Page 69 of Mob Saint

He nods as he reaches into his pocket. Silently, he pulls out his keyring and holds one up. He points toward the door. I can lock or unlock it from the inside, so he won’t trap us. He’s offering to give us privacy. Maybe there’s still a humane bone in his body—at least toward Tiera. He slips from the room, and we hear the door lock. There’s the soft murmur of voices in the hallway, but nothing loud enough for me to understand.

“Cailín, what do you need right now?”

“You.”

I tilt her head back, then cup her jaw. “You know I’ll hold you for as long as you want. You’re where you belong, anyway.”

“On your lap?” She offers me a watery smile.

“And in my arms. When you’re ready, we’ll leave. We don’t have to talk to anyone you don’t want to. We’ll get in the car and go wherever you want.”

“Can we go to my place?”

“Of course.”

“Would—would—you stay with me?”

I don’t like the timid whisper. She’s scared to ask. She’s scared I’ll say no. Why wouldn’t she be after what she’s learned in the past hour?

“Not ‘would’ as though it’s hypothetical. Not ‘will’ either. There’s no question, mo stóirín. I didn’t say that for their sake. You are my little darling when I can’t call you cailín in public. You’re my little darling in private, too. But I won’t hide my affection for you from anyone. My feelings for you aren’t a secret.”

She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. Then she smiles again, and it’s not as weak as before.

“You have such a big heart, Daddy.” She places her hand on my chest, and I wonder if she can feel it beating. She rests it there briefly before sliding it until her fingers are in my hair. She lifts her chin, and I gladly accept the invitation.

Nothing compares to kissing Tiera. Nothing compares to being inside her. Her pussy is so tight it nearly squeezes the cum from me each time I enter her, but it’s as though it were made for me. Being with her is unlike being with any other woman. I’ve enjoyed sex in the past. It’s felt good, and I’ve gone back to the same women more than once. Hell, I enjoyed being with Makayla so much we were involved for three years.

But Tiera will wipe my past from my memory. She could consume all of me if I let her. It’s fucking tempting to. I can keep some of my mind and heart for my family. I can keep some of my mind for work. But she’ll have my soul if we keep going like we are.

“Daddy, I believe everything you said, but I know it was posturing. It reminded Gareth that the O’Briens answer to you.”

“It may have done that, but that wasn’t why I said and reacted the way I did. I will do anything to keep you safe. I will defend you until my last breath, and you’ve seen I have no patience at all for anyone who disparages you—no one who looks sideways at you. People are going to understand my woman is off limits to them.”

“Your woman?” She grins, and it’s like the sun came out from behind rain clouds.

“Yes. You’re my girlfriend now. I don’t know where things are going, but whatever you are to me—friend—girlfriend—lover—whatever—you are mine, and you’re a woman. Therefore, you’re my woman.” I return her grin.

She sits up and wraps both arms around my neck. She leans in, but she doesn’t kiss me. I fist her hair and tug. She sighs. I run my free hand from her right collar bone down to her tits and squeeze both. I slip my hand beneath her shirt and bra, finding her nipple. I tweak it before I pull my hand free and slide it up her leg under her skirt.

I push her legs open and cup her pussy. I dip my ring finger into her and flick it. I pull my hand free and lick my finger before gliding it up the outside of her thigh until I get to her arse. I know she feels me harden even more. My fingers dip into the divide between her arse cheeks, and my ring finger presses against the hole. The one I plan to fuck tonight.

Maybe I should wait until at least the second day we’re having sex before I take her there. But I won’t. I will claim every part of her by morning. I’ve had her cunt. I’ll let her jack me off. I’ll let her suck me off. I’ll titty fuck her and give her a pearl necklace. Then I’ll fuck her arse. It might take me all night and all day tomorrow, but I will do it.

The waistband of her skirt is too tight for me to get my hand under it and up her shirt, so I give up going that way. I squeeze her arse again and the back of her thigh as I slide it free of the skirt. Then I pull her blouse up. I touch every part of her back and belly I can. I feel when she sucks in. I yank my hand free and land a spank hard enough that she yelps.

“You will never hide any of you from me. Every inch of you is mine. If I didn’t like it—if I didn’t want it—I wouldn’t touch you. I wouldn’t hunger to touch you and see you. Devour you. Never change who you are for me. I won’t be happy if you do.”

I give her another hard spank for good measure before I return my hand under her shirt and continue to enjoy the silky skin and all her body offers. I didn’t lie when I told her I’ve never had a type. I don’t. I’ve been attracted to all types, and all types have been unattractive. But no woman makes me react like I do with Tiera. I love that she’s more than just Rubenesque. It’s not that I’m a big guy, so I don’t want a skinny woman. It’s not that I’m a big guy, so I want a big woman. I just want Tiera.

“Seamus, I’ve heard how your family is together. I know there are two sides to all the men in your family. The one who does what he must, and the one who chooses to be with his family. Don’t hide the part of you, you think I’ll fear any more than you amplify the part you think I want. You are both, and I’ve known that since the beginning. I don’t want one without the other. And not because I can’t manage without the one who will do what he needs to, to protect me. The man I’ve fallen for is both. Never change who you are with me. I won’t be happy if you do.”

Her tone is soft, but her gaze is pure steel. Completely unbendable. I’ve fallen in love with this woman. I’ve known that from the start. She gets me in a way no one outside my family ever has. I don’t have to explain myself, justify myself, or hide myself from her. I still never want her to see what I can become, but she knows about it, and she accepts me despite—for—it.

“I’ve fallen for you too, T. Hard.” My voice is barely loud enough for her to hear. I want her to know that, but I still feel exposed admitting it. Even after she just said what she did, it’s hard to admit my vulnerability. She has the power to crush me.

As she gazes into my eyes, I think she gets that. She cups my cheeks and rubs her nose against mine. Then she presses her lips to mine and opens. But she does nothing more. She’s surrendering to me again. I’d lightened my hold on her hair, but I clench my fist around it again. I hold her head in place as I kiss her, forcing her to open wider for me. I invade her mouth with my tongue. Just like her body, I refuse to let there be a single inch of her mouth I don’t claim. She moans and presses her lips to me even harder.

When we pull apart, it’s only because we need to breathe more than we can with our faces locked together. I wrap her hair around my wrist and rest my other hand on her throat.

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