Page 115 of Mob Saint

No truer words have ever been spoken.

“Dad, we have to go. Seamus and Cormac are both injured. I don’t know how they’re running on fumes, but they are. They both got shot protecting me. Seamus is looking flushed, and he’s sweating.”

I want to think she’s saying that to get her dad off the phone, but I realize she isn’t wrong. I don’t feel so well all of a sudden.

It’s been two days of sweating my arse off and feeling like death. Apparently, I shouldn’t have sweat into my leg wound, and I shouldn’t have rested on my knee to whale on someone’s face. So much for it just being a graze. I got it infected. But I don’t regret it. Darren is dead, and so is Keith. They can never come near Tiera again. Zack can never fuck with her mentally or emotionally ever again. I’ll take feeling like shite warmed over to know I protected her in the future even if I failed her the other day.

She’s been by my side since the moment I passed out in the SUV. I don’t remember how I got home. Plane? Car? Pegasus? She was holding my hand each time I came to. I just needed to know she was still safe. Then I was out of it again. We’re at my place, and I woke once to her arguing with Dillan about getting some rest. I caught something about how he should go home to his wife and hide behind her because Tiera was going to knock him out if he tried to make her leave again.

“Cailín?” I’m pretty sure I mumbled that several times because each time I did, I remember it feeling like someone kissed my forehead. I hope I didn’t embarrass her by saying it in front of my family.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m here.”

We must be alone.

“Will you get into bed with me?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Seamus. I don’t want to jostle you. You’re supposed to remain immobilized as much as you can.”

“And I think the only thing I need right now is to feel my future wife in our bed.”

Shite.

I sense Tiera doesn’t move. The room is completely still. I force my eyes open, and I see her staring at me. Did I imagine everything? Wasn’t she here? Was it guilt that made her stay?

“Daddy, what did you just say?”

“I said my future wife should be in bed with me.” I feel sick, and it isn’t the fever I had.

She perches on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch me. “How drugged up do you feel?”

“Tiera, I’m not fevered. Check me. I’m not drugged up. I’m completely lucid for the first time in days.”

I watch her lean forward to grab the thermometer from the bedside table. Her shirt gapes open, and I have a view down it.

“You have the finest pair of tits ever made.” I look toward the door and see it’s shut. “Take your shirt off. Now.”

She looks down at me like she intends to ignore me and grabs the thermometer. I take it from her and toss it onto the far side of the bed.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, little girl.”

“Seamus, this really isn’t?—”

“Take it off before I rip it off.” I try to move my left arm, but it doesn’t cooperate. It’s sorer than I expect after slamming it into the wall, then using it to eviscerate Darren’s head. Some of the command is gone when I’m too weak to lift even my hand. I tug her forward and bite the front before yanking with the other hand.

“Okay, okay.” She whips it over her head. Her push-up bra is completely unnecessary. I know how magnificent they are.

“No more bras either. When I want to suck your tits, I’ll do it. I want nothing in my way. Fuck, Tiera. I’m hard.”

“I see that.”

She looks down the bed at my groin. The sheet’s pushed up over my obvious arousal. She unclasps her bra and leans forward. She offers her tits to me, and I groan. My good hand squeezes her right one until she moans. She reaches across me to balance as she brings them to my mouth. I latch on and bite. Hard.

“Daddy.” It’s a breathy sigh that makes my cock twitch.

I switch and play with her other nipple. I flick it over and over, sucking every so often. I can tell she’s just as aroused and needs to get off.

“Straddle my thigh, cailín.”

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