Chapter 21
Waking Up His
Ciara
I wake and go to stretch like a cat. I wince when my body screams from places I’ve never known could ache so much. That’s when I register the welcoming scent engulfing me.
A smile comes to my face as I remember where I am and what happened last night. Or I should say this morning. A glance to my right tells me that I’ve slept in for most of the morning. I’m a little disappointed not to find Dylan in the bed with me.
He did say he’s an early riser. We got to talk a lot more after our hours of passionate lovemaking, after round after round of hot sex. We soaked in his huge tub before we called it a night.
That was enough to make sure I slept like a baby. Well, that and being wrapped in Dylan’s big, strong arms. I’ve never slept better.
A goofy grin comes to my lips. I sit up and look around the room in the light of day.
This place is super nice. I smile at the black-and-white framed photo on the wall of Dylan in the ring, looking at the camera with such intensity in his eyes and sweat dripping down his face.
There’s a single bead on the tip of his nose.
Damn. That’s my man.
Laughing at my thoughts, I fall back against the bed. I allow myself a moment before the reason I woke up reminds me that I need to get up. I stand on shaky legs and double over as soreness in my belly tells me I need to move a little more gingerly.
“But why do I still feel him? It’s like he’s still inside me,” I mutter to myself as I hobble to the bathroom.
I empty my bladder that’s screaming at me and then go to take a shower. Once I’m done, I find a robe on the back of the bathroom door and wrap it around me.
I can’t help but laugh as it swallows me. I could probably wrap it around me twice. I have to hold the hem up so I don’t trip over it.
If I can get to my gym bag, I can put on my workout gear at least. My stomach growls and I decide to go in search of Dylan and my bag. I should probably check on Ciarán while I’m at it.
When I pass by the room Ciarán was in last night, I find it empty. All his things are spread out as if he went through his haul this morning, but he’s nowhere to be found.
I head for the stairs to go down to check the kitchen. On my way down the steps, I begin to hear voices. The delicious rumble of Dylan’s voice sends goose bumps up my arms and across the back of my neck.
I bite my lip as I remember him speaking against the back of my neck while he thrust into me from behind in the wee hours of the morning.
I will never be able to say my first night wasn’t one to remember.
It may have been his first time, but he treated my body like someone who knew exactly what to do with it.
I freeze just out of sight as Ciarán’s words float to me. My heart squeezes as I listen to what he’s saying to Dylan. He’s taken to him so quickly.
“I think we’ve been lucky. I don’t think Theo and Sean will stay away forever. Lily had her moments. She wasn’t all bad all the time.
“However, she didn’t want to see Cee go either. She always got this look when Cee would say we were going to be gone one day. Cee did everything for them.
“If it wasn’t for her, there never would have been food in the house, and the place would have been dirty. She kept the gym going too. They never deserved to have her in their lives.
“They didn’t appreciate her and always demanded more without thanking her for a thing. Sure, they made me clean up and if I was around, it was like their legs and hands didn’t work.
“Ciarán, get me something to drink. Ciarán, where’s the remote? Ciarán, I’m hungry. Get me a sandwich.
“Ciarán, get my shoes. Ugh, I hated it there, but Cee always had it worse. She could have left when she turned eighteen, but she stuck around for me.
“They’re not going to let go. I know they’re not. I need to be ready to protect her when they come. That’s why I want to fight now. You make it fun and don’t make me feel stupid if I mess up, so that’s the reason I asked to train at your gym,” Ciarán says.
“I want ya to fight because ya want to. Not because ya fear some assholes from yer past. They are yer past, Ciarán.
“I’m here now. Ya and Ciara are safe with me and my family around,” Dylan says, his accent coming through thick.
Ciarán giggles. “That is so cool how you sound like a New Yorker one minute and then you sound like Taegan the next.”
Ciarán doesn’t seem to realize yet that Dylan’s accent slips when he’s angry. I’m sure he’s pissed off from hearing how we were treated. Ciarán actually gave a mild version of it all.
“Ciara and I will have to take ya home, so ya can learn more about Ireland. Taegan and her family are from a town not far from where Ciara and I used to live.”
“Why do you keep calling Cee that?”
“I used to know your sister when I was a little boy. When we were friends, her name was Ciara Walsh.”
“Oh. I wasn’t even one when Mom was killed. I don’t know anything about before then. I wish I was older to help Cee remember more.”
“I’ve got her there too, buddy. Finish your food and get back into that tape. That’s a good site to learn from. Mondo is a good buddy of mine. His fighters have great technique.”
“Your videos online are great too. You should start your own channel like Mondo’s for MMA fighters and boxers. That way, he doesn’t feel like you’re copying or stepping on his toes,” Ciarán says.
“You’re a smart kid, you know that? I’ll think about that one. It’s not a bad idea. The editing and stuff will take up a lot of time I don’t think I have.”
“I could help with that. We could even use one of my drones to record footage. Bro, I have so many ideas.”
“Slow down, killer,” Dylan chuckles. “I have a lot on my plate, but I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
“Cool, cool. Did you see that combo? Wow, this guy is good.”
I take a deep breath and push forward so they know I’m there. I have to cover my mouth to stifle my laugh when Ciarán comes into view. The pajama shirt he had on last night is gone. He’s sitting shirtless in his sleep pants just like Dylan is.
However, my brother doesn’t have the muscles and chiseled body my man has. Ciarán may have shot up in height, but he’s sitting with his little bird chest out, eating a sandwich and what looks to be chips while his tablet sits on the countertop between him and Dylan.
I walk over to see what they’re looking at on the tablet. I kiss the top of Ciarán’s head. He looks at me with a huge smile on his face. Dylan wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me between his legs as he kisses the back of my neck.
“Taegan dropped off a bag of clothes and toiletries for you. The bag is in the chair with your other things in our room,” he says into my ear.
“Our room?” I crane my head and lift a brow.
“Cee, Dylan said we could all hang out today. Can we go to the beach? Please,” Ciarán pleads, pulling my attention back to him.
“It can be our second date. I have time today and I know the perfect beach,” Dylan breathes, sending a shiver through me as his breath fans the skin of my ear and neck.
I turn in his embrace to look up at him. His eyes are sparkling as he looks down at me. Placing his forehead to mine, he inhales deeply and tightens his hold around me.
“I thought I asked you to stop promising him things,” I say.
“Come on, Cee. I did my homework Friday night. We’ve never been to the beach. Please,” Ciarán pleads.
I only cave because I feel bad about spending so much time with Dylan yesterday during Ciarán’s birthday. Before I can say a word, Dylan crushes my lips with his. Then breaks the kiss to place his chin on my shoulder.
“Why don’t you go get ready while I feed your sister.”
“Yes, I know just the fit. Taegan helped me pick it out. I love New York,” Ciarán sings and rushes off.
Dylan buries his face in my neck and groans. The too-big robe falls open and he slides his hands inside to glide over my bare skin. My nipples tighten and my pussy begins to pulse.
“You’re driving me crazy. I want you so bad, but I know we shouldn’t again,” he breathes into my neck.
“Why not?” I moan.
“You soaked after, but I’m sure you’re still sore. Your body needs to recover.”
“Okay, I have questions about your knowledge of sex and your level of experience.”
He cups my neck and tilts my head back with his thumb. Then he ghosts his nose across my lips, my cheeks, and then the bridge of my nose.
“Before you get your license to drive a car, what do you do?”
“Take driving lessons,” I reply breathlessly.
He nips my lower lip and tugs. “I’ve been waiting and preparing for you. You don’t have to have sex to learn how to please a woman.”
Sliding his hand up to my breast, he pinches my nipple. I gasp right before he shoves his tongue into my mouth and kisses me deeply. I lock my arms around his neck and lift onto my toes to get closer to him.
I drop my head back as he takes the same hand and slides it down between my legs. I suck my lip into my mouth as he tests my seam, rubs my clit, and then pushes his fingers in and out of me. Dylan gives my neck a gentle squeeze with the hand he still has wrapped around it.
Like last night, his simple touches make me instantly wet. I crave his touch and being near him more than I would like to admit. The sound of my juices validates the claim he has on my body.
“Don’t worry, baby. I plan to share all I know with you and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it,” he whispers into my ear.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come.”
“I know. That shit is so sexy. Come for me, baby.”
“Fuck,” I moan.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against my temple as I fall into him, shaking with my release.
My legs buckle and he has to hold me up. He releases my neck and begins to rub my back. I can’t believe we just did that.
Ciarán could have walked in on us at any second. I look up at Dylan as the sound of his hum catches my attention. He’s licking his fingers clean like he has honey all over them or something.
“I should probably go get dressed. Once my legs are working,” I laugh.
He stands and scoops me up. “I’ll have something for you to eat when you’re done. Take your time,” he says as he carries me back to his room.
Dylan
I hum to myself as I bob my head to the music playing in the background while I make Ciara a sandwich and my signature homemade potato chips.
I’m feeling good. Last night and this morning was amazing. Watching my girl come in my kitchen was such a turn-on. If I didn’t know I fucked her more times than I should have last night and that Ciarán could return any minute, I would have bent her over and taken her again right then and there.
Her response to my touch is amazing. A smile comes to my lips as she walks up behind me and wraps her arms around me and presses a kiss on my back. Grabbing a chip, I half turn and hold it to her mouth.
She takes it and her eyes light up. I can’t help dipping to peck her lips. Giving her a wink, I then turn to plate her food.
“Tell me more about this beach,” she says as we move to the island for her to sit and eat.
“I’ve been thinking. Ciarán would probably like Coney Island. There are rides and a beach. However, Far Rockaway Beach is a vibe. We could skate and eat and chill.”
“You skate?” She turns to look me up and down.
“Come on. Do I skate? You and I used to skate all the time.”
“Yeah, but you’re like what? Six-six, six-seven or something. I can’t imagine you skating now.”
“I’m six feet, six and a half inches. Two forty-five. I’m not scared of a pair of skates, I know what to do with my body.”
“Yeah, I can’t say you’re lying there.”
I snort and lean over to peck her lips as she chews on her food. She’s so adorable. She has her hair piled on top of her head, showing off her ears and neck.
I reach to rub at the passion mark I left between her neck and shoulder blade as if I can wipe it away. She shrugs against my hand, trapping it in place. I can’t help smiling. She’s ticklish there too.
“Well, to be honest with you, he would love to skate more than he would like the rides. But we don’t have skates,” she says.
“Far Rockaway it is. We’ll get you guys skates.” I wink.