10. Sean
TEN
sean
1:23 A.M.
“Are you going home or to Blair’s?” Lorcan asked after we dropped Tadhg off.
I didn’t have a home in New York, not one of my own at least.
My brothers and I had our own wings at the O’Sullivan estate. And anytime we came to New York, it’s where we laid our heads.
The brownstone we’d lived in part time as kids during the school year had been sold the minute Cian graduated high school. Now that I was back for good, living on the same land as my parents let alone under the same roof didn’t sit right.
I needed my own space to breathe away from them.
Not from her though.
“I’ll be going to Blair’s from now on,” I told him, sitting back as he pulled from the curb. “But tomorrow remind me to get in touch with Mercy.”
Blair and I needed something bigger and her place wouldn’t do once we got over this hump.
Mercy handled our current real estate portfolio and kept a close eye on anything new we might find interest in, including residential spots.
If anybody had options readily available for purchase it was her.
“Coordinate with the head of housekeeping at the estate and have my wardrobe sent.”
“Got it,” Lorcan mumbled. “And uh… boss?”
I flicked my gaze up and met his in the rear view, brow raised.
“Everything good with Liam, right?”
I nodded.
Liam and Lorcan were fraternal twins, lived and worked together.
“All good. He did his job. Anything to report?”
I had my eyes on Blair’s stagnant location but felt his eyes watching me.
She’d gotten home at six on the dot, only two hours before the curfew I’d given to her. And four hours after she’d finished with appointments for the day.
“They met with another girl around her age named Esmeralda. She’s Cuban; her and Blair only spoke in Spanish.”
Esmeralda Constanzo was the granddaughter of Augusto Constanzo.
There were some things Blair couldn’t keep from me and making friends with the Cuban-American drug lord’s granddaughter was one of them. Working for him was another.
“I uh… think she wanted you to meet her but it got late. Liam took her home.”
Had she been waiting for me?
I had every intention of being back by eight, like I’d asked of her, but shit was much messier than I expected.
Landell and his alleged son Meechie had even began taking protection money from businesses surrounding Five Points.
The fuck was he protecting them with? My shit?
And what the fuck had my da been doing for the last five years? Not enough if his driver somehow made a name for himself.
My head went from fine to pounding in seconds.
But thankfully there wasn’t much traffic between Tadhg and Blair’s homes. We arrived in no time, her security let me in and I went straight up.
The elevator doors opened into her living room. All the lights were out but she was sitting, legs crossed, in front of the window wearing a dark green silk robe that hung off her shoulder.
She turned a little after a second and smiled at me.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t think you were staying here tonight.”
And then her smile disappeared and she turned away.
“Would you prefer—”
“I’d prefer you stop being mad,” she cut in, standing. “You probably want to shower, right? Can we talk when you’re finished?”
I tried to focus but her robe was open and everything I loved about her body on display.
That pretty ass dark skin, long toned limbs and curves that came with age. Twenty-nine year old Blair had really grown up and spread out.
Every version of her was my type.
“Yeah,” I agreed, forcing my eyes away. “When I’m finished I’ll come find you.”
But when I emerged from the bathroom about forty minutes later, a towel wrapped around my waist, there she was.
“I know you said you’d find me, but this place isn’t that big.”
It was big enough for her to stay clear until I was ready but we both knew me keeping my distance was an excuse.
She made it hard for me to think, hard for me to stay mad. All we’d had was a twenty minute conversation hours ago and I still felt wired up about it.
“I put clothes out for you…” she tipped her head toward the t-shirt, basketball shorts, and boxer trio at the edge of the bed. “Or…” I lifted an eyebrow and she got up and walked toward me. “Look, I know we aren’t on the greatest terms, but I’ve missed you so much and I’m craving your touch. You can be mad, I deserve it, but does that mean we can’t fuck? That you can’t fill my cup a little tonight? I just… need you, Oisin.”
The desperation in her voice, stirred that same feeling inside me.
I hadn’t touched another woman but her since seventeen. And that pussy got better with time.
Because even though we’d been separated by distance for almost ten years, Blair and I always found time to see each other and get our fill.
It’d been much harder to do lately with the trafficking debacle at the Dock in Philly, Finnegan getting shot and a host of other issues that needed my undivided attention.
I missed and needed her, too.
Craved her touch just as bad.
I wanted to fuck her senseless but make her suffer all the same.
Fuck it.
“We don’t have t—”
Blair’s lips parted as my fingers curled around her neck.
“We can’t get back to us until you tell me everything.”
I tightened my grip, giving her what she needed before I took it all away.
“You know how much I hate being out of the loop,” I murmured, guiding her fine ass to the bed. “But especially when it comes to you. Am I not worthy of knowing the big and small shit, Amoy?”
It was a little dramatic on my part but I didn’t give a fuck. My obsession with Blair ran deep and every part of me wanted to be in tune with every part of her.
“O-Oisin…”
Her breathlessness made my dick brick up something fierce. Gently, I removed the pressure and stroked her throat.
“I need you.”
She took a deep staggering breath and fell backward on the bed, robe open with her legs spread and dark brown lace covered in her essence on display.
I hummed, walked around the bed and sat on the other side, letting my towel fall and dick free.
“I need you too,” I said, wanting her to know even though she didn’t deserve to. “Come sit on it, Amoy. Let me fill your cup.”
She was in front of me in barely a blink. I reached out, pushed my fingers into her hair and palmed the back of her head.
“Fill mine, too?”
Our lips met and all my anger and disappointment disappeared. Blair made it all better even when she was the cause.
My only cure-all was her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, stepping back to pull her thong off. “Sorry, I broke our promise, Oisin.”
This apology and the first were genuine.
“It’s because I love you so deep that I’m feeling so… hurt about it.”
If we were gonna talk then I had to be honest, too.
Especially about my feelings. Giving her the silent treatment was one thing, but leaving her in the dark about how what she did made me feel wouldn’t be fair.
This was the love of my life right here, straddling me with her wet pussy lips hugging the tip of my dick.
I put my hands under her thighs and she lifted, only lowering herself after I poked at her entrance.
“Fuckk,” we said in unison as her pussy met my skin, all of me buried deep inside her walls.
“Hurting you is my only regret,” Blair whispered, lips to my ear as she began to slowly slide up and down the length of me. “You matter most to me. I’ll tell you everything I can, like I should’ve from the start.”
She throbbed around me; I couldn’t take it anymore and flipped us, pressing her body into the mattress with mine and fucking her hard and deep.
With one leg lifted and pushed back and the other flat on the bed, Blair met my strokes like a pro.
“Oisin, don’t stop. Ke-Keep fucking me like that.”
I pulled out and she screamed, her eyes wild and hips still thrusting as if I hadn’t moved.
“No more pleasure for you, Amoy. You can cum when my feelings aren’t hurt anymore.”
She growled in frustration and I chuckled.
“And where do you plan to get off?”
Our eyes clashed and I tipped my head.
The fuck was she trying to say?
“Get off?” I asked, snatching her to me by the ankles. “The only pussy I been getting off in all these years is yours. The only pussy I want to get off in is yours. You tryna make me angry?”
“No,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. “That was frustrated me talking. But you’re making yourself suffer, too. Why?”
Because I was out of my mind, that’s why.
If she wasn’t cuming, why the fuck should I?
“You telling me everything?”
“Yeah…” She nodded, apprehension swimming in those syrupy browns I adored more than life. “Everything, I can. First…” she got on her knees and pushed my shoulder. “Lay back and let me take care of that.”
But if she was offering to make me cum, why the fuck not?