Page 162 of Bad Bishop
When I turned around, he already looked perfectly composed, tucking his shirt back into his slacks and zipping himself up. Not a hair on his head was out of place.
Tiernan picked his phone up from the nightstand. Checked his messages. Arched a brow.
“Angelo’s en route to your family’s basement. Turns out he was in the area.” He leaned to kiss the top of my head. Every inch of my skin still hummed with postorgasmic shivers. “Get dressed. You’re leaving.”
My eyebrows pinched together. “I’m coming?”
“You just did. But, yes, you’re coming with me to your parents’.”
“It’s nine thirty.”
“Yeah.”
“And there are about forty Irish soldiers roaming this building.”
“Yeah.”
“Most likely, the only person who wants to hurt me, Angelo, will be in the same basement with you.”
Chagrined amusement touched his frown. “Is there a point somewhere in your little speech,Gealach?”
I shook my head, more confused than ever. “Why do you need me there?”
“Because I love you.” He stared at me incredulously. “Isn’t that enough?”
A little earthquake in my chest, its ripples making my entire body tremble.
“I don’t want to see him.”
“You won’t,” he assured me. “You’ll be upstairs with your mam and Imma. He’ll be downstairs, playing catch with his internal organs.”
I slipped out of my dress and wobbled into the walk-in closet to pick out a fresh one and a pair of new panties. When I opened my underwear drawer, a strong, manly hand reached from behind my shoulder to close it back shut.
“No.” His lips moved on the shell of my ear. “I want you to walk around leaking my cum.”
His hands slid down from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping them, thumbs caressing my tight, dark nipples. I tilted my head against his chest, moaning. His hands traveled lower, to my stomach. I froze.
For the first time since we got married, Tiernan touched my stomach.
Tears gathered behind my eyes and nose. Grateful, happy tears, and a rush of joy coursed through me.
Splaying his fingers over the round, hard belly, he moved his lips along the crook of my shoulder.
“Sorry about the mess, little guy.”
I snorted, feeling more cum dripping out of me as my abdominals contracted. I turned to him, draping my arms on his shoulders.
“Tiernan,” I spoke.
“Wifey.” He encircled my waist, drawing me close.
“I have something to say.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I love you.”
This wiped the cocky smile off his face.
