Chapter Twenty-Nine Quinn
I t was a little after two am when a knock came at my office door. “What?” I demanded.
To my surprise, a familiar blonde head poked in. “Aren’t you done?”
“Almost.” I eyed her curiously. “Why?”
She swept inside the door. Instead of her usual leggings and t-shirts, she wore a form-fitting green dress that hit just at her knees with a mouth-watering pair of green suede knee boots. I remembered seeing her in the dress during our shopping spree, but the boots were definitely new.
Cocking my head at her, I asked, “Why are you all dressed up?”
A mischievous grin lit up her face. “I have a surprise for you.”
While I inwardly groaned, I kept my face impassive. “What kind of surprise?”
She swept a hand to her hips. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, silly.”
“Perhaps this is when I tell you I don’t like bleedin’ surprises,” I grumbled.
“No, you don’t say,” she teasingly replied.
“Isla,” I warned.
With a cheeky little grin, she came around the side of my desk. She held out her hand to me. “Come on, Big Guy. You’re mine for the rest of the night.”
Since the last thing I wanted was to give into her surprise, my hands gripped her tiny waist. “Quinn, what are you–”
She shrieked as I hoisted her up. “Put me down!”
I obliged her by plopping her down on my desk. I then shoved her dress up her thighs. Gripping her knees, I pushed them wide apart. “What are you–”
My head dipped between her thighs. She sucked in a harsh breath when I licked her over the tiny scrap of green lace. Fuck, I could never get enough of her smell or her taste.
“Quinn, no,” she panted breathlessly as her hips arched up off the desk.
“Your pussy says yes.”
“She’s a traitor.”
I chuckled against her hot center. “She’s loyal to her master.”
Isla scowled down at me. “You are not her master.”
“Are you sure about that? I command her pleasure.”
“So does my rabbit vibrator,” she tossed back.
I slid my finger up her wet slit. “You’re already soaked for me, Little Dove.”
When I glanced down at her, her lips turned down in a pout. “You’re ruining my surprise.”
“Let me ruin your pussy first, and then I’ll let you surprise me.”
I then plunged two fingers inside her, causing Isla to gasp. “You don’t play fair,” she panted.
“Just give yourself to me.”
Without another word of protest, Isla widened her thighs, giving me even better access to her glistening pussy. I continued plunging my two fingers in and out of her slick walls. Then I suctioned my mouth against her clit.
Isla cried out and clawed at my hair. She began rocking her hips against my face. “Yes, oh God, yes!” she cried.
When I added a third finger, Isla could barely keep still on the table. Her back arched and her thighs trembled as her arousal coated my fingers to my knuckles. The squelching sound of me finger fucking her pussy was music to my ears.
My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, signaling as much as I wanted to prolong and torture her with pleasure, I needed to move things along.
When I slid my fingers out of her, Isla mewled, “Don’t stop!”
With a teasing smile, I said, “Not until you say it.”
“I’ll say anything if you’ll just make me come.”
“Say that I’m the master of your pussy.”
“Quinn,” she whined.
When I eased back even more, her fingers tightened in my hair. “No, please, okay. I’ll say it.”
With my index finger teasing her opening, Isla cried, “You’re the master of my pussy.”
I rewarded her by thrusting all three fingers back inside her and sucking her clit into my mouth. When my teeth grazed her sensitive bud, she tensed, With a scream, her walls clenched against my fingers.
After I lifted my head, I groaned at the glorious sight of her pussy glistening with my saliva and her cum. Standing up, I made quick work of undoing my pants. After sliding them and my underwear down my hips, I gripped Isla’s thighs and widened them.
With one harsh thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, causing us both to groan. Isla wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me closer to her. “Fuck, I love being inside you,” I grunted.
“I love you being inside me,” she replied with a lazy smile.
“You take me so fucking well, Little Dove.”
My fingers then dug into her hips as I began to pound her relentlessly. The sound of our skin slapping together and harsh pants filled the air around us. I reached forward to squeeze one of Isla’s bouncing tits. I pinched and tweaked the hardened nipple, causing Isla’s eyes to roll back in her head. “Mm, Quinn, I’m so close,” she panted.
After I slid my forearms under her knees, I jerked her back onto my harsh thrust. She shrieked with pleasure. My movements were animalistic, but I couldn’t seem to bury myself deep enough in her. But Isla didn’t protest. She appeared to be as desperate for me as I was for her.
Her orgasm set off, clenching her walls around my cock. The intense grip of her pussy sent me over the edge, and I cried out her name. As my hips bucked, I pumped her full of my cum.
When I was finally spent, I stared down at her satiated face. “That was better than any surprise you have for me.”
“We’ll have to see about that.”
As I started to bend over to kiss her, Isa’s foot jabbed against my chest. “Oh no. You don’t get any more loving until you clean me up.”
I grinned down at her. “But I like the sight of my cum dripping out of you.”
Crimson stained her cheeks. “Well, I can’t enjoy your surprise if I’m all wet and sticky with your stuff.”
“Cum,” I corrected.
She wrinkled her nose. “I hate that word.”
“Say it,” I growled in a command.
Her eyes flashed with a mixture of annoyance and desire. “Fine. I can’t enjoy your surprise with your load of cum dripping from me.”
A primal growl roared from my chest at her words. “Fuck, Isla. You can’t say shit like that and not expect me to flip you over and fuck your brains out.”
“You told me to say it,” she protested.
“I know. But it’s hearing it on those sinful lips of yours.”
When I reached for her again, her eyes widened before she shook her head wildly back and forth. “No, no, no!”
To my amusement, she slid off the desk and then waddled rather comically into the bathroom with her thong around her ankles. After the water turned on, she yelled, “You’re impossible!”
When I threw my head back with a laugh, she shouted, “ Gléas!” , which of course only made me laugh harder. I was wiping my eyes when Isla reappeared with her thong back in place, and her dress readjusted.
With all the bravado her pint-sized self could muster, she ordered, “No more funny business, okay?”
I grunted. “Fine.”
She grinned and grabbed my hand. I allowed her to drag me down to the elevator. When the doors opened, she practically bounced on the balls of her feet. After our quick descent to the first floor, Isla pulled me off the elevator.
To my surprise, the club was empty. Shadows played around us as the main room was bathed in candlelight. On every table a white votive burned except for the table in the middle that was encircled with votives.
“What is all this?”
“Since we have crazy hours, we really never get to have a date, so I wanted to bring one to us.”
“Seriously?”
She nodded. “As a romantic at heart, I wanted to do this to celebrate our anniversary.”
I snorted. “We have an anniversary?”
With a playful roll of her eyes, she said, “Yes, Mr. Beasty, we do.” With a grin, she added, “It’s been a month since we became official the day of my attack.”
I sucked in a harsh breath. “Don’t remind me of that night.”
“I know. I don’t like to think of it either, especially now the bruises have all faded.” She patted my chest. “That’s why it’s important to celebrate our anniversary, so we can have happy memories associated with it.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.” She then pulled me over to the center table where it was set for two with an enormous pot in the center. “A little birdy told me what your favorite Irish dinner was.”
“You talked to Caterina?”
“Maybe.” Reaching over, she pulled the lid off a dish. “Voila. It’s Cottage Pie!”
As I stared between her and the dish, I fought to breathe. No woman had ever done something like this for me before. Not even before the bombing. It overwhelmed me. What was left of my dark heart thrummed wildly at Isla’s gift.
Once I finally found my voice, I asked, “You really went to all this trouble for me?”
“I sure did.”
At the tears pricking my eyes, I dipped my head to hide my face by nuzzling her neck. Pinching my eyes shut, I let my lips travel up her throat. At her satisfied gasp, I said, “I don’t deserve you, little dove.”
“Aw, you do. More than you could ever know, Quinnie the Pooh.”
My eyes popped wide against her neck before I jerked back. “What did you just call me?”
An impish twinkle gleamed in her eyes. “Quinnie the Pooh.”
“No one but my sister is allowed to call me that.”
“But it’s so cute.”
“Isla,” I growled.
She traced her finger over the rose tattoo on my neck. “Seriously, how precious is it that she couldn’t say Quinn and so she said Winn instead?”
I sucked in a breath. Only my extreme inner circle knew about that nickname. “Did Caterina tell you that story?”
“No, Maeve did.”
“You talked to my sister?” I questioned incredulously.
Isla nodded. “When Caterina called your mom to get the recipe.”
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. “You talked to my mother?”
Refusing to meet my eye, she replied, “Maybe.”
“You didn’t tell her you were my girlfriend, did you?”
Hurt radiated in Isla’s eyes. “What would you have preferred me to say? That I’m just a dancer in your club who you fuck?”
Shite. I’d gone and done it now. “Isla, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it came out. I just wanted to know what you said, so I could do damage control the next time I talked to them.”
“Seriously? I know I'm a stripper and not from one of your precious clans to make a marriage alliance with, but I can’t believe you would be so ashamed of me.”
I ran my hand over my face. “Jaysus, I’m making such a mess of this.”
Isla crossed her arms over her chest. “Maybe it’s time you tried cleaning it up and explaining why you would care that I spoke to your mother and sister?”
I exhaled a ragged breath. “There’s something you need to understand.”
“I’m listening.”
“I haven’t introduced my mother and sister to a woman since long before the accident.”
Isla’s brows creased in confusion. “Why not?”
“Because there hasn’t been one.”
“You haven’t dated anyone in two years?”
“No. I haven’t. While I might’ve fucked many women in that amount of time, I certainly didn’t feel anything for them or date them.” I pushed the hair out of her face. “I swear on all that is holy that I’ve wanted to tell my mam about you, but I wanted to do it in my own way. Especially not in front of my younger sister who would automatically think she needed to buy a dress to wear to our wedding.”
“Oh,” Isla murmured.
I smiled at her. “I’m sure the moment they heard we were dating, wedding bells started pealing in their heads.”
“I hope you know that the thought of marrying you isn’t a bad thing,” Isla huffed.
“It isn’t?”
She shook her head. “I’m not looking for it anytime soon, but it’s not the worst Idea I’ve ever heard.”
“I don’t think it is either, Little Dove.”
“Good. Now that you’ve explained yourself, I think we can proceed with celebrating our anniversary, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Sit,” she urged.
“Do I look like a dog?” I mused as I plopped down in the chair.
“No. But your behavior lends that way sometimes.”
“Ouch. You have the claws out tonight, Little Dove.”
To my surprise, Isla eased down on my lap. My hand slid up her back, entangling my fingers in the long waves of her hair. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” I murmured.
With a gleeful look, Isla dipped a fork in the pie. After scooping out a heaping bite, she brought it to my lips. “This is quite the service,” I mused.
“I’m happy to do it.”
The moment the pie hit my tongue, I fought my gag reflex. Considering how good it smelled, it was a shock to my system. How she could have made something as delicious as the colcannon soup yet screwed this up was beyond me?
Forcing a smile, I swallowed down the bite. “Delicious.”
Isla smacked my shoulder playfully. “How can you be a mafia man and be such a bad liar?”
My eyes popped wide. “I’m not lying.”
“Yes, you are.”
With a resigned sigh, I replied, “Okay, fine. It’s terrible.”
Her rosy lips turned down in a pout. “I don’t know what I did wrong. I followed the recipe exactly as your mom gave me.”
“Maybe some of the measurements were off since they’re on the metric system over there,” I suggested.
“As a scientist, I should’ve foreseen that being an issue,” she lamented.
I swallowed my laugh. “It’s the thought that counts,” I remarked.
“You’re right.” To my dismay, she rose off my lap. But I was quickly rewarded when she bent over the bag next to the table, showing off her ample ass. She pulled up to reveal a pizza box from my favorite pizzeria.
Flashing me a grin, she said, “It’s also having a backup prepared.”
I threw back my head with a laugh. “Smart, very smart.”
She opened the box and then slid it under my nose. At the mouth-watering smell, I closed my eyes. “I’m going to owe you many orgasms for this.”
“Somehow I think that’s a gift for you as much as it is for me.”
“True.” As I grabbed a piece, I asked, “How did you know Regina’s was my favorite?”
“The same birdy told me as well that you love the sausage and peppers pizza .”
“I’m going to owe Caterina for this,” I mused.
“As long as you don’t pay her in orgasms like you are me,” Isla teased.
“I’m pretty sure Callum would cut off my cock if I even remotely look at Caterina sexually.”
“You know, it’s kind of sad that we’ve been together for a month, and I don’t even know what kind of pizza you like,” Isla pouted.
“You know a lot about me,” I scoffed.
“Such as?”
“You know I love eating your pussy and giving you orgasms.”
Isla stomped her foot. “I’m serious, Quinn.”
I laughed. “You’re ridiculously adorable when you’re mad.”
“I’d like to strangle you right now.”
“I’m not sure I’m into erotic asphyxiation.”
Just when I thought she was going to explode, I reached over to kiss her. “I’m sorry for teasing you. I’m thinking right now would be a good time to give you my anniversary gift.”
Isla gasped. “You remembered?”
With a sheepish smile, I replied, “While I’d like to take credit, it was Caterina who mentioned it to me a few days ago. She thought I should be prepared.”
Isla grinned. “Why am I not surprised?”
“You know this beast is a work in progress.”
“I appreciate you trying to be a better man for me.”
“Would you still feel that way if I hadn’t gotten you a gift?” I teasingly asked.
“Yes.”
“Liar.”
Her eyes popped wide. “I’m not lying. I figured I was the only one who had paid attention to the date.”
“Would you like me to get your present now?”
“It’s here?” At my nod, she did a giddy clap of her hands. “Yes, get it!”
Until it arrived this morning, I was sweating bullets that it would make it on time. I didn’t think flashing her a picture would have the same effect as giving it to her in person. After retrieving the box from the storeroom, I came back out to the main room.
Before I could make it over to Isla, she rushed to my side. You would’ve thought she was a kid on Christmas morning with her enthusiasm. With much more strength than I imagined her having, she tore open the shipping box. She then pulled the wooden crate out of the box.
At the sight of the name on the box, she gasped. “You got me a microscope?”
“It’s an antique one.”
“I know.”
“You do?”
She smiled. “This particular serial number for an E. Leitz Wetzlar is from before the 1900’s.”
“You’ve got a good eye,” I mused.
“I know my microscopes.”
After setting the wooden box on the table, Isla opened it up to reveal a brass microscope in pristine condition. I’d paid extra to make sure of it. Her fingers ghosted over the equipment.
When she finally turned back to me, there were tears in her eyes. “Fuck. You don’t like it.”
Without a word, she launched herself at me. As she squeezed me tight, I said, “We can get one you like.”
She pulled away to stare into my eyes. “I don’t want another one. The one you gave me is absolutely beautiful.”
“But you’re crying,” I protested.
“Because I love it so much.” She hopped up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. With her lips against my ear, she whispered, “It’s the best present anyone ever gave me.”
A jolt shuddered through me at her words. Pulling her back to where I could look into her face, I asked, “It is?”
She nodded. “It was so thoughtful.”
“I think cooking for me was pretty thoughtful.”
She laughed. “It isn’t a competition.”
“I know. No woman has ever cooked something I loved before.”
Isla’s lips turned down in a pout. “But it tasted awful.”
“It doesn’t matter. It was the thought that counts and all the trouble you went to.” I brought my lips to hers. “It was the best present ever.”
“But I didn’t even buy anything for you.”
“You didn’t need to. It was perfect.”
“Just as yours was.”
“I’d thought about a diamond necklace or bracelet,” I answered honestly.
Isla shook her head. “Your gift speaks to my heart. It’s more beautiful than the most expensive diamond necklace.”
I rubbed my thumb along her bottom lip. “I suppose for our second-month anniversary I should find more antique equipment.”
With a grin, Isla replied, “I would love that.” She tapped her chin. “I’m going to have to talk to Caterina or your brothers to see what I can get you.”
“All I want is you.”
“And you have me.”
“Can I have more of you after we finish the pizza?”
“Yes.” Waggling her brows, she replied, “If you make Shane put the partition up, I’ll let you have me on the way home.”
“Now that’s a gift,” I mused.