Page 95 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

“For you, maybe. Your fingers aren’t the same thing as your cock.” I pout.

Sitting down beside me, Declan’s hand goes into my hair. “Now that we got the okay, I can use my mouth.”

I send my own eyebrow up at him. It is kind of crazy for me to be the one complaining. All Declan has had is his own hand. Since I brought Killian home, both of us have loved him suckling from me. I got so hot and wet while he did it. Nearly every time we endwith him bringing me off with his fingers. Yet when it comes to him, he refuses to let me jack him or suck him off at all.

It left me feeling guilty. Here I am, being a cranky witch when I came every time, yet he didn’t. And the way he assured me over and over it was fine and to stop worrying about him had me falling in love with him even more.

“Nope.” I shake my head. “If you can’t, then I can’t either it’s not fair. Although I should have had a longer talk with her about birth control. I just wasn’t sure what to go with—especially considering the one time I tried the pill it messed with me.”

He nods. “Did you want more than one?”

Worried by how still he is, I nod. “Yes, please. You want your girl, and I always dreamed of having a large family.”

Blue meets mine. “Good. One thing I remember reading in all those lovely books is how fertile you are right after you’ve given birth. I’ll leave it up to you—when you want a baby, let me know.”

Three MonthsLater

Miranda

The cat is back. “No, Killian don’t touch the kitten.”

He frowns at me and sticks his hand out to the kitten. I swear this kid is too smart for his own good. The moment the thought is out, I fight back tears of relief. Those weeks spent with the cord wrapped around his neck, really didn’t cause anything I was afraid of.

Oh, it’s not fair how sweet the kitten is. He’s a pretty cat with long silver hair and blue eyes. Huh, it kind of reminds me of Banshee. I sigh as I realize it’s been almost a year since I met that crazy ass cat. It couldn’t be Banshee’s baby or anything—well, maybe a granny or something.

We’re out in the backyard for Killian to get his tummy time. Tummy time his dear granny Aoife interrupted when she hated to hear Killian whine. He stops whining once he gets that I’m not going to pick him up.

The kitten crawls all the way up my chest. “Huh, if you have my eyes tearing up and me sniffling, you’re out on your behind,” I warn the kitten. “I’m supposed to be allergic to you.”

I turn off the alarm that tells me I’ve been outside with Killian for forty-five minutes. The kitten is still chilling on my lap.

That night, I check the time and look to the kitten one more time. Declan enters our room with a smile that disappears when he sees the kitten.

“I’m not allergic to her. It’s a her. I had to ask the vet, and they said she’s healthy. She’s got some of her shots, and we can take her to get fixed in a week.”

He’s quiet and still. “If you’re allergic to cats, one of our kids could be. Did you see how Killian did with her?”

I nod. Getting up off the bed, I offer him the kitten. “Killian is fine. I’m fine. And no one will take her away from you again. We’ll keep her downstairs and flood the house with air purifiers.”

Tension drains from him as he takes the kitten from me. “Are you sure?”

“I am. I wouldn’t have brought her into the house if I thought I would have to ask you to remove her. I promise I’d never be that cruel.”

His hand is around my throat. “I pick you over a cat, a kid, all the money in the whole damn world. It’s always you.”

“Isn’t a good thing there’s no need to choose this time? What do you think for a name?” I run a finger along the kitten’s head.

He shrugs, “I’m not sure yet. Let me think about it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m going to need you to show me. And don’t you dare pull out a condom. I need you bare. I’m ready for your baby.” I run my hand down his beautiful chest.

“Ah, so whatever fear you had has been resolved?” No judgment or cause for the embarrassment I feel.

“It’s not easy carting a kid around to special classes or specialists. I think Killian is as scary smart as his father. I’m done being worried he was adversely affected by the cord and everything.”

Nodding, a hand goes into my hair. “There’s nothing wrong with being worried about him. It would be weird if you weren’t. But as you finally also believe what I’ve known since we brought him home, he’s gotten his smarts from his mother.”

I shake my head as I cup his thickening cock in my hand. “Definitely his father’s child. No testing isnecessary. Give me my little girl. I need you to fill me full of come and knock my ass up.”

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