Chapter 47
forty-seven
BéBHINN
Bébhinn couldn’t help the snorts of amusement on the ride home to her house. She and Dagr had flipped through the burst of pictures she’d set her phone to take of the group once they’d left the O’Faolain building, and while they sat in her Jeep, she had already sent them to her mom and aunts.
In one of them, Bran, Patrick, and Dagr had all leaned down to kiss their women. That one was getting framed.
Seeing Dagr’s face turn red when he saw all the twinning was hysterical. Bébhinn knew they were all having fun with the “long lost brother thing,” but it was just too amusing to let slide.
Another bonus of the teasing was that her family finally relaxed around Dagr. The men were able to interact in a comfortable camaraderie.
Being able to claim Dagr as hers in front of her family—euphoria.
River made Dagr promise to ask his dad if he’d ever heard of a “bitch” named Helen Lowell.
She was my father’s first wife and, from all accounts, a horrible excuse for a human being.
The story of when her mom had verbally kicked Helen’s ass had been a favorite one to retell over family meals.
Bébhinn could always tell that it moved her father.
Things had gotten more serious when Dagr dropped a bomb by admitting his father had mentioned his birth mother was American and had been very young.
“Are you really going to ask your dad about his birth mom?” she asked as they pulled up to her house.
“Absolutely. I’d do just about anything to get your aunts off my tail.”
He leaned over the console and kissed her until they were both breathless before stating, “None of us believes I’m really a long-lost family member, but it sure broke the ice faster than a silent luncheon. Your mom and sisters are very clever.”
“Oh, they are,” she assured. Bébhinn knew what they’d been up to and completely approved. “It helps that my brothers love their wives more than anything else in the world and would do anything to make them happy.”
“Including family photos with their sister’s new boyfriend, who happens to be much older.”
“And that,” she admitted. “What did you think of Mom?” she asked as they exited the Jeep.
“I really liked her. Your aunts too.” He hesitated like he wasn’t quite sure if he should say whatever it was he was thinking.
They paused on the steps leading to the front door. “What is it?”
“I sensed that your family might be treating your mom more carefully than maybe she would like. When they did that, I could see her withdraw even more.”
She sighed, knowing what he witnessed was true.
The house was empty when they walked inside.
Mags and Gray were at a yoga class, and Blair was surely in the back garden tending her plants.
“It’s getting better, but yeah, I probably need to say something to my aunts.
It’s not been a year yet, we’re all still trying to find our new normal. ”
“I understand. I do.” He sat on a kitchen chair and pulled her between his legs. “It took years before I stopped looking for Mom when I walked into our house.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and felt his muscles ripple beneath her palms. “You were so young. I can’t imagine.”
He started at her thighs, moving his hands along her sides to her ribs and back down again, bringing her a little closer to his body with every pass. When his fingers began to drag over the side of her ass to the undersides of her breasts, her breaths increased in rhythm.
“When do you have to leave?”
“In an hour. I’ve a car scheduled to pick me up.”
“Do you want to spend the next fifty-nine minutes in my bed?”
“God, yes.” He surged to his feet and brought her along, lifting her easily and carrying her to her bedroom. “I was afraid you might be too tender after last night.”
They kissed down the hall, bumping into tables and pictures. “Tender, but not too terribly.” She bit his lip.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you. I’ve wanted back in the moment I pulled out this morning.”
Her head spun as he wheeled on his heel, slammed her door, and had her pressed against the wall in a heartbeat. He set her on her feet only as long as it took to yank everything off below the waist, and then she was back in his arms.
Gripping her ass, he aligned their sexes. They watched him slide into her. She was utterly mesmerized seeing his length disappear into her body.
Once he was as deep as he could go, he told her, “I’m sorry, baby, but I—”
His voice faltered into a deep groan as he pulled out and slammed home again. He was all furious passion, frantically taking her mouth as he took her body. She could only hold on and take it. She loved that he was out of control in his need for her. She felt pretty out of control herself.
“Don’t stop, Dag. So close,” she begged. She was in the eye of an orgasmic storm, and when it hit, she couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped from her throat.
“Christ!” he shouted, pumping twice more before stilling. His body pulsing and jerking in tandem with her own.
Her orgasm kept going as she felt the rush of heat released in her body. She stayed wrapped in his arms while he walked them to her bed. Good on him, her body was in a squishy marshmallow stage.
He laid her down gently, with a care that had her heart pounding furiously at the thought of him leaving her soon. As he finished undressing her and lay his big body over hers, she only wished they could stay like that forever.
He was propped on his elbows, gently stroking his fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to leave you,” he admitted before kissing her gently.
“I don’t want you to leave, either.” The truth was that her stomach ached knowing he was leaving in less than an hour. “We’ll figure it out. It won’t be easy once school begins, but we can take turns visiting each other on the weekends.”
“Not enough,” he growled.
Sitting up, he bracketed her thighs with his knees with enough pressure that she couldn’t move easily. He took her hands and stretched her arms above her head, which had her back arching and her breasts lifting like an offering.
“It’s not enough,” he repeated.
He changed his grip until only one of his hands held hers, using his other to trail his fingers down her arm, her cheek, neck, shoulder, and between her breasts. Full body shivers racked her already-sensitized flesh.
She stayed silent, watching him watch her. She looked down her body, from her pointy nipples, down her stomach, finally resting on his quickly hardening sex.
Her eyes skipped to his face. He was still just watching her. Waiting.
“No. Not enough,” she finally said.
He let her hands go then, shifting his palms to her ass and lifting her until they were aligned, and he could slip inside her. Even though she was wet from before, his size still took adjusting to. She whimpered, trying to move her hips, but he held her firm, exactly where he wanted.
Except instead of moving, he stilled. His expression was solemn when he said, “Bébhinn.” His grip tightened, and she felt him swell even fuller deep inside her. “This might be too soon. You might not… You might think…” He winced before saying, “I love you.”
She felt tears prick her eyes. To think that if she hadn’t gone forward with her and her dad’s Wales trip, she would have missed meeting him. She had known her feelings for a while and had wanted to tell him. “I love you too. So much, Dagr.”
A shuddering breath of what must have been relief was released from his mouth. He stretched out above her, moving in and out of her slowly. Kissing her slowly. Making love to her.
“God, baby, I’ve dreamed about hearing you say those words to me.”
He continued the slow, sweet assault until they both reached their peak, swallowing each other’s moans and gasps and I love yous.
She and Dagr stood kissing goodbye in the doorway while his car patiently waited at the curb. When they’d emerged from her bedroom, it was to walk by a smirking Gray and a wide-eyed Ciar. Their walk of postcoital bliss couldn’t have gone smoother.
“I have a plan.” Dagr spoke quietly in hopes that their audience wasn’t hanging on every word. Fat chance.
“Do you?”
“Jesus Christ, Gray,” Ciar groused, “does it not freak you out to see Bébhinn sticking her tongue down a man’s throat when he looks like her fucking brother?”
“Don’t ruin the moment, dickhead.” Gray must have elbowed his side if Ciar’s “Oof” was anything to go by.
“I do,” Dagr continued, ignoring her friends. “I have to go, damn it. I love you, but when I say I have a plan, I swear on it.”
“I trust you, and I love you too. Now go.”