Chapter 29
One month later
Kat
It was the morning of my birthday, and I was down in the dumps. It started off wonderful, waking up in Rory’s arms, but it went downhill fast. No sooner were my eyes open, and he was giving me a quick kiss before jumping out of bed. I watched as he quickly got dressed and with a wink, he was out the door.
I couldn’t blame him, it’s not like he even knew that it was my birthday, no one did, but it would have been nice if he had stayed just a bit longer.
With a sigh, I tossed the sheets off me and headed to the shower, donning a shower cap as Wren and I had a date at the hair salon. After seeing my red roots two days ago when we went for full body waxes, she suggested it. I jumped at the chance, it was either that, or I was about to shave my head bald.
As I quickly showered, I chuckled at the memory of her at the spa. We had been in separate rooms, it wasn’t my first rodeo getting a full wax job, but for her it was, and I think the whole spa heard her as she howled with pain, “Jesus Christ woman! What the hell, leave some skin on my whahoo, would you?!”
God, I loved that woman.
With a grin and a shake of my head, I turned off the taps and grabbed my bathrobe. I wrapped it around me, and as I padded across the floor, I threw the shower cap onto the vanity. Once in my bedroom, I went to the dresser and tossed a pair of blue jeans, followed by a lacy thong, and a fuzzy black sweater onto the bed.
I quickly dressed, then looked at myself in the mirror and groaned. Wren had been right; my roots were making a comeback. Being so busy with all the jobs Declan had us doing, I hadn’t even noticed. “Good thing they will be gone soon,” I muttered as I brushed my hair then stuck a pair of hooped earrings into my ears. With one last look at those horrible roots, I slipped a pair of socks on my feet then grabbed a pair of knee-high boots and pulled them on before collecting my phone and purse. I was ready for the day .
I headed out of my bedroom and was making my way down the hall towards the stairs when I heard grunting noises coming from my father’s room.
I leaned over the railing and called downstairs. “Connor are you down there?” I asked.
I was shocked to see Rory coming out of the kitchen with a dish towel hung over his shoulder wiping his hands on it. “Can I help you?”
“Is Connor with you?”
With a guilty look on his face, he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Yeah. We are just baking a cak… uh flake… un never mind, what’s up?” he asked as he made his way up the stairs.
“What were you making?” I asked as he stopped in front of me.
“I told you, a flake. It’s an Irish dish that I’ve been wanting to try.”
“Right,” I nodded, with a smidge of suspicion.
“Don’t you have an appointment with Wren you need to be getting to?” he asked as he leaned against the doorway of the linen closet, towering over me.
All thoughts of my dad and the salon flew out of my mind when his eyes traveled over me from head to toe .
“You’re looking especially hot this morning,” he murmured, nudging closer.
Wren took that moment to make an appearance at the base of the stairs. “Are you ready, Kat? We are going to be late,” she said, looking at her phone.
I looked down at her. “Um… yeah, just give me a minute.” I turned to face Rory, “Dad is making some awful noises, I thought maybe Connor was in there with him,” I explained as he ran the back of his hand over my cheek. If he didn’t stop soon, there wasn’t going to be any hair appointment because I was ready to drag him off to bed so that I could have my way with him.
He dropped his hand. “Huh… Well, let’s go check on him.”
We made our way to Tomas’ door and stood outside for a minute. Silence greeted our ears.
“Maybe he was dreaming?” Rory whispered.
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
We turned to walk away, and that’s when we heard a loud bump.
“Good lord he must have fallen out of the bed,” I stated, turning back to face the door.
Rory wasn’t waiting outside this time. The first thing we saw as the door slowly opened was a table lamp on the floor. As he pushed it open further, we both got an eyeful.
Because dear old Dad wasn’t sleeping. Nor was he laying on the floor. He was standing by his bed. His ass was pumping back and forth as Iris, Rory’s mom, laid spreadeagled upon it. The old man was pounding the fuck out of her.
We both froze and spoke at once.
Rory retched. “Oh, my fucking god, my eyes!!”
“Dear God, that is horrifying!! I did not just see that!” I said, as I grabbed the door handle and closed the door.
Rory grabbed me by the arms and pulled me from the scene.
“We didn’t see a fucking thing, right?” he said.
I nodded and shook my head at the same time. “Nope. Not a thing.”
“Good, he will forget about it in about an hour anyway. Let’s hope this doesn’t become a thing.”
I burst out laughing. “And if it does? I mean, is it really so wrong?”
“Depends on who initiated it.”
I snorted. “Well, it looked like your mom was enjoying herself, and it’s not like she was on top.”
“Right,” he started gagging again as we made our way down the stairs. “You better get going.” He said as he handed me off to Wren.
“What the fuck Rory! Are you sick or something?” Wren asked as she put her phone in her purse.
He held up a hand as he swallowed. “I’m good. You two have fun.” He waved as we headed out the door.
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“Your hair looks so good!” Wren said as she turned into the long laneway.
I smiled as I looked into the sun visor’s mirror. Pleased as the setting sun caught the highlights of every strand. “I agree, she really did an awesome job.”
I let the hairdresser have free rein over my head. She immediately went to work, creating long layers instead of the one length I had sported for the last ten years.
Now, it was a blend of light and dark tones. Lighter streaks framed my face and ran throughout the lengths, adding dimension and depth. I had been happy just the way it was, but Wren thought it could be a bit better. At her insistence, the hairdresser dyed extensions to match. Despite having to sit in a salon all day, Wren had been right. The added hair made it perfect.
It now flowed freely just below the swell of my breasts, a good six inches longer than it was. But with the added layers it felt light and oh so soft. It was an easy style that I could easily mimic at home. All the tech did was parted it slightly off center, then tucked the bangs behind my left ear. I seriously felt like a new woman.
I closed the mirror and turned the sun visor up just as the gate at the guard shack opened.
“Hey Radley,” Wren called out as we passed through, and he waved us on.
“Rory is going to shit himself when he sees you!” She cackled.
“I hope so,” I murmured as the estate came into view. I looked at her and frowned. “Why are there no lights on in the house?”
“Good question,” she said as we pulled into the garage.
She turned the car off and we gathered up our belongings then made our way through the garage into the mud room.
“Why the fuck is it so dark in here?” Wren said, feeling for the light switch.
Fear gripped my chest at the stillness of the house. “You don’t suppose something has happened, do you?”
“Oh god, I hope not!” She opened the door that led into the kitchen, and it too was pitch black.
We stumbled into the room feeling the walls as we went. A low growl came from the far side of the kitchen, and that’s when the room was suddenly filled with light.
“SURPRISE!!”
My eyes took in the scene before me. A banner that said ‘Happy Birthday Kat’ was strung across the room. And the kitchen ceiling was obscured with helium filled balloons. The best part, the whole household was standing there with grins on their faces. Even Killer was present, safely contained in a large dog crate.
Rory came up to me beaming as he took me in his arms. His lips mere inches from my ear, he murmured seductively, “Earlier I said you looked hot. Now, you’re sexy as fuck. Happy Birthday darlin’.”
Tears sprung to my eyes as I leaned back. “How did you know it was my birthday?”
“We found a copy of your birth certificate while looking for the papers for Declan, remember?”
“How stupid could I be? I had completely forgotten about that!” I smiled .
“Come with me,” he said, taking hold of my hand. “I have a surprise for you.”
As he led me through the kitchen, we stopped a few times. Connor, Declan and even Tomas, each wanted a hug and to wish me a happy birthday. As we made our way past the table in the breakfast nook, I saw that it was laden with gifts. My mother always made sure to have a birthday party for me growing up, but never anything like this once I was over sixteen.
“Okay. Close your eyes,” Rory said.
I did and felt him guiding me forward into the living room. Five steps in, he told me to stop and open my eyes.
Derek stood there with a grin on his face. “Happy Birthday Kat!”
I squealed in delight when I saw him and rushed over to give him a hug. “How did you get here? Who is watching the bar?”
“Rory thought you might want to see me. So, he called the Dry Bone and flew me here. I closed the bar, just until tomorrow night. I fly out in the morning.”
I took Rory’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you for this.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said, rubbing my back. “Are you guys hungry? Chinese food is on its way.”
∞∞ ∞
After the food was eaten, Rory surprised me with a cake he’d baked himself with the guidance of Connor. That’s what he had been doing this morning when the ‘incident’ happened. I blew out all the candles, praying that my wish would some day come true.
Following that, I opened the gifts. A lovely scarf from Declan. A purse and matching umbrella from Wren. Connor and my dad gave me a new board game. Derek handed me a bottle of Hennessy with a wink, and Iris, embarrassed that she didn’t have time to get me a gift, wrapped up the latest crime novel that she had read, making sure to include Killer on the note. I assured her that she needn’t have worried and accepted it graciously, truthfully telling her that I looked forward to reading it.
And now that the party was slowly dwindling down, Rory and I sat on the couch, watching the flames flickering within the fireplace. I couldn’t help but run a finger over the gold chain he gave me. A Celtic tree of life. Instead of the customary circle surrounding the tree, it was a heart, outlined with diamonds. When he placed it around my neck, he told me that the Irish believe that the tree of life is a symbol of unity, connection and strength. But this one was special because it also was a symbol for love.
His hand trailed circles over my upper arm, and I glanced up at him.
“Thank you for everything,” I said, kissing him softly on the cheek.
He leaned close and brushed his lips over mine. “You’re welcome. But I have one more surprise for you.” He stood and held out his hand.
I took it and followed him up the stairs to my room. All the while, I silently thanked God that I had gone for that full body wax the other day.
He closed the door and pushed me up against it. Instantly I melted in my jeans as he started kissing me, slow and seductive at first then with an urgency of hunger.
Glued at the lips we made our way over to the bed and fell to the mattress as he began to strip our clothes off. In no time I laid there naked, his eyes feasting on me.
He kneed my legs apart, and I just knew that my pussy was dripping with anticipation. As he slipped his fingers inside, he gruffly said, “That necklace looks fine on you.”
The intensity of the moment wrapped around me like an inferno. As I was just about to go over the edge, I cried out when he removed his hand and watched as he licked my juices from his skin. He smacked his lips together, “Now, that’s a nectar I just have to taste from the source.”
My breath caught as his tongue flicked against my clit. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body, as my blood turned to molten lava. The fire spread from my toes to my fingers clutching the sheets. His mouth was hot and insistent, as he drank from between my thighs.
I was never one to watch as a man ate me out, but this time, I couldn’t resist the urge to look. Through half-lidded eyes, I glanced down to see his dark hair between my thighs, and I swear to God I squirted at the sight of it. His strong hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly in place as his tongue delved deeper inside of me.
Shivers flew up my spine as I rocked against his mouth, but then he switched tactics on me. A shuddery moan escaped past my lips as he centered his attention on my swollen clit. He tugged it gently between his lips, and I thought I would go over the edge then, but I didn’t. I fought the urge to get lost in the starlit abyss that I knew was waiting for me, wanting more of the exquisite sensations that he was invoking within me. That was until he started to flick his tongue over and over, and I no longer had control. Every fiber of my being was set aflame and with one final rock against his face, I froze only to ride the wave as he drank from between my thighs.
Rory looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re sweeter than honey,” he growled, his hot breath causing my clit to tingle. The intensity of his gaze made me flush with heat. I felt completely vulnerable but completely safe within his arms.
The energy between us felt like a live wire, my body crying out for him, every nerve ending set on fire. He whispered my name, his voice catching in his throat as he positioned himself between my thighs, and as he filled me to the hilt, he growled, “There’s nothing better than birthday sex.”