26. Twenty-Five
Twenty-Five
Kayleigh
I hug Mama tight against me. “I’m going to miss you,” I say, trying not to cry but it seems like anything can make me cry these days.
“I will miss you, but we will come and visit you soon. If you need me for anything, I’m one phone call and plane ride away,” she says as she wipes the tear that has rolled down my cheek.
“I know.”
“Erik will take care of you; he loves you. You finally found someone who will keep you and your heart safe. Trust me,” she says, giving me one last hug before she passes me off to Keegan.
He whispers in my ear, “If you need me to kill him, call me.”
“Behave,” I tell him as I smack his chest. He gives me his little goofy smile.
“Thank you for being there,” I tell Aiden. Apparently he was watching me when I went out on my date and had supposedly tackled Elizabeth when she went to shoot at me again.
“You will never have to thank me,” he tells me, giving me a kiss on my head.
“I know.”
“Be safe. Find you another stalker guard who will follow you even when you sneak out.”
“Sure, I’ll get right on that.”
“No worries. I think Erik will be that man for you.”
“Don’t remind me.” I softly chuckle as I turn to the twins. I give Riley a hug and she wishes me the best of luck. I grab Ellie, saying, “Remember what I said. Take it easy on the parties.”
“I will. I think I will take Emilia up on that offer.”
“Let me know when you’re ready, and I will call her. I can even help you talk to the men in our family too.”
“I think that will be the hardest part.”
“No doubt.”
I say goodbye to Erin, Oscar, and Charlie. I promise to video chat and Oscar wants me to let him know once we land and are back at Erik’s home. After I say goodbye to Bia and Conon, I’m pulled into Cillian’s arms and the tears I’ve been fighting hard to keep back burst. Cillian has always been like a second dad to me. When Daid was too busy, Cillian was there.
Hell, Cillian slept in a chair in my room for the first month after Connor attacked me and held me when I would wake up from the nightmares.
“You are strong, and you will get past all this. You will be an amazing mom. I can’t wait to see you blossom into motherhood.”
“Thanks, Cillian.” He smiles at me before handing me to Daid.
“Daidí,” I say while crying.
“My sweet stór beag),” he coos, kissing the top of my head. He cups my face with both his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away my tears.
“We will be visiting soon. I need to make sure he is treating my baby girl right. If you need anything, and I mean anything at all, you call me.”
“I promise.”
“Good,” he says kissing my forehead. “Go, you need to rest. Make sure you inform us when you have landed.”
“I will. I love you,” I tell my family. They all say their final goodbyes, and Erik grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers together as he walks me out to the SUV with Darius and Rowan at our side. They walk to the front while Erik opens the back for me and helps me inside before he climbs in behind me.
I wipe the tears as we drive away, even though I know I can come back. Last time I left against my will, but this time it is my choice. These are happy tears as we go forward and start fresh, but I will miss my family. Erik still has a lot to prove before we take the next step.
Once we arrive at the airport, Erik opens my door, and instead of letting me walk onto the plane myself, he decides he wants to carry me.
“Erik, I can walk.”
“I’m fully aware, but you are exhausted after all that crying and saying goodbye to your family. You need to rest,” he says as he gently places me in the seat. He snaps his fingers and the air hostess walks over with a ginger ale and crackers for me.
“Thank you,” I tell her since it seems like he has forgotten his damn manners as he growls at her so she scurries away. I turn and glare at him, seeing him giving her a dirty look.
“Erik!” I snap at him.
“What?” he asks angrily but then softens when he realizes it is me.
“What’s with the snapping and giving her a dirty look?”
“Your ginger ale and crackers weren’t already at your seat waiting for you.”
“Does she have some magic skills and is a mind reader? Look how many seats are on the plane. How was she supposed to know what seat you would put me in?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Your being an overbearing Viking right now.”
“No, I’m being a caring fiancé.”
“I see no ring. No ring, no fiancé. Maybe I should shop around in Scottland. Perhaps I can find a man who would like to play baby daddy.”
He wraps his hand in my hair and yanks my head back. “Keep talking like that, and you won’t step foot out of our home. You are mine. Any man or woman who tries to be with you will be killed in the most ruthless way.”
“Then quit being an overbearing Viking, and for fuck’s sake, stop calling me your fiancé. You are just the father of my baby.”
“We both know I am more than that.”
“Well, your ass is still in the doghouse, and until you can prove to me you won’t cast me aside again, that is where you will be.”
“That’s what you think, but I have no problem groveling, especially with your legs on my shoulders and my tongue deep inside you while I eat my favorite dessert.”
“Shut up. You can’t say shit like that out loud.”
“I can say whatever I want. I pay their wages. If I want to lay you on the table and eat that pussy, I can, and there’s not a damn thing they can do about it.”
“That’s never happening.”
“I know it won’t because no one gets to see my pussy.”
I roll my eyes; he bends down and bites my lip before he soothes it with his tongue.
“Stop being defiant, brat.”
“I will when you stop being overbearing.” He glares at me, but the conversation gets dropped when the pilot announces its time to buckle up as we are about to take off. Erik lets go of my hair and sits down next to me. I close my eyes and lean my head back as we take off.
Once we are free to move around, he again picks me up, carrying me to the bedroom area at the back of the plane.
“Seriously, my legs work and, believe it or not, they are perfectly capable of carrying my weight around if I want to walk on them.” I fake gasp, “Shocker… I know. Ouch. What the fuck was that for?” I say, rubbing my lip after he bites it.
“Being a sassy brat.”
“Well, if you don’t like it, then I guess you’re free to go find a quiet little doll.”
He growls at me as he lays me down and hovers over me. I try to push him away, but he just grabs my chin and holds my eyes.
“There will be no one else for me or for you. You are mine.”
“Okay… sure. Until you get bored.”
“Do you honestly think I would ever get bored with your feisty ass?”
“Some men don’t like difficult women.”
“You aren’t a difficult woman. You are my stubborn, hardheaded, sassy, smart-mouthed seamrag bhea who is going to be in trouble when we get home if she doesn’t stop being a brat.”
I shrug my shoulders. “No can do.”
“I think you will. Now, are you going to be good?”
“Not sure yet.”
He shakes his head but stands up and goes over to the chair in the corner of the room which is stacked with bags. He opens the first one and I see this huge, obnoxious pillow.
“What the hell is that?”
“A pregnancy pillow. It supposedly helps with aches and pains.”
“You know I’m only eleven weeks and don’t have any pregnancy aches and pains, right?”
“Yes, but you also were shot a week ago and are sore. This will help you feel comfortable,” he says as he adjusts the pillow on the bed before laying me on it and covering me up.
“I’m not tired,” I protest, but as usual, he ignores me. Next, he grabs my travel bag for the plane and brings out my Kindle.
“By the way, interesting reading choices. I think we may need to do some reading together.”
“Umm, that would be a big fat no.”
“Why? I already looked up some of the titles and seems you like dirty books with Scottish men. And, seamrag bhea, I’m all Scottish and I will fulfill every dirty fantasy you have.”
“I…Uh.” He winks at me and leaves the room. Fucking winks at me like he didn’t just make me fucking speechless and fucking horny thinking of all the different ways he could fuck me. Damn him and his ignorant ass.
Erik
Despite Kayleigh’s protest, she did fall asleep on the short plane ride. She barely woke up when I carried her to our room and laid her down. After leaving her, I called my staff into the sitting room.
“There are some changes that will be happening, starting now. Kayleigh is back, and she was shot while she was in Ireland.” I hear a few of the maids gasp, and I continue, “She is okay, but she suffered a wound on her stomach, which means she is supposed to be taking it easy according to the doctor. While in the hospital we found out that she is pregnant with my baby. So, with that being said, if Eva or Brodie approach the property or her, I want Kayleigh moved away from them and them to be restrained. I then expect a phone call letting me know. I will not allow them to jeopardize my queen’s or my heir’s safety.”
Everyone else is nodding in understanding but, of fucking course, Malcolm has to be the one to open his big fucking yap. “How do you know it is yours? She has been gone for a month.”
I march over to him while pulling my gun out of the back of my pants and put it against his forehead.
“She is carrying my baby that she conceived while she was living with me. And even if it wasn’t my baby, that would still be my heir because any baby that comes out of my seamrag bhea is mine. Kayleigh isn’t a woman to sleep with a bunch of random men. I have already warned you about speaking ill of her. Take him away.” I sneer at him and motion to the guards to kick him out.
“Anyone else have anything to say?”
They all shake their heads mumbling, “No, Boss.”
“Good, now get back to work.”
I decide to take advantage of her sleeping and get some paperwork done that I haven’t been able to do since I was in Ireland. Darius and Rowan helped but there are some things that only I can do or sign off on.
A few hours later, I open the camera feed of my room and see that my seamrag bhea isn’t in the bed anymore. I click through the cameras and see her in the kitchen in one of my black button-down shirts that is just swimming in. She is a mix of sexy and adorable as she sits on the stool. Why did she climb up on that stool? She could have fallen and gotten hurt. I need to replace those as soon as possible. But if I do that, I will still need something high enough where we all can eat comfortably. Maybe I will just remodel the entire kitchen so that all the counters and the island are lower. For her safety.
I march out of my office and head for the kitchen. When I get there, one of her shoulders is exposed, since the shirt has slid down. I quietly sneak up on her and start kissing her shoulder.
“What…Oh, hi.” She spins around, tensing at first but relaxing when she sees it is me.
“Hello, seamrag bhea,” I say, running my hand through her slightly damp hair. “Why didn’t you call me? I would have helped you get cleaned up.”
She rolls her eyes at me.
“I’m more than capable of taking a shower and blow drying my hair.”
“Doesn’t matter that you are capable. You were shot and need to be taking it easy.”
“Erik, you need to relax. I’m not going to push myself too hard. I know my limits.”
“Would you stop being so damn stubborn and let me help you?”
“When I need it.”
Having enough of her sassy mouth, I bend down and close the distance between us. She immediately moans as my tongue pushes past her lips. I pick her up in my arms and set her ass on the island. Kayleigh wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling us closer together. My hands start gliding up her smooth thighs only to find that she is wearing a thong.
I pull back and growl, “Are you only wearing a thong under my shirt?” I lay her back and pause when I’m unbuttoning the shirt see she isn’t wearing a bra.
“Where are the rest of your clothes?”
“My boobs hurt so I’m not wearing a bra unless I absolutely need to. I’ll just wear shirts baggy enough that no one will be able to tell.”
“I will take you shopping tomorrow to buy maternity clothes.”
“You’re being ridiculous. I don’t need new clothes.”
“Yes, you do. Soon your body will start changing because of our baby and I want you to be as comfortable as you can be,” I say, laying my hand on her stomach. I can’t wait to see her walking around with her bump on display. I finish unbuttoning the rest of the buttons, push the shirt off her shoulders, and it pools underneath her.
My mouth waters just thinking about putting it on her nipples. Fuck, I want her. No, I fucking need her. Even if I can’t fuck her yet, I can definitely put her legs on my shoulders as I devour her pussy through multiple orgasms.
“Whatever. You don’t need to buy me things.”
“I will do whatever I want when it comes to spoiling you.”
I bend down and gently flick my tongue against her nipple. “Oh fuck, that shouldn’t feel so good,” she mutters as her head lays back on the island. I move her thong aside and feel that she is already soaked. I keep gently flicking her nipple while my thumb rubs circles on her clit.
Kayleigh arches her back and mewls, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Erik…please don’t tease me. I need you. I need your cock.”
“You heard the doctor, I can’t sink myself inside you yet.”
“Please don’t deny me,” she begs with her eyes holding mine. Fucking hell, if I didn’t already decide I was going to pleasure her, that look right there would be enough to push me over the edge. One look. One look from Kayleigh is all it takes to make me bend to her will.
“I could never deny you,” I tell her before giving her other nipple some attention while I bury two of my fingers inside her.
“Fuck, you’re strangling my fingers, seamrag bhea,” I groan against her nipple.
“My body has missed you.”
“Just your body?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Let’s see about that, shall we?” I smirk as I move myself further down until my face hovers above her pussy and I slightly blow on it. I watch the goosebumps form on her legs on either side of my head.
“Are you sure it is just your body that missed me?” I say taking a long lick of her slit and groaning as I taste her on my tongue.
“Yes.”
“Hmm, so what would you do if I moved you to another house away from me and just sent you money every month?” She sits up and glares at me but then catches herself and tries to lay back down, except I won’t let her. I wrap my free arm under her and around her lower back.
“And that reaction has nothing to do with how you want me just as bad as I want you?”
“No.”
I smirk up at her as my mouth latches around her clit. Her hips shoot up and her hands go to my hair, pulling my face against her wet pussy. I don’t move back even an inch. If anything, I push myself closer. My fingers move in and out of her while I draw a clover on her clit with my tongue. Makes me think of the special body alteration I did while I was missing my little runaway Irish Mafia princess.
I feel her tighten around my fingers, and as she is about to orgasm, I pull away.
“Noooo,” she whines as she tries to ride my face.
I stand and hoover over her. “You want to come?”
“Yes. Please, Erik. I fucking need it.”
“And I need you to admit that you missed me.”
She shakes her head. I push my fingers back inside her and watch her face. With each thrust of my fingers, her body tightens, getting ready to come. But again, just as she gets right to the edge, I deny her.
“What do you want?” she asks desperately.
“I want you to admit what we both know. But you are just being too damn stubborn to.”
“No.”
“And why not?”
“Because I refuse to let another man hurt me.”
I snarl, reaching for her chin. “I’m not just any man.”
“No, you’re not. You’re the man who can destroy me so badly that I would never be able to come back from it.”
“Good thing I will never destroy you.”
“You almost did.”
“No. What you did was run away before we could talk. Which you will never do again or, so help me, if I find out you’re even thinking about doing it, I will tie your ass to my bed.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Want to test that theory and find out? I would tie you to my bed and spank that stupid idea out of your head before I fucked you repeatedly until you could only think about me and my cock.”
“Please.”
“Tell me what I want to hear, and I will put my mouth on that needy pussy and devour you while you orgasm and orgasm again until you are laying here on my counter completely sated. Now, are you going to admit the truth?”
“Doesn’t matter because I won’t risk being hurt.”
“Admit. It.” I demand, taking my fingers and lightly brushing them against her clit.
“Yes, fucking yes. I missed you,” she screams, and I waste no time pushing my tongue inside her. I don’t hold back the groan as her taste floods my mouth. Kayleigh pulls me closer with her hands, and her hips go wild as she rides my face.
I glance up, and, holy fuck, this image will be something I take to the grave. Seeing her laid out, with her red hair splayed out around her head like a halo. Her head lifts up, her chest rising and falling in rapid pants, and with each gasp of air she pleads for me to take her over the edge of bliss.
I use my thumb to press down on her clit as that is what sets her off. Her legs wrap around my head, holding me in place, and I drink in every drop she offers to me. I don’t slow my efforts, and I’m rewarded with a second orgasm quickly following the first one.
“Oh God. Erik, you need to stop. I can’t. Please.” I wait until she has finished her second orgasm before moving her limp legs off my shoulders. I kiss my way up her body; her eyes are shut while she tries to catch her breath. She must feel my breath on her lips.
“Good girl,” I growl, and she whines.
“No. No using your deep bedroom voice with your sexy Scottish accent. My legs already feel like Jello. Do you want my hips to be useless as well?”
I chuckle as I gently pick her up in my arms, wrapping my dress shirt around her shoulders to block her sexy body from the view of my men.
“Come on, my sweet seamrag bhea. Time for you to get some sleep,” I tell her as I kiss her forehead and make my way up the stairs, needing to lay her down. I hate it, but I need a fucking cold shower and a yank. No way I can lay next to her after watching the hottest thing I have ever witnessed and not have a boner that won’t go away without some assistance.
I know Kayleigh would get on her knees and take me deep down her velvet throat, but that will have to wait until another day.