls and I exploded against her tongue. Nothing beats the sight of her peeking at me from beneath her lashes, the sheen of my cum glistening against her pouty lips.

A low mumble resounds as my fingers trail along her ribs, and the vibration of my chest against her cheek has her stirring from her sleep. As I gaze down at her, her hand caresses my bare chest, drawing tiny circles with her fingertips.

Even first thing in the morning, she’s fucking stunning—with her black lashes kissing her blushing cheeks, her lips slightly parted, and her hair splayed in a million directions. “Mornin’, gorgeous.” I greet her, tipping my chin to my chest and kissing her forehead.

Her lashes flutter open, and a sleepy smile spreads across her face. “Can we forget the world and stay in this bed forever?”

In times like this, I wish I could just be a normal eighteen-year-old without a care in the world, but unfortunately, that couldn’t be further from the truth. And although I’d love nothing more than to lock us both in this room and never leave, I can’t. At least not yet, not until we finish what Gabriel started. “I wish we could, baby. But Lorcan already texted while you were sleeping.”

With a huff, she lifts her head from my chest and props it on her hand. “What time are we heading back to Killybegs?”

“In about an hour or so. Beibhinn and Aodhán have already left, but we have a few things to do first.” I shoot her a devious smile.

“Yeah, like what?”

I grip her hips and draw her tiny frame over me until she’s straddling my waist, my morning glory nestled between her thighs. Wrapping one hand around her waist, I flip us over and cage her beneath me. “I’m starving, love. I need my favourite breakfast.”

* * *

“Mornin’,” Lorcan greets, peering over the top of his iPad as Saoirse and I enter the kitchen.

“Morning.” Saoirse heads towards the coffee maker and pops in one of her chocolate pods. Her eyes flick towards mine. “Do you want anything?”

Taking a seat across from Lorcan, I shake my head. “I’m good.”

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