30. Blair
THIRTY
blair
Violet had the patience of a saint.
Following behind Landell all day was driving me up a wall, but she was cool as a cucumber and I admired that. He’d made two more stops before leading us all the way to a tiny community in Pennsylvania, two hours from Manhattan. Now that night had fallen, I was itching to end this and get home to my man.
We pulled into a gas station once the road began to wind for miles with no cars in sight.
“This is definitely not for me.”
Violet laughed as we both slid out and stretched.
“I’m glad you figured it out. It’s a lonely job more days than not.”
While she got gas, I leaned against the passenger door and kept my eyes on Landell’s location. He’d come to a stop in the middle of nowhere it seemed.
My mind wandered to Sean.
I missed him.
And it was quite clear I was not meant to be an assassin. The job was more sitting and waiting than anything.
“Blair!”
I blinked and looked over my shoulder.
“Call him,” Violet said, gaze knowing. “I’ll give you five minutes.”
Not needing to be told twice, I dialed his number.
“This my wife?” Sean asked upon answering.
I laughed and stared at the ground.
“Affirmative.”
He sighed and I immediately felt the same weight lift from my shoulders. Sometimes you just needed to hear the one voice that makes everything better, even when there’s nothing wrong.
“You safe?”
“Yes,” I murmured. “Nothing exciting this way. What about you?”
He chuckled.
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
With only a couple minutes to talk, I decided not to use them digging into whatever that meant.
“No Ithaca?”
I smiled at the way he asked.
“No Ithaca,” I confirmed, leaving it at that. “But we’re closer to home.”
He hummed.
“I love you, beautiful goddess.”
Violent tapped her wrist as she passed to enter the gas station.
“I love you more, little deer. I have to go but I’ll be home soon.”
“How soon?” he asked, trying to keep me on the phone.
“Soon, baby. Keep a cool head until then, okay?”
He mumbled something about trying his best—sounding like his brother—before I ended the call to spare us both and swiped the screen to see Landell was heading back in this direction.
“That was quick,” I mused, opening my door and sliding in after Violet exited the gas station.
“He on the move already?” she asked, leaning over to see what I was seeing. “Mm.”
She moved us to the side of the building and we waited twenty minutes for him to pass us by.
“You think he’s headed back home?”
“Maybe…” she tapped the steering wheel. “But it’d be a waste of a trip not to see where he went from here.”
She glanced at me.
“Could be a bust, could be fruitful. What you think?”
I looked at the direction Landell was riding off into, feeling like her question was a test.
“Let’s wait and see if he’s headed home or not.”
She smiled and nodded, leaning back in her seat.
“Don’t doubt yourself, Blair. You know how to deduce what’s what.”
I bit my lip.
“I rarely doubt myself these days,” I told her. “But I want to get this right, now that Sean and I are married and I’m his second.”
She hummed.
“We’re in the same boat now…” our eyes met. “So, it’s best we keep an open line of communication just for us and Gianna.”
I nodded, feeling like we’d entered into our sisterhood era just then, and glanced at the phone.
“He’s def heading into O’Sullivan territory.”
She started the car up and pulled from the gas station, heading toward Landell’s last stop.
It was a straight shot and something I learned about Violet was her excellent sense of direction. She never missed a turn or exit.
We drove for about twenty-five minutes before coming up on a split in the road that only went left.
Surrounded by trees, I sat up and forward. “The fuck was he doing back here.”
Violet rolled to a stop outside of a cabin, and if I had to guess there were more blocked by the trees on both sides. There were no lights on and she immediately cut ours.
We both reached for our guns and got out, looking around before taking measured steps as we split—Violet taking the front while I went to the back. It didn’t look like anyone was here but you could never be too sure.
I peeked through the glass door with nothing covering it and then wiggled the handle, finding it unlocked. Mm.
Violet was already inside by the time I made it to the front.
“No one’s here but all of his shit is,” she said as we stared at all he’d accumulated. “Look at this.”
She lifted the lid on a bin with the tip of her gun and I frowned, doing the same with the one next to it. Inside were guns galore but the duffle bags were filled with money.
“Is it ours or the Albanians?”
Our eyes met and we both smiled.
“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “It’s ours now. Let’s see how far he’ll get without his insurance policy.”
We took all we could fit and got out of dodge, driving cautiously into New York and straight to my place. I had the staff on duty empty the car and take everything up to the fourth floor, while Violet and I headed straight to the apartment.
Finn was stretched out on the couch and lifted at the sound of the elevator. His sleepy eyes moved slowly from me to Violet and then he stood.
“Let’s go, baby,” he muttered, draping an arm over her shoulder. “I need our bed. We’ll slide back this way later, B.”
I watched after them until the doors closed, kicked off my boots and headed straight for the bedroom. Sean was laid on top of the covers with an arm over his eyes.
“Come here, Amoy.”
I went and laid on top of him and he wrapped his arms around my body with a sigh.
One minute I was inhaling his scent and listening to the soft beat of his heart and the next I was sound asleep.
Kisses to my face woke me.
“No,” I whined, squeezing my eyes shut. “I need more sleep.”
Sean’s laughter vibrated through me, making it hard to fight the urge to look at him.
“I would love to let you sleep,” he murmured into my forehead. “But Finn and Violet are headed this way and I want to know whose guns you stole before they get here.”
That had me popping my eyes open to meet his gaze.
“So, those don’t belong to you.”
He shook his head.
“Nah. They don’t.”
I smiled and rolled onto my back, noticing he’d taken my clothes off and left me in my bra and thong.
“Must be the Albanians,” I mused, rolling my head to look at him. “We followed him from Harlem to Ithaca and then Bushkill of all places is where we found the guns and money. I think he was gearing up to disappear.”
I sat up and tried to get out of bed but my husband wasn’t having that and pinned me beneath him. Our eyes danced before he gently kissed me, lips intertwining as our tongues met.
“Shouldn’t I be getting ready?” I asked, tugging my head back to breathe. “A shower is needed.”
He buried his entire face in my neck and I giggled as he sniffed.
“Love the way you smell,” he whispered, kissing down my shoulder and then across my chest. “And how you feel against me, beneath me…”
I sighed, letting his words penetrate parts of me only he could.
“Was reminded yesterday how good I fucking have it.”
He lifted and pulled me with him.
“Found out what’s been going on with Tadhg.”
I straddled and wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Why does it sound worse than I thought?”
He laughed.
“Shit ain’t funny but Zi asked for a divorce. He said she wanted kids suddenly and that he’d gotten a vasectomy without telling her.”
I frowned.
“Why wouldn’t he tell her that?”
“Never got to that part,” he said, shaking his head. “We went by their place. He wanted to use Finn and me as a buffer, but she had another man there.”
Oh no.
There was a lot you could get away with when it came to O’Sullivan men but cheating was not one of them.
“Didn’t end well, I’m assuming…” I brushed my fingers over his chest, outlining the shape of my inked lips. “Let’s get matching tattoos.”
I lifted my gaze just as he said, “Not after he learned she’s pregnant. And yeah, baby, I’ll get some matching ink with you.”
Pregnant?
“Shit Zi,” I mumbled. “Why she have to go and do that?”
He nodded.
“My thoughts exactly but that ain’t our business outside of being there for Tadhg when he asks for it. They might work it out.”
I doubted that.
“What if I cheated? Would you forgive me?”
“Sure would,” he said without pause. “After I killed everything moving and locked you away.”
Despite how serious I knew he was, laughter bubbled out of me as I secured my arms around his neck.
“Never thought of it, Oisin,” I whispered, closing my eyes and touching my forehead to his. “Have you? Did you?”
“There was this…”
I leaned back like he’d slapped me, only to find an amused smile on his face
“Don’t play with me like that.”
He got out of bed with me still attached to him.
“You mean too much to me to ever fuck this up,” he said, walking into the bathroom and setting me on the counter. “Been beating women off with a stick since we committed, even when we made everyone think we weren’t together all these years.”
I shook my head, knowing he wasn’t lying about that at all.
“Pretty sure, Mr. Everwood left us a shipping container of vacuum sealed marijuana as a gift.”
He cut the shower on and adjusted the temperature before turning to face me.
“It’d been sitting for three months.”
“So, he definitely had this planned for a while,” I surmised, sliding off the counter and pulling my thong and bra off. “What do you guys plan on doing with it?”
“Shipping it to our distro center to be analyzed before stocking the dispensaries.”
I slipped past him and into the rising steam, watching as he dropped the one article of clothing from his body and followed me inside.
“You believe me when I say it’s only been you all these years, right?”
He cornered me against the shower wall, brows pinched as if he were worried.
“I believe you, Oisin…” I smiled up at him and tipped my head. “Switch places with me.”
Sean obliged and I immediately lowered myself to the floor.
“What you doing, Amoy?” he asked, like he didn’t know how much I loved having his dick in my mouth but most importantly when he fucked it.
I wrapped my fingers around his growing length and stroked until he was hard as a brick.
“Showing you how much I trust you.”
My mouth watered for him and I used it to spit on the tip, circling it with my tongue to spread it around. Sean secured his hand at the nape of my neck, gripping my bun to cradle my head.
“Let me see how much.”
I opened wide, staring up at him as he wasted no time filling my mouth until he couldn’t anymore. He had so much to give, and I wanted it all.
“Never get tired of seeing you like this,” he murmured through a groan, thrusting slow and then fast. “I love how much you love this shit.”
I pulled his other hand to my neck and he smirked down at me as he squeezed tight, maneuvering my body back until he was standing over me. Saliva dripped from the sides of my mouth while he fucked it.
“Look at you,” Sean groaned, setting a pace that made my entire body shiver. “My greedy fucking wife.”
His thrusts became rough and sloppy, indicating just how close he was. I was, too. The pressure of his hand around my throat had me slapping my clit until I silently came for him, lips trembling as it rocked me to the core.
Sean didn’t let up until he was spilling down my throat, and I swallowed all of it, licking the corners of my mouth once he slipped from inside and lifted me to my feet. Our lips instantly met, bodies soaked in water threatening to turn cold.
Pleasure and trust bled between us, a reminder of how lucky we were indeed.
I bit his lip and pulled back, staring into his eyes.
“You’re not done,” I whispered, feeling him grow hard against my stomach.
“In a minute,” he said, pinning me to the wall so he could slide his fingers between my legs. “Got something else for you first.”
My back arched off of the tile when he touched me. He had a way of making every nerve ending react like it was the first time his hands had been on my body.
I was desperate for more as his fingers worked in tandem with the way his lips pressed against mine.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, feeling myself unravel beneath his fingertips. My eyes fluttered closed and Sean nipped at my neck, grunting into my ear.
“Never,” he promised.
I was still quaking from the release he pulled from me when I was flipped around and bent over, water rushing over my head and shoulders. Sean pushed his hand in the center of my back until I was at a perfect angle for him to slide inside. My body was hypersensitive, and I let out a guttural cry as he filled me to capacity.
“Need it slow this time?” he asked, knowing my answer before I gave it.
“Fuck no,” I moaned, pushing into him.
Sean’s hold on my hips was near bruising as he moved in and out of me, fucking me hard and deep, until I saw white spots dancing in my vision.
“Goddess,” he growled into my neck as he snatched me up by my hair.
My pussy clamped around him like it was starving for all he had to give and fuck if it wasn’t true.
“Right there,” I gasped, and he doubled down into the spot that set my nerves on fire, obliterating what was left of me.
I was too far in the clouds to tell him I was coming again but he knew, the curve of his lips against my skin said so.
“Shit, Amoy,” he rasped, stroking deep until he came with a full-bodied groan.
It took a moment for my senses to right themselves, but as soon as they did, Sean turned and looked me in the eyes. There was no doubt in his gaze, no fear that I’d ever betray him the way Zinnia had Tadhg.
He trusted me and every inch of my body.
And I felt the same, wholeheartedly.