Page 114 of Mob Saint

She nestles against me again, and my hand slides up and down her back three times before I cup her arse. I still haven’t fucked my future wife there. It probably won’t be tonight since I might pass out the next time I stand up. But I’m sure as fuck going to watch her come.

“Dadeee!” She hisses the word.

“What?”

“Are you thinking about us having sex?” She’s so quiet I can barely hear her.

“I’m thinking about making you come on my face.”

“Oh, my God. Seamus, shh. Someone’s going to hear you. It’s bad enough it’ll only take one glance to know you’ve been thinking about someone.”

“Not someone. You. I’m thinking about you. Nobody gets me hard but you.”

“Nobody gets me wet but you.”

“Not even Alejandro?” Where the fuck did that come from? I did not mean to say that out loud.

Tiera rolls fully onto her side and pushes up on her hand. She cups my jaw and leans in to press a tender kiss that makes me feel like an idiot for asking.

“It’s like walking onto a movie set with New York’s syndicates. It should be mathematically impossible that every man from the ruling families is hot. Like those odds are steeper than anything in Vegas. I’m not blind, nor am I going to pretend to be. The other men are attractive, and Alejandro is hotter than most. But there is only one man who makes me wet. One man who makes my pussy ache. One man whose cock I want pressed against my tongue. One man I want to feel inside me, whose cum I want inside me. I only want you, Seamus. No one comes close to how attractive you are to me. Let someone else fall for Alejandro. I couldn’t give two shits who. I’m too busy wanting you to care about anyone else.”

“Did you know you’re a sweet, sweet woman?” I grin like a fool.

“Do you remember the pain pills your dad gave you when you came round?”

“No.”

“I think they just kicked in.”

“In that case, I’m invincible. I think I’ll tell everyone to fuck off, so I can fuck my girlfriend.”

“Dadeee!”

“I love making you say that, that way.”

We hear a loud throat clearing, and Tiera ducks her head against my chest. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and give her a squeeze. Can’t we have one private conversation?

“What Finn?”

“We need to get going. Brant’s been chewing Dillan and your dad out for the last ten minutes. They muted it and have been talking about dinner while he rants. Tiernan really needs to call him, and we need to head out.”

“Shit.” Tiera tries to scramble out of the back of the SUV, and I’m tugging her wrist again.

“Finn, bring us the phone.” I cup Tiera’s ear after I sit up with a groan. “I’ve heard his wife, Ally, call him Daddy when she thought no one could hear. I’ve heard him call her cailín. You’re the only one I’ve called that, but I suppose I got the idea from him, Dillan, and Sean. I’m pretty positive their marriages are like our dynamic. He won’t tell anyone.”

She nods, but she’s blushing again. She’s gorgeous.

Finn pokes his head around the open door long enough to hand the phone to Tiernan. She takes it off mute.

“Dad, it’s me. Dad. Dad, listen. It’s me. I’m okay.”

I listen to Tiera speak to her father for five minutes. It takes that long for him to calm down and to stop threatening my life. He’s rightfully pissed I didn’t let him come. Tiera lets him vent his spleen. But when she’s had enough, she lets Brant know.

“Dad, if this had happened when Aaron was alive, he would have deferred to you. You would have been the man to decide how to protect me. I told you at Gareth’s what I’m telling you now. Seamus decides. I love you and I don’t trust you any less than I always have, but Seamus is who I need and who I trust the most. When it comes to my safety and the family we hope to have one day, you must let Seamus decide.”

“Are you pregnant, Tiernan?”

“No. I’m not married or even engaged. But everyone knows that when an O’Rourke lets a woman into his life, he won’t let go.”

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