CHAPTER 20 #2
“Then…you gotta know the right parts. And tend to ‘em.” I listened to her breathing, dipping my thumb a little further in…and traced the outside of her cunt as light as I could. “Labia majora.”
“Don’t you dare…edge me again,” she huffed.
I grinned, slipping my tongue under her lip, and tracing a tighter circle than before. “Labia minora…” I inched a finger in, hooking it until I found another spot she likes. Her head fell back, pretty mouth open while her knees fell wider. “The Gr?fenberg…”
“The whaaa?” she moaned.
“G-spot. Not far from this…right here.” I lightly kissed her clit, brushing over it with my stubble and driving her mad. “Guess I don’t have to tell you what this one is.”
“That’s the most non-existent kiss I’ve ever—ahhhhhh…” I flicked my tongue, sucking her into my mouth and easing my finger in and out of her wet cunt. My glasses fogged, and I raked my hair back, turning my head slightly and spreading the width of my tongue through her slit. “Fuck…fuck.”
My palm smoothed down the outside of her thigh while the other hand worked a bit harder…
faster…until she started shaking the monitors on my desk.
My tongue furiously studied every inch of her pretty pussy.
I won’t stop until I’m bathing in her…swallowing her down like the Byrne’s finest whiskey.
Until the inside of her thighs chafe from my stubble.
I added a finger, making a meal outta my lass and keepin’ the rhythm to the music coming from both her cunt and her throat.
And when she started to crush my face between her legs…
I let my knees hit the floor…worshiping her like I’d promised.
My fucking Queen…my everything.
Her tiny fist gripped my hair and Bridget wailed while my chin got covered in her cum. My hand slowed, dragging her high out a little longer, and her legs trembled as they collapsed over my shoulders.
“And that’s how it’s done, Little Doe,” I rasped, softly kissing her clit and licking the sugar off my lips while I looked up at her under my lowered brows and foggy glasses.
“Take me to bed…”
I stood, lifting her up by her thighs as her bare legs coiled around me and carried her out the door.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Two days later…we have a merge.
Three houses tried to refuse, but quickly retracted that shit when they spoke to other houses and stuck their ears to the grapevine to find out what happens when you test my gal. It’s gonna be ugly. And table rules or not…I’m positive there will be blood.
We also have to fly across the pond for this event.
Bridget sat, arms crossed and face pinched into ‘fiery bitch’ while she sat across from Malek at an Italian restaurant that Sev picked in Brooksville. Em’s gymnastics class is over in about another half hour, and so far…this conversation hasn’t gone well.
“You realize this is a snake pit. You won’t have me or Pops to protect you out there, Bridget. They’ll fuckin’ eat you alive. House Byrne is dead. You’re talkin’ full Irish dumpster cats with more pride than goddamn sense.”
“Don’t ever say that shit to me again. House Byrne is dead to you. Not to me. You might have seen fit to turn your back on it, but nobody ever asked what the fuck I thought.”
As much as I love Mal…she’s absolutely right.
She never had a say in any of it, and she should have.
She wasn’t some fourteen-year-old girl, she was a full-blown woman that grew up in an Irish mob family.
Technically…she’s an heiress. And the seat belongs to her now that he’s given it up.
We knew he wouldn’t take this well. We talked about it…
naked and completely spent after two straight hours of the nastiest fucking we’d ever done.
Endorphins, man. They lead to solid decisions.
“You’re a brother to me, even if your last name was Weinershnitzel, mate…
but she’s an adult. She’s fillin’ you in on courtesy, because I told her it was the right thing.
We wanted to give you the opportunity if it was somethin’ you wanted in on.
Nobody’s twistin’ your arm or trying to convince you to go back on your future plans…
but she’s not askin’ permission, either. ”
He looks murderous. Kinda ‘figgered.
“I’ll strow your fuckin’ guts over this table if you ever talk to me like that again, Declan.” He leaned forward and Sev shoved him back against the chair.
“Calm the fuck down, Dexter…he’s not doing a damn thing you wouldn’t do for me.
Earmuffs, if you can’t handle what I’m about to say.
” He kept his eyes pinned on me, and Seven leaned over him to square off with Bridget.
“You were both born a Byrne. You’ll always be one.
He’ll always be one. The house isn’t made of brick and mortar, Bridge.
It’s made of us. I’m part of that too. We’re family.
And if it hasn’t been made clear enough in the last few weeks, family sticks together.
It’s the only thing that’s important. So, if you need to do this…
go. Raise hell. And if you need us to hold you up at the end of it, know we’ve got you. ”
Mal stared at Bridget, worrying his jaw and softening his eyes. “We can’t go with you, Bridge.”
The table went silent, all of us looking at each other, until Sev’s hand rested over her lower belly.
“Holy fuck…” Bridget’s eyes went wide, mine already there, and both our mouths hung open. “You’re—I thought you said…”
“We found out this morning. Nobody knows. Not yet,” Sev smiled softly, leaning into Malek’s side. “Turns out the swimmers are stubborn and relentless. Just like a fucking Byrne.”
“Told you she’s flexible. Couldn’t get enough of the real Girthmas—oww!”
I sat in silence, watching Malek rub his nose while the women hugged and chattered. He met eyes with me and both our smiles crept slowly across our faces. I nodded…then he did too. I stood first, rounding the table as he raised out of his chair.
“So…that’s why you have the fangs out. Hormones already kickin’ your dick?” My grin is making my face hurt. “Your parents would be fuckin’ ecstatic, mate. Congratulations.” I gripped his shoulders and pulled him in, slapping backs with him before we squeezed the manhood out of each other.
He held me still and lowered his voice near my ear. “I didn’t turn my back on my house, Dec. I had to make a decision to stop chasin’ ghosts. Don’t fuckin’ let her make that mistake.”
I nodded over his shoulder. “I know, brother. I got you.”
“These two are all we have left, man. And this creature I just made that turned me into a pussy about four hours ago…you both better come back whole. I can’t do this on my own.”
I pulled back and gripped his clean-shaven face in my burly hands. “You won’t. Grow some bollocks. I got this.” I popped his cheek and we turned to see Sev and Bridget staring at us.
A few seconds of awkward silence…and then Malek cracked.
“We’re havin’ a bairn!”
Aaaaand…cue the floodgates.