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“Can’t wait, father. Two days, please.”

“Okay, son, I’ll make it happen. I’ll drop you a message later when I’ve ironed out the details.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate this.”

We both hang up without another word.

I’m pacing the hall twenty minutes later after calling my other brothers and inviting them all around for dinner tonight with their women.

I need to tell them the plan, right after I tell my woman. But I need her home first. I need to feel her, I need to make sure that she’s okay. The fact that her Da is in the country is not a good sign. I’d checked his tracker again after I’d ended the call with Father Murphy and found that he was around the corner from the dress shop. He’d known where she was, and I have no idea how. But the fucker won’t get near her. I don’t care what I have to do to protect her, or who I need to protect her from.

I sit on the stairs, watching the door, breathing in and out, trying to get a handle on my anger, when it opens and in walks Ronan. He looks at me and nods, then steps aside, letting Cara through the door. I’m on her in three strides, my hands gripping her face, my eyes roaming every inch of her. I know in my head she’s okay, but my inner demon needs to be sure. He’s bubbling at the surface, ready to strike if there is even a single hair out of place.

“Finn, what is it?” Her eyes are focussed on mine, and I see the worry in them––worry I know I’m creating. I lean down, gently placing my lips on hers, giving her a slow, sensual kiss that leaves us both a little breathless.

I pull back, taking in her beauty, and I smile before looking up at Ronan. “See you tonight.” He gives me a single nod then heads out.

“Where is your dress, princess?”

“With Alex. Are you okay? Are you going somewhere?”

“I’m okay, and I’m not going anywhere. My family are coming over for dinner tonight, there’s something I need to tell them, but I need to tell you first.”

I see the concern and confusion cross her beautiful face. “Tell me what?”

“I’m bringing the wedding forward. We’re getting married in two days.”

“Wait, what? The wedding isn’t meant to be for another week. I don’t understand…”

I lead her into the front room and take a seat on the sofa, pulling her down with me and placing her so she’s straddling me.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” She leans forward, placing kisses along my jawline and down my neck, sucking gently on my Adams apple. My hands grip her arse, pulling her down onto my cock, letting her feel how she makes me.

She moans into my neck, and it makes my dick twitch. She undoes the top buttons on my shirt, kissing down my chest, and I move one of my hands to her hair, gripping it and twisting it in my fist. I pull her head back, looking her in the eyes to see they’re filled with desire and want. I lick my lips, preparing to taste her. I pull her back to me, and her lips connect with mine. She slides her hand down my chest and stomach, and down to my needy cock. She adds pressure, rubbing me over my jeans. I groan into her mouth, and she smiles and pulls away, standing as I look up in surprise at her.

“I don’t like things being kept from me, so if you want more of this, you’re going to have to tell me the truth.”

She goes to walk away, and I grab her hand, pulling her back onto my lap. This fucking woman. “I’ll tell you what you want to know, on the condition that you lose your jeans and ride my dick.”

She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow before standing, and I think for a moment she’s going to walk away, but she shocks the shit out of me by undoing her jeans and sliding them down her legs, along with her panties. I undo mine and slide them down my thighs before guiding her back onto my lap and positioning her where I want her. She shuffles on her knees, getting comfortable, before grabbing my cock and lowering herself all the way down onto it. We both groan in pleasure the moment she is fully seated.

Chapter 17

I rock back and forth slowly. He’s keeping something from me, and I plan on dragging this out until he tells me the truth, but just as I think I’m the one in control of the situation, he grabs my hips, speeding up my movements while pulling me down even further, increasing the friction between us. I grip his shoulders to keep my balance.

I try to slow down, but his grip it too tight, and he leans forward, his lips connecting with the curve of my neck. He sucks before biting down, not enough to draw blood but enough that I feel a sting of pain, and in the same breath, he thrusts up into me. The pleasure mixed with the pain of the bite confuses me, but I cry out, my orgasm crashing through me.

I fall forward, my head resting on his neck. I feel a little spent, but he continues thrusting into me, pulling me back and forth, chasing his own release. I use what little energy I have left, moving my hips back and forth and rotating them in circles. I feel his body stiffen, and his arms lock around my body, pulling me to him as he thrusts once more and then calls out, “Fuck, yes, princess,” as his orgasm takes hold.

“That wasn’t meant to happen. I wanted to be in control,” I tell him as he chuckles and peppers kisses along my neck.

“Maybe one day I’ll let you be in control, princess, but today is not that day.” I place my hands on the sides of his head and pull him away from my neck. I can’t concentrate when he’s kissing me.

“You said you would tell me the truth.”

“I did, and I’m going to. Go get cleaned up and then I’ll tell you what’s going on.” He kisses me, his tongue pushing through my lips and tangling with mine. I pull him closer, but he stands, ending the kiss.

“Later, princess. Go, get cleaned up.” He places me on my feet, smacking my arse as he bends down to pull up his jeans.

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