70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
Everything’s blurry.
I feel drugged.
Sex has become an addiction for me.
Eoghan is my fix.
I am so owned by him.
I love it.
But it also terrifies me.
After we dry off and climb into bed, I fall asleep pinned in his arms. We’re both completely naked and it’s heavenly. We make love again in the middle of the night, him fulfilling another promise to pump me with more and more of his seed.
I wake to a cup of coffee under my nose. My heavy eyes lift and Eoghan stands over me, my nude body tangled in the sheets. A wolfish grin spreads across his mouth as a hand runs down my spine.
When I feel a finger about to slip into my exposed ass, I sit up and grab the coffee. “What time is it?”
“A little after five.” He bends down for a kiss while I sip the coffee. “Kiss me good morning,” he whispers.
I consider how ravaged I look, my hair bent and choppy with waves from not even having the strength to brush it last night. I really don’t give a flying fuck what I look like because this man loves the primal side to me.
Ignoring my likely coffee and morning breath, I press a chaste kiss to lips that always taste sweet. “Good morning,” I say, my eyes slipping closed.
Mom’s surgery is at seven, and I promised I’d be there for her prep work. But as I sit in my teenage bedroom, which thankfully received a makeover years ago to add a new queen-sized bed and to remove the rock-God posters over bubble-gum pink paint, all I can think about is the hunk of man standing before me.
He’s my mafia god wearing gray sweatpants, his semi-erect dick outlined so perfectly. “Don’t eye my cock, sparkles. I’ll make us late.”
Because I’m a masochist, I throw this grenade. “You don’t have to come with me to the hospital—” But the words die in my throat when he looks…hurt.
“You don’t want me with you?”
Christ, how do I tell this man I want him with me every second of every day? I’m as obsessed and hooked on him as he is me. But it’s hard shaking that nagging doubt that has crippled my confidence my whole life.
I shake it off. That stops today.
“I do want you with me.”
“About time you stopped lying to yourself,” he says, putting down his mug. “Now let’s take a quick shower.”
Quick melts into a fifteen-minute pump-fest into my mouth…
“You’ll be fine. See you afterward,” I say to Mom even though I’m nearly as nervous as she appears being wheeled off to surgery.
Eoghan hugs me against his chest. “She will be fine.”
By how meticulous this surgery center looks, I don’t doubt him.
“I have an idea to take your mind off your ma,” he whispers.
I’m sure he’s suggesting more sex, but I don’t know if that’s crude or the greatest idea in the world.
I play dumb. “How?”
“Come with me.” He leads me back to the Wagoneer, but instead of getting busy in the backseat, he drives us out of the parking lot.
My eyes start to water when he pulls into an iHop. I love this man.
We grab breakfast to go and drive back to the house. While I’m moving the pancakes to plates, Eoghan presents me with the evidence bags from my suitcase.
“Let’s deal with this right now.”
Nodding, I dial into my server from my phone and give him the codes. “You mentioned you had a hunch about something.”
“Aye.” Sipping fresh coffee, Eoghan paws through the files. “After this, I don’t know what more I can do. I’m so done with this case. I’m done with your brother.”
When I don’t say anything, he looks up. “I know that sounds harsh. It’s only because I’d rather focus on you and us. Figuring out how to make us work.”
And there it is.
All the ‘you’re mine’ may have been for effect in the beginning. His lust and power taking over his better senses.
Now it’s real.
I give a soft nod. “I want that, too.”
“Good.” He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “Now, I need to do something, you’re not going to like.”
Before I can ask or protest, he takes out his phone, and I think he’s going to snap a selfie of me and him.
Instead, his phone starts clicking photos of the evidence, doing exactly what Daniel said to avoid. Then Eoghan outdoes the violation when he tells me he’s sending it to his brother Balor.
“It may take a few days, but Balor will find out what the hell happened to your witnesses,” he says.
Oh…shite.