Chapter Eight

Ciaran

"Please, Ciaran," Waverly moans, rocking back to take my cock as I sink my hand in her hair, craning her head back. "Please."

"What'd I tell you, angel?" I growl, nipping her shoulder as I pump into her, keeping her right on the edge. There's nothing sexier than my wife on the edge, pleading for me to fuck her harder. "I fuck you how I want to fuck you. You come when I decide to let you come."

"Ciaran, please," she begs, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock. And Christ. I fucking love the way that feels. Even after all these years, she's still as perfect as ever. Fucking her still feels exactly like coming home. There is nothing better than the feel of her wrapped around my cock, squeezing like a fucking vise.

I tighten my hand in her hair, slipping a hand between her legs to play with her hard little clit.

"You want to come, angel? Come just like this," I order, stilling my hips.

She sobs in frustration, trying to rock against me. But we both know that shit isn't happening. She's going to give me what I want. And what I want is for her to come just like this.

"Come, Waverly," I growl, nipping her shoulder again. "I know you're right there. I feel how close you are."

She sobs again, her back bowing as she gives up the fight, her inner muscles clamping down on me. She shouts my name, coming all over my cock.

I growl a curse and finally give her what she wants, pounding into her hard and deep.

She screams my name, going wild beneath me.

"Fuck yeah," I growl. "Go wild on my cock, angel."

Christ, she does. She bucks and writhes, slamming herself back to meet every hard thrust until she's shattering on my cock again. I don't stop. I drive into her over and over, fucking her without mercy exactly the way she loves.

When she shatters the third time, I roar her name, unable to hold off my own orgasm this time. Her pussy is too fucking good. I pump into her, spilling again and again.

She sobs my name when she feels it, her muscles fluttering and clenching.

It's goddamn perfect just like always. With her, it always is.

We collapse in a heap, my arms wrapped tightly around her, both of us breathing heavily.

"I'll never get enough of you," I murmur, pressing kisses all over her neck and shoulders. "Not ever, Waverly."

"Good," she whimpers. "You aren't allowed to, Ciaran."

I smile softly, flipping her over to brush a sweet kiss across her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." She cracks her pretty blue eyes open, staring up at me. "Do you feel better now?"

"About the fact that our daughter is in love and there's not a damn thing I can do about it? Fuck no," I grunt, sighing heavily. "But if you keep letting me do that, I might survive, angel."

Her body shakes with laughter. "Poor baby. You need extra love, huh?"

"Yes. I need all of your love."

"Too bad." She taps me on the nose. "We're due at breakfast in an hour."

"Fuck." I flip onto my back, flinging an arm over my eyes. "Don't remind me."

She laughs again. "Admit it, Ciaran. You love these reunions."

She's right, I do. But this one feels different. Our babies are growing up. It's the last time they'll all be Carmichaels. By the next reunion, Ivy may very well be an Eller. And she may not be the only one with a new name, a new family.

I've never much cared for change, especially when it means giving up control. And there's no bigger loss of control than watching your kids grow up and leave the nest. That shit is fucking terrifying.

Don't get me wrong. I'm excited to see what life brings their way. But knowing there's shit I can't protect them from anymore is not a good feeling. I don't know how my dad and uncles did this shit. They made it look easy, but it's not.

It's the hardest thing a parent can do.

"It'll be okay, Ciaran." Waverly rolls toward me, snuggling up against my chest. "I know it'll be okay because, no matter how old they grow or where life takes them, we'll always be here to ensure that they have a home base. We'll always be here to remind them what it means to be family and what it means to love. They're ready to take on the world. We made sure of that, the same way your mom and dad made sure you were."

I tip my head to the side, glancing down at her. "When did you get so smart, baby?"

"I don't know. I think it was about the time I said yes to marrying this bossy giant who likes to deny me orgasms."

I grin, sliding my hand up her side. "I've never denied you an orgasm in your life."

"Oh, really?" She stares at me with wide eyes. "What do you call what you're doing right now, then?"

"Oh, is that how it is?" I chuckle, crawling over her.

"Yes," she whispers, tipping her head back to kiss me.

"Well then," I growl, hitching her leg up over my hip. "Let me just fix this real quick "

I thrust into her, making her moan.

We're going to be late for breakfast but fuck it. Somehow, I doubt we'll be the only ones. We never are in this family.

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