Chapter 16 #2
I could tell she didn’t believe me. That she thought her gift included a coin or two to join my first real gift to her, and maybe in the future, it would.
Aidan had dumped a shit ton of work onto my shoulders recently, and I knew he intended to bombard me as we began to separate the Firm to whitewash Shay’s background.
But her lips caught mine and thoughts of work swept away like driftwood on the shore. In her kiss, I knew she’d found whatever she’d sought.
Soft, tender pecks dotted over my mouth and chin and jaw. Spreading along my cheek and up to my ear, to my temple and the center of my forehead, where a furrow permanently resided.
When she rubbed her nose against mine, I relaxed back into the seat and groaned when the sound of the zipper retracting was overly loud in the silent car.
Gentle fingers retrieved me from within the folds of fabric, and I grunted as the tips danced over my length.
She shifted her feet, surging forward and up until she squatted over me. Sensing her hunger, I slid my hands over her inner thighs again and shifted the fabric of her panties aside.
My knuckles rubbed over her pussy along the way, earning the softest of mewls that deepened when I found her clit.
It was awkward and a tangle of limbs, but we made it work as I touched her and she held me until she brought us together—ass lowering and hand guiding me home.
I grunted as gravity did me the biggest of favors when her wet heat cosseted me from tip to midway down.
Camille licked her lips. “You know I’m never leaving you.”
She said it so matter-of-factly that the words sank into my fucking nerve endings. The sharp jolt of pleasure I experienced had her moaning because my hips rocked, feeding another couple inches into the tight, hot clasp of her cunt.
“I like you to be safe.” I panted, hands tugging on her ass and drawing her deeper into me so that she could perch on my knee. “I need you to be free. And I know you choose to stay with me when you have the tools to leave me.”
It seemed obscene to have this discussion when she’d united us, but I knew she’d done it to keep me in place.
No way I’d avoid this conversation when she held my cock in her sweet, sweet pussy.
Her brow puckered. “And that makes you feel better?”
“It reminds me to be a husband worthy of you,” I corrected, gritting my teeth as her inner muscles tormented me.
“We all fuck up, and I know you wouldn’t leave me over a dumb mistake I made…
” Though her eyes turned into slits, I murmured, “If we go upstairs, I’ll give you your gift now. We can even christen it.”
“Christen a gift?!”
I nodded.
“Definitely not a coin then. Hmm… But how would we get there?” She tightened those torturous muscles even more. “You can’t think I’ll let go of you now that I have you.”
The shudder that rushed down my spine at that claiming felt like the precursor to an orgasm.
“You always have me,” I ground out.
“I know I do.” She pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose this time. “I want to see my gift.”
My lips twitched into a grin. “I know how to get you up there without your feet touching the ground.”
“Did you turn into a magician when I wasn’t looking?”
“Maybe.” I grabbed the keys from the ignition, hissing as the shift in position had her clinging to me again as she resettled herself. “Hold these?”
She snagged them and tipped them between the deep V of her sweater dress. Seeing them peeking out of her bra was a fantasy I didn’t even know I had.
My woman adorned in the keys of my favorite vintage car?
Fuck emeralds and diamonds, teenaged Brennan would have wept in delight.
I tugged on her skirt, pulling it down as far as our current situation would allow.
At her cocked brow, I answered, “So you don’t get a draft up your ass.”
Her eyes lit up with amusement. “Your dick too.”
“You’ll just need to make sure I don’t get too soft then, won’t you? Up to the task?”
Her muscles tightened again. “My Kegels are stronger than your biceps.”
Snickering, I grabbed my cell and tapped onto one of Conor’s apps that allowed me to check out the secure area. Seeing that all was well, I opened my door. The mellow warmth from the heated garage hit us both, but for whatever reason, it only seemed to amplify the heat where our bodies connected.
I swerved my legs out of the footwell, grabbed a hold of her ass, then did a visual of the parking garage before carefully surging into a standing position.
“You really are a magician,” she praised breathily as I managed to get us out of the vehicle without falling on our asses.
A second glance around confirmed what I knew to be true—we were alone—but a man triple-checked when he held a treasure in his arms.
“Ready?”
She pushed her forehead against mine and moaned with each step I took. “FUCK,” she bit off, her teeth finding my bottom lip as she tugged on it hard enough for them both to part and for her to slide her tongue in deep.
Camille fucked me there because she knew if she rolled her hips, that’d be game over—no way would I screw her in the parking lot when it was this open and not secure enough for my liking.
She delved between us to snag the keys and wafted the secure keychain at the elevator console. Once the doors opened, I herded us inside.
As soon as I pinned her to the wall, it was game over. My hips jerked back as I fucked my dick into her. Her delighted hiss had my eyes turning into slits.
“Feel good, baby?”
“You know it does.” She whined, her pussy pulsing and fluttering around me.
I reached between us and ran my thumb around our joining. When I slipped that into her, she grunted and her spine arched at the sudden fullness. I rubbed against the thick vein along the back of my shaft, shifting inside her until she moaned.
Having uncovered that soft cluster of tissue that pleaded with me for more, I held my cock at the right angle to blow her mind.
Her breath soughed in and out of her chest as I moved slowly, enough that every thrust intentionally had the tip of my dick tormenting her G-spot.
Her eyes screwed up like she was in pain. “Brennan,” she burst out, panting my name over and over like a litany. “Faster. Please. Fuck. Please. Oh, Brennan, I can’t… I’m so—”
My hips deliberately slowed as, in the reflection, I caught sight of the floor we were on.
“No!” she howled, her hands grabbing my ears as the doors opened. “You do not fucking stop.”
Delight and satisfaction and pure, primal euphoria at my mate, my woman, commanding her release, commanding me when no one else would dare, roared through me.
I stopped fucking around and just fucked her.
She keened and wailed and howled again as I pummeled her G-spot over and over. Each thrust, deep and fast, had her growing tenser until she was like a steel rod in my arms.
Then, she broke.
She cascaded.
She exploded.
A single, short, sharp scream rang in my ears as her pussy almost pushed me out, she clenched around me so hard. Then, her hands ripped and tore at my shoulders, the fabric ruined by her nails and her grip.
She looked tortured.
But I felt the truth in how her cunt detonated around me.
When I came, it was almost anticlimactic.
It was always good with Camille. Always a relief to fill her full of my cum again. To brand her inside and out.
But nothing beat that primitive pride at how I’d wrecked her.
Only me.
Only I got her.
Only I’d do this to her.
Only me.
She’d only ever let herself go with me.
And that truth was better than an orgasm.
I hissed as I pumped my seed into her, enjoying the way she sagged into me, utterly replete, utterly calm.
For endless moments, I just loomed over her. Catching my breath, enjoying the aftershocks, reveling in our proximity.
Then, it registered we were still in the goddamn elevator, and I heaved a sigh and straightened up.
Her legs were slack around me, so I slapped her outer thigh and she yelped.
“Don’t let go.”
Her dazed eyes ensnared mine. “Brennan?”
“Your gift, remember?”
“Nap first. Then gift. Then Finn and Aoife’s.”
I grinned. “Oh, no. You wanted to see it, and I always give you what you want, don’t I, Camille?”
A whimper escaped her. “Yes, Brennan.”
“Do you like what I give you?”
She stretched, luxuriously, languidly. “Always.”
Unsurprised when she draped herself onto me, head propped on my shoulders, arms dangling over them too, I hit the “open doors” button before I moved away from the wall.
Thirty seconds later, we were home.
The silence was always a relief after a family get-together, and my ears rang with it.
“You know, when I was a kid, I’d never have said it was possible for us to be louder.”
Camille stroked my jaw, her fingers lax. “The more the merrier.”
“The more happy I am to get home,” I corrected wryly, allowing the peace to saturate my eardrums. “I love them but fuck, they’re a lot all at once.” Leaving peace would be hard, but Roman would love Christmas morning with all his family around.
“They’ll only get worse as we start having more kids.”
I paused in the hall. “You have something to tell me, baby?”
She hesitated. Then, her pussy tightened around me when my cock grew hard.
I jerked my head backward so that I could stare at her, but her gaze turned shy.
“Don’t hide from me,” I warned, voice gruff.
Her throat bobbed. “Not yet.”
“Oh?”
She shrugged. “Would it be so bad?”
“You know it wouldn’t. I’d love Roman to have siblings. Hell, you can feel my reaction. More of you to love.” Still, I studied her. “You nervous? Why aren’t you looking at me?”
Sucking her top lip between her teeth, she nibbled on it. “I thought I was and I wasn’t, and I got excited even though I’m still on the shot. Dumb—”
“Never dumb.” I growled the words. “And if you want another of my babies, then fuck if we won’t make that happen.”
The idea of her round with my child again—Jesus.
She’d about killed me when she’d carried Roman. So fucking delicate, so fucking fragile, yet so fucking strong at the same time.
“Brennan,” she said around a laugh that ended with a moan as my cock shifted from a semi to full, and I was too fucking old for that. “We can’t—”
“Sure we can. When’s your next doctor’s appointment?”
Her eyes widened. “You really mean it?”
“Of course I do.”
“Beginning of February.”
“Then, cancel it.”
Her breathing hitched. “Are we doing this again?!”
Delight filled me because she looked so fucking happy. “We are.”
“I know it might take a while.” Her brow furrowed. “My cycle has to regulate and—”
“It’ll take however long it takes,” I assured her. “We’re in no rush, but we’re definitely planning this, right?”
“Right.” She beamed at me, then released a squeal as she tightened her arms around my neck. “I have the best husband in the world!”
I shook my head. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t, but I can only try.”
“My opinion is the only one that counts. Nobody else’s.”
Because I could tell she was on the brink of turning militant and my dick couldn’t have withstood that, I distracted her: “Ready to see your surprise?”
She nodded as I guided her toward one of the guest bedrooms. I’d honestly thought about getting rid of my pool room, but I had fond memories of that pool table and didn’t intend on denying myself the thrill that came every game I played.
So, I’d sacrificed a guest room.
If that meant I couldn’t have my whole family stay here, then boo hoo. They could fuck off to their own places.
Her brow furrowed as we hovered outside one of the doors. “This looks… different.” She angled her head to the side and muttered, “Is that an AC controller?”
“No. It just looks like it.” Pinning her to the wall, I tapped a button. The temperature controls faded. I pressed my finger to the touch screen and it scanned my retina. “Later, I’ll add your details to this.”
Her eyes widened but she nodded.
“Only you and I will be able to get in here.”
Her mouth worked. “Is that necessary?”
“Safety. Security. My watch words with you.”
“God, you and Eoghan,” she grumbled, but she didn’t look too upset.
I had to figure that Eoghan and I had lucked out on the wife department just for this alone—both of them knew what it was like for their homes to be infiltrated. They knew that safety was relative, so they didn’t have a problem with us being security zealots.
When the door unlocked, I murmured, “Safe room. Reinforced walls—”
“Holy shit!” She twisted in my hold, which did interesting things down below. “This is why we’ve been at Eoghan’s so much this week!”
“Long-term planning. He’s not the only sneak.”
“That isn’t as reassuring as you think.”
“This will hold until I can get to you, and if I can’t, one of my brothers.” I cupped her shoulder as I tried to condense my fears for the future without scaring her. “I’m not saying this to freak you out—”
“No. You’re just telling me that I’m your priority.” A gleam appeared in her eyes. “That is never not a compliment.”
“Good to know.” I smirked when, really, I was relieved I didn’t have to sell the idea to her. “Ready?”
“God, yes.”
I motioned at her to open the door, and she grabbed the handle now that it was unlocked.
Turning it, she peered around the corner then gasped. “Oh, my god!”
Striding into the room, I took in the work and had to admit, my crew and Inessa had done me a fucking solid.
The walls were a creamy pink, and the pale ash-blond office furniture had gold accents while the soft furnishings were cozy, but there were those box-type shelves that’d organize even the messiest of souls and that certainly wasn’t my wife.
It was already filled with her knickknacks and a bunch of her yarn, as well as drawers and a shelving unit that Inessa told me would help her keep her crafts separated.
There was a play corner for Roman, as well as a large sofa that would convert into a bed. Just off the room, a small hall led to a tiny kitchen and bathroom area.
Not that the practicalities appealed to her.
But her and Roman’s safety was all that mattered. Inessa had just prettied it up.
“Turn left,” I ordered so that she faced the wall of books.
For an endless amount of time, she gawked at it then she squealed again, and her mouth collided with mine.
Proof I’d done good.
Confirmed when the barrage of kisses continued into multiple minutes of her showing me her appreciation for the gift that had been tailored to her.
Her nails dug into my throat as she angled my head back, and then she didn’t just nip my bottom lip. She outright bit it. “Fuck a baby into me, Brennan O’Donnelly.”
And that goddamn Neanderthal in me didn’t give a shit about that conversation we’d just had. Didn’t care that medicine would prevent it.
I just did as any Fecker would on Christmas Eve…
I gave my bride precisely what she asked of me.