33. Sean
THIRTY-THREE
sean
After spending all fucking day apart, Blair had me at the airstrip waiting for Esmeralda’s plane to land.
I wasn’t convinced she didn’t want revenge for our deal with Demetrius. Was she that out of her fucking mind that it didn’t matter?
Maybe. But she’d have to prove it before I allowed her and Blair to be alone.
“Stop frowning, Oisin.”
My wife stepped in front of me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I peered down at her, still wanting to express how I felt on the matter of her so called friend but finding it hard to do so.
She was so goddamn pretty.
“I love your nose,” I whispered, tapping it with my index finger. “And your eyes. Lips. Everything about you.”
Blair’s eyes searched mine.
“It’s important I do this,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “I had so many mixed emotions about Esi, and forgot she doesn’t really have any at all. What I thought was significant to her was just a game.”
We’d had a debrief with Finn and Violet about our equally interesting days. I’d been feeling like my aunt knew more than she’d been letting on.
I didn’t understand why she’d choose him over her daughters, who loved her deeply. My ma was different but somehow they were cut from the same cloth.
“But we’ve always balanced each other out,” she went on. “So I’m going to try and you won’t interfere, got it?”
Without permission, my lips spread.
I liked when she told me what to do.
“We’ll see, Amoy…” I kissed her forehead and dropped my hands to her ass. “I can’t make any promises. Anybody I feel means you harm will have to see me and that includes your friend.”
She frowned but didn’t fight me on it.
Her safety was my top priority. Fuck all the other shit.
“Thank you for sending me with Finn.”
I pushed her face to my chest, eyes on Liam as he paced in front of us. He was starting to get on my nerves with his nervous energy.
“My family is your family,” I murmured into the top of her head. “And I’ll keep reminding you of that in every way I can.”
Gently, I moved Blair from in front of me.
“Aye, what the fuck are you so nervous about?”
Liam turned, a frown on his face.
“Nervous? I’m not nervous. I’m fucking anxious and it’s pissing me off by the second.”
A few seconds passed between us before I started to laugh.
“Aw the little baby found him a love interest,” I teased, leaning back against the truck and pulling Blair to me again. “Go pace over there, because it’s starting to piss me off.”
He did as I asked without complaint and I laughed a little more.
“You’re enjoying messing with him, I see.”
I tightened my arms around her.
“Because I married my first love and don’t gotta deal with all that comes with the start of something new. Feeling a little smug about it, actually.”
She hummed, looking up at me playfully before saying, “Oh, so Penelope Buckley wasn’t your first love?”
Blair wiped the smile right off my face.
“Who is that?”
Her expressive eyes widened and then she burst into laughter.
The fuck was she on? I almost asked but kept it to myself, knowing how much she used to enjoy messing with me over that pale ass girl from high school.
“I see what you did there, little deer. Love when you prove I’m the only woman you see.”
She sighed and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Can’t wait to go home and cuddle.”
It was all I could think about, getting home, showering and fucking my wife nice and slow while we talked about our day.
With that thought lingering in my mind, I checked the time.
Esmeralda’s plane would land soon and then we could get the fuck on. Liam had been tasked with taking her to the apartment she’d been renting in the city, but Blair wanted to lay eyes on her first.
She couldn’t sit still, which is how we ended up outside the Escalade. We stood in silence, Liam pacing somewhere out of sight for what felt like ages, when the plane finally slowed in front of us after taking the short trek from the landing strip.
Blair turned in my arms but I refused to release her, letting Liam be the first person to greet Esmeralda as she descended the steps.
“She looks like she hasn’t eaten,” my baby whispered, stroking my fingers.
We watched her and Liam talk for a short time before he moved past her to the bags she’d come with.
“I’m not out for revenge, Sean O’Sullivan,” she said, approaching us with eyes on me. “Let me tell you why, so we can move past this cause I’m tired and don’t want to have this conversation after a good sleep…” the tiny thing yawned and dropped her shoulders. “All I know is Blair saved my life when she didn’t know who I was at all. My dad ain’t come for me. Not even my abuelo, but a complete stranger caught her first body for me. I don’t care what happens, my loyalty is hers.”
I released Blair without responding and she immediately pulled Esmeralda into a hug. Giving them a minute to themselves, I helped Liam with the bags.
“Don’t fight it,” I told him, waiting for his eyes to meet mine before I finished. “Whatever you’re feeling don’t fight it or you’ll be in for a world of hurt. If you’re going to pursue her, do that shit the right way, or not at all. It’d be a shame if her nut ass skinned one of my best men alive.”
He still looked conflicted but I was certain he’d figure it out when she started giving him a run for his money.
A door shut and Esmeralda turned in her seat, eyes peering at Liam.
“I’m ready to go.”
Mmm.
I held my chuckle and turned, heading for the truck Blair and I had come in after meeting then splitting up with Finn, Violet and Lorcan, who took them to the condo they were renting in Brooklyn.
Blair had already gotten into the front seat, and I reached for her hand the second I slid into mine, bringing those soft fingers to my lips.
“Tell me something, beautiful goddess.”
Her gaze lifted from our hands and settled on me, as I started us up.
“What, little deer?”
I followed Liam to the exit, turning right while he went left, before responding.
“Do you want to build a home from the ground up or buy something and gut it?”
“Mmm,” she hummed. “I guess it depends. Building something would mean moving further away from the city and we do too much business here to be far out full-time.”
I nodded, having thought of that.
“But,” she went on. “We could be like how it was for you guys growing up. A home away from home, where we raise our kids and a place in the city.”
“Grab my phone and open the text from Mercy.”
She obliged and I waited for her opinion, letting the silence wrap around us until she spoke again.
“I like Brooklyn for us. The second brownstone she sent is basically gutted. I like the idea of transforming it.”
I hummed.
“I’ll start the buying process in the morning. You want me to cash it out?”
She set my phone down and leaned into my arm, fingers still linked with mine.
“Yeah, might as well. Plus, we’ll be able to close sooner. I guess my place can be for business only.”
Her voice had gotten softer and softer, so when she finished her statement I knew she was sleep.
I carried her in once we were home, letting the guard on duty tonight park my car.
“Oisin,” she murmured as I stepped into the apartment and went straight for the bedroom. “I love you.”
She pressed a kiss to my neck, right in that spot that always got me worked up.
“I love you too, Amoy.”
I set her on the edge of the bed and got down to remove her boots.
“You always take such good care of me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”
Our eyes clashed and I gripped her thighs.
“When have you ever not deserved me taking care of you?”
I could tell she hadn’t meant to say it. That where this had come from was meant to stay locked away. I was grateful for the slip of tongue.
Every insecurity had to be pulled out by the root or this wouldn’t work.
“I… when I lost our baby.”
The confession broke my heart.
“Look at me, Amoy,” I coaxed softly, holding my tongue until she did just that. “I know that feeling won’t just disappear, but you are worthy. You’ve always been worthy. And I’ll keep doing this, taking care of you in every way imaginable, even after you finally understand and believe.”
She leaned forward, hands on my face, forehead to mine and murmured against my lips, “Thank you for saying that.”
I pulled her up, removed all her clothes and mine, led us to the bathroom and into the rising steam after cutting the shower on.
Slow and meticulously, I cleaned my wife from head to toe and she let me, eyes regarding my every move.
“Let me return the favor,” she murmured after I rinsed her down.
Blair washed me with gentle hands, like she was trying to convey something important, but we stayed silent until I had her beneath me in our bed not long after.
“Tell me what you need right now?” I asked, fingers slipping between her legs to gently stroke her clit.
“You. Make love to me, please.”
She wrapped herself around me, long limbs drawing me to her.
I slid inside, her heat exquisitely enveloping me. Fuck. She was so goddamn wet.
“Feel so good,” I breathed as she arched, lips parted as needy moans spilled from them.
Her nails bit into my back and I slowed, watching her face and the way it held every emotion I wanted her to feel. Loved. Cherished. Worthy. Mine.
“Yes,” she gasped as I pinned her arms above her head, kept her in place while I thrust deep and slow.
Her wet pussy pulled me in with each stroke, making me lose control and pace.
“Oisin,” she cried as I crashed into her, wild with the need to fill her body and soul.
I kept her pinned, one hand on her wrists, the other cupping her face.
“Tell me you love me,” I grunted, thrusting deeper, hips pounding her with urgency.
“I love you,” she whimpered, eyes filled with a hunger that called to me.
I let go of her wrists to cradle her head, balling my fist in her hair and pulling her mouth to mine.
“Again,” I demanded, unable to get enough of hearing it from her lips.
“I love you,” she cried when I freed her mouth, slick body arching and writhing. “I love you, I love you, I—”
I got my hand around her throat, squeezed gently, and felt her breath stall.
“Fuck, Amoy,” I hissed, driven deeper by the way she splayed and bucked beneath me. “Open your mouth.”
She obliged and I spit in it, watching as she swallowed with wild eyes and then pressed her lips to mine. I released her throat and drove harder, moved by her walls pulsing around me.
“I can’t…”
“You can. Keep cuming on your dick, baby. You do it so well.”
Right with her, I coated those slick walls with everything I had until we were both too breathless to speak. Mm .
That pussy just kept getting better with time was the last thing I remembered thinking when Blair’s voice rang out and startled me awake, at what I realized was hours later.
“Brynn baby, slow down. What’s wrong?”
When the fuck had we fallen asleep?