Page 61 of Líadan's Code

“I did,” I rumble. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy everything we do, Princess.”

Brendan wraps himself around Líadan like a very dangerous cat, making me smirk as he rubs his face against her back.

“You need to shave, baby,” she teases him, wiggling her ass at him.

The way they act together is incredible. They’re open and honest, and Brendan just drapes himself over her whenever possible.

“I will tomorrow,” he says with a yawn. “I didn’t have time while I was being a shadow and stalking people. Now, hush and sleep before the next disaster happens.”

“God, I feel like I should be knocking on your thick noggin right now,” I groan. “Don’t borrow trouble or I’ll spank your ass.”

“Hmm, I’ve never been spanked before by a hot man,” he says, kissing Líadan’s shoulder. “I feel like you’re threatening me with a good time. Should I call you Daddy too?”

“Fuck, please don’t,” I tell him, snorting. “That’s surprisingly not my kink. I’ll happily dominate and fuck your tight ass without it.”

“I thought we were supposed to be going to sleep,” Líadan whimpers, making me groan as her hand wanders to squeeze my cock.

“We are,” I grumble. “Close your eyes before I end up doing all the things I’ve been wanting to do.”

“You should probably take your hand off his cock, Lía,” Brendan says, nipping her shoulder.

Her gasp makes me smirk as she starts to remove her hand. Feeling bold, I take hold of it, shoving it down my pants.

“Now, behave and go to sleep, baby,” I growl, yawning.

I can feel the curve of her smile against my skin as we all settle and fall asleep. I want more time with them like this, and I’m willing to fight for it.

“Are we really going on a date now?” Líadan asks with a suppressed smile. My mission in life is to get her to laugh more. She deserves to grab some happiness in this life.

“Yep,” I say with a smirk, squeezing her thigh. I told the two of them to dress warmly, and that was it.

We’re on the subway headed to do some ridiculous touristy things. The city may be swarming with enemies, but the last place they’ll be is where we’re going.

Brendan leans his shoulder into mine as he crosses his boots at the ankle. His messy dark brown hair is half hidden under a warm black woolen hat, his body covered in a long coat to keep the chill away.

He looks as if he could be on the cover of a mafia magazine if such a thing existed. His tattoos peek out of the top of his coat, a hint of greens and blacks and purples.

“I’m not telling you either,” I murmur, watching the way his coat opens to show off his strong thighs in his dark pants. His cock is hard and proudly outlined in them, and he’s not doing a damn thing to hide it.

I’m bookended by two gorgeous brats who enjoy being in control. It’s adorable.

“So unfair,” Líadan grumbles, crossing her legs. She’s wearing dark jeans, a maroon coat, and a cream sweater. Her curly raven hair is up in a braided messy bun at the top of her head and a warm gray cable knit headband keeps her ears warm. Her makeup is light, even though I’d tell her she doesn’t need it if it wouldn’t get me stabbed.

Líadan can wear whatever she wants after years of being told otherwise.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say, glancing up as we arrive at Central Park. “Time to get off, Princess.”

“Promise?” she asks brightly, making Brendan and I snicker.

“Maybe later,” I tell her as my ears go hot and red. There’s an older woman glaring at me who may be in her seventies. Oops.

“Dirty old man,” she hisses as I help Líadan from the train.

“Maybe turn down your hearing aid in public spaces,” I suggest as we get off the train.

Brendan bursts out laughing as Líadan’s eyes go wide.

“Oh fuck,” she whispers as I shrug.

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