Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
When Aela shimmied against me, my morning wood appreciated the greeting.
Groaning, I pressed my hand to her belly to hold her in place. “Don’t tease. Too early for that. What day is it again?”
When I grumbled into the back of her neck, she snorted but shimmied again.
“Take the hint, O’Donnelly.”
My eyes popped open. “Huh?”
“The hint!” Another shimmy.
“Ohhh.”
Suddenly wide awake, I slipped my hand down her stomach and realized she’d worn one of those baggy shirts to bed.
How hadn’t I noticed that the night before? Not that I was complaining—easy access, for the fucking win.
I groaned again. “No panties?!”
“None.”
Her breathless tone had me nipping her shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”
“Because I wanted to sleep. Now, I’d very much like for my husband to fuck me before I have to go and make breakfast.”
“Your husband can definitely help with that. And breakfast too.”
She moaned. “That might be the sexiest thing you’ve said this month.”
“Then I need to work on my dirty talk.” I let my tongue flutter over to her pulse point as my hand slipped between her thighs.
Levering her leg, she hooked it over my knee, and I hissed when I found her warmth. Just on the brink of wetness. And from her “squirmy” state, I knew she’d been reading on her phone before she’d woken me up.
“What was it?” I breathed in her ear before nipping the lobe. “One of Aoife and Inessa’s recommendations?”
“Yessss.”
She shuddered as I fingered her clit then reached for the hem of her sleep shirt and dragged it up to her chest. When her fingers plucked at her nipple, I muttered, “I can’t see shit in here. Fucking daylight savings—”
“Use your imagination. Don’t stop!” The hitch in her breath had me nipping her throat. “Ugh, you’re going to leave a hickey.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“No, but we’re too old for hickeys.”
“Ha!” I nipped her again. For extra measure. “Never too old.” I licked where I’d attacked and sucked, pressing down hard until she bucked back into me.
Veering away from her clit, I quickly slid my fingers down and tested her readiness.
“So wet for me, baby.”
“God, I hate you when you leave love bites, but they feel so good,” she mewled.
“That’s because I give you what you want. You’re just too shy to ask.”
Though she chuckled, it died off midway through. “Fuck, Dec. That’s it. Grind your—”
I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit and let her work herself over. “You are so fucking hot, Aela. I love how wet you get for me. Nothing better in this world than waking up with you in my arms like this.”
Her tight pussy clung to my knuckles.
“Go on, baby. Use me. Get yourself off. You earned it. By being so fucking awesome. My god, you amaze me.” Her cunt fluttered in reaction to my words. “Just feel that. So hot and wet. So tight. I can’t wait to slide my cock into you. I’m going to goddamn explode once I sink home.
“But you’re gonna be even tighter because you’re not getting my dick until you come. Hear that, baby? Now, be a good girl for me and just let yourself feel.”
My crooned words had her breath hitching again as I toyed with her pussy, giving it to her exactly how she loved.
And like the good girl she could sometimes be, she obeyed and took her pleasure. Focused on it and released the softest of keening cries as it shattered through her.
“So goddamn hot. Well, how’s that feel, Aela?
My wife. Mine.” I continued thrusting, but gently now.
When she shuddered in my arms, I rasped, “So wet and warm. God, you really are fucking perfect. I think I know that and then I touch you again and it just reminds me of how little I know and how much there is for me to remember, until it’s cleaved in my memory for-fucking-ever. ”
“Dec,” she warbled, her lower body tensing. “I need your cock. Please. Fuck me.”
“Whatever my wife needs, she gets.”
I let my fingers retreat but gave her clit a gentle pat that had her gasping.
Pulling my cock free from my boxer briefs, I slipped it between her thighs. Then, I covered her sex with my hand and tipped her hips back.
“You gonna put me inside you, baby?”
“Goddammit, Dec,” she mewled.
My laughter was gritty in her ear, but it morphed into a growl as her fingers, those clever, wicked fingers stroked over my length. She didn’t mess around or tease. Whatever dirty scene she’d read in her book, I had to thank the author for because holy fuck, she wanted hers this morning.
One second, I was out in the cold.
The next, my dick sheathed itself inside her.
Slowly, I pushed into her because she was still tight as fuck thanks to her recent orgasm, but so goddamn juicy that I slipped in just right.
“Declan,” she whimpered, turning her head into the pillow, but I tutted and slipped my hand higher, cupping her throat to encourage her to tilt her face toward me.
“No hiding,” I chided as I nibbled on her bottom lip, then swiped my tongue over it. “You like my cock in you, baby?”
“God, yes. You feel so good. Thank you.”
“For?”
“Getting a vasectomy,” she rasped, making me snort.
“You like it when I come in you, huh? Maybe I should make you walk around with me inside you all morning,” I rumbled. “Just a little reminder who owns this pussy.”
She shuddered. “You know you do.”
“You sure you haven’t forgotten? Maybe those heroes in those books are looking hot to you,” I teased, because only a weak-minded, lazy asshole could be jealous of a fictional character.
Who was I to complain if words got my wife hot? I was the lucky chump who reaped the rewards.
I tipped my goddamn hat to smut authors everywhere.
“Not as hot as you.”
“You sure? Your fingers didn’t hit the spot like mine?”
She tensed. “Huh?”
“Your pussy was a little too juicy.” I nipped her earlobe again. “You tried to get off without giving me a show. You know my cock’s yours to use.”
“Is it?” Aela sagged. “Whenever I need it?”
“Fuck, yeah. When you need me inside you, I’m there.” I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Just use me, baby. Whenever you want.”
“Oh, god.” As she whimpered, her cunt clamped down on me. “Fuck me, Dec. Please. God, I need you to move—”
I might not be book smart, but I was a genius in “Aela.” She practically fucked me from below as she wriggled and writhed, the idea of using me like that clearly an epic turn-on.
I pumped my dick into her, giving her what she needed. Her imagination did half the job, and when she came, she released a hiss. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop, Dec.”
“I won’t,” I vowed. “I won’t. But I’m close, baby. So fucking close. Your pussy is perfect. You cling to me just right. How the hell am I not supposed to come?”
“Oh,” she whined as I carried her straight on through that one.
“Can you get another? Show me how you touched your pussy earlier.”
With an immediacy that had me laughing, she grabbed my hand and directed me. All the while, I thrust into her, not lazily but not frenzied either. If I did, then I’d come too fast.
I focused on touching her, on reminding her why she was mine, and I felt the sweetest burst inside her as she melted around me. Her whole body fell limp as she shuddered through it, releasing the softest of sweet sighs and the cutest, “Oh!”
As her pussy clutched at me, I breathed in her ear, “Baby?”
She hummed. All sleepy and relaxed and cum-tired. “I want you to come inside me, Declan. I want to feel you. I need you. I always need you. Please, give me your cum.”
I sped up. “You sure you want it?”
“I do.” She bridged our fingers together, then tightened her knuckles around mine. “I always need it. Always want you.”
“Always? You sure?”
She growled. “Stop teasing me!”
I growled back in her ear, “So feisty.”
“We can do a science experiment next time and you can figure it out for yourself, but if you don’t give me your cum right now, I’ll scream!”
“And I’d have a problem with that because…?”
Her snarl had me shuddering, especially as she bucked her hips into me.
“Fuck, you fill me so good when you stop teasing me.” Her moan morphed into a desperate whimper. “Please, Dec. Give it to me. I need—”
My heart stilled as I allowed myself to come. It flowed through me, the sharpest of heats as I exploded inside her, hips jerking while I rode the wave. Short and disjointed thrusts that had her releasing breathy sighs.
When I sagged next to her, my own breaths were heavy with exertion.
“Jesus.”
I blinked, enjoying her soft, lighthearted chuckle.
“Nah, Aela. That’s my name.”
I bit her shoulder. Just because. “You sure?”
“Definitely.” She snickered then turned her face toward me. “That was perfect.”
“Yeah. It was. Jesus.”
“Aela.”
Chortling in her ear, I squirreled my arm under her waist and hugged her from behind. “Wanna nap?”
“No. We have stuff to do before we head to the cemetery today.”
Shit. “I hate going there.”
“I know, but it’s tradition.”
“Fucking tradition.”
“Your ma won’t be happy if you tell her you didn’t go,” she said slyly.
“It should be illegal to talk about that while my cock’s still inside you.”
“You’re the lawbreaker, not me. You’d know.”
“Then I’m making it a law.”
“You can. But you’re still going today. At least your ma left yesterday and we won’t have to watch her break down.”
I hid my face in her throat because yeah, that was always hard to witness. “Hate it. So many fucked-up memories.”
She wiggled when my dick slipped free. “I know, baby. But I don’t want to lie in the wet spot so let me get up.”
“Party pooper,” I joked before I spun her around and yanked her into my arms.
She yelped but locked her hands behind my head. “My hero.”
I snorted when she batted her lashes. “I try.”
I hit the night light I’d had installed because I fucking hated pissing at four AM with a light bright enough to perform surgery and trudged over to the bathtub.
“I don’t have time for a bath.”
“We’ll make time,” I chided, lowering her gently to the side. “Hey, did you get the matching PJs for tonight?”
“Thought you hated that tradition.”
I’d deny, in a court of fucking law, that my cheeks pinkened. “Cam likes it.”
“Ah, Cam, huh?”
I ignored her chuckle. “Well? Did you?”
“Maybe that should be your chore next year, seeing as it’s so important to you and Cam.”
“Where the fuck do you buy stuff like that?”
“A store, Declan. A store. It’s a place where they have things for sale and you can go and purchase them. Your brother’s wife will probably have a home collection next year—”
“Which one?”
“Dec!”
I hid a grin. “What?!”
“You’d better be joking right now.”
“About?”
“Jesus Christ, don’t tell me you’ve sat through strategy meetings and—” Her eyes narrowed. “You are joking.”
“Of course I am. Haven’t heard anything about a home store. Where they sell towels and shit? Should I rec that to Finn?”
“Probably. It’d work too. Do some influencer collabs and Eef’s set.”
“You should talk to Finn about that.”
“Mid-Christmas movie or dinner?” she taunted, but she finally turned on the faucets and fiddled with the water temperature.
“Finn won’t mind.”
“I’ll mind! I’m not talking world domination over turkey. Certainly not Aoife’s turkey.”
“You’re right. I think she laces it with fairy dust or something. That shit’s never dry.” I rubbed my chin as I faced the mirror, where a couple days’ worth of scruff awaited me.
“Your ma’s reaction to you not shaving was priceless.”
“She asked me if I was taking lessons from Uncle Paddy,” I said around a grin. “I told her she needed to take lessons from Aoife on the stuffing front.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did. She asked me why I hadn’t cleared my plate. After the Uncle Paddy comment, I wasn’t going to hold back.”
The pseudo-Christmas meal at Ma’s had been great—for the most part. Until Ma had turned psycho on Inessa not having given Eoghan any kids yet.
Honestly, it was a relief Ma had gone out of town. Only Inessa threatening Eoghan had gotten him to stop laying into Ma, and I fully intended on enjoying the holidays.
Having an older kid, I knew we were lucky to still have Shay around for Christmas.
There’d come a time when he’d prefer to be with his buds or his girlfriend’s family.
The only reason we barely saw Aela’s was because she preferred my batshit parent to her own.
So I’d hug this potential last holiday with my son to my chest.
Your daughter’s your daughter for life. But your son’s your son until he gets a wife…
I arched a brow at Aela when I realized she’d said something I’d missed.
“What, babe?”
“You should grow a beard.”
I chuckled. “Nah.”
“Why not? You hate shaving.”
I peered at her over my shoulder. “You go pink when I don’t shave. Not putting your skin through that. I only didn’t yesterday because Cameron set off the fire alarm and distracted me. And the day before…”
Well, I wasn’t bringing Victoria’s situation up by choice.
Thankfully, Cam’s shenanigans distracted her.
“He did what?!”
“It was fine.” It wasn’t. I still didn’t know how he’d set the fucker off either.
“How was it fine? What did he do?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s why you replaced it yesterday?”
I shrugged.
“You know it’s not snitching when you’re the dad, right?”
“Of course.” I still rubbed my chin. “He’s going to be a nightmare. I can already see it.”
“Don’t sound so delighted.”
“It’ll be fun!”
“It’ll be something.”
“Shay never got into that much trouble, did he?”
“No.” She stared down at the water. “I often wonder if he repressed that side of himself. When I see how much mayhem Jake and Cam cause when they’re in a room together and I think about Shay… I thought we were happy.”
“Of course you were. It’s the O’Donnelly influence. Hellraisers, the lot of us. Ma’s insane for a reason. Imagine raising six of us!”
She pursed her lips. “You think?”
“I know.” I took a seat beside her on the tub. “What did you tell me? Shay’s Shay and Cam’s Cam.
“Some souls are always older. I think that’s Eoghan for us. Even before he served overseas, he had a way of seeing the world that defied his age.” Curving my arm around her shoulder, I rested my head against hers. “But we definitely need to watch Cam around devices that beep.”
“Bah! What did he do?”
No way was I admitting I didn’t know for real. She thought I was messing with her—I wasn’t! And I hadn’t been fucking around either—I’d gone to take a goddamn leak!
The last thing a man expected was to use the restroom and for the fire alarm to go off.
I’d end up with PTSD after eighteen years of this.
“I may sic him on Conor. Maybe he’s a technological genius who needs his skills honed in.” Quickly, I changed the subject. “You got your gift done?”
“You’re changing the subject,” she accused.
“Did I ever tell you that you’re the best, smartest, most gorgeous wife in the world?”
“Funny how I’m always that when you’ve been watching Cameron and he pulls some Houdini stunt on you.”
Crossing my fingers behind my back, I shot her a winning smile. “Father-son bonding time. You can’t beat it.”