48. Rian #2
“Language, Knox. Rian.” Mum sighs, exasperated. “I’m sorry, Catriona. These men don’t know how to behave. Anyway. So, where are you from?”
“I’m, um.” Catriona tenses. “I’m from Finglas.”
“Oh. Finglas.”
Mum seems lost for a comeback question. That area of Dublin comes with a reputation. Rosie helps her out. “Do you have a big family? Many brothers and sisters?”
“Eh, no. It’s only ever been my mum and I.”
“Sorry to sound prejudiced,” Knox says, tilting his head to the side, “but growing up with a single mum in Finglas can’t have been easy.”
Fuck. All the questions that I know Catriona struggles with. I drape my arm over her shoulders and give her what I hope is an encouraging smile.
“I guess being a single mum can be tough anywhere, but yes. Yes, it was. Nothing was given to me. I’ve always had to work hard. I believe that’s the reason why your father has invested in me in the KSS.”
“Yes.” Dad nods. “Your hard work and commitment hasn’t gone unnoticed.”
Catriona nibbles on her bottom lip, but when she turns to Dad, there’s a sharpness to her chin. “A-although I recently learned that I was passed on the chance of a promotion for reasons I’m not…content with. A girl from Finglas could have done well with every opportunity she gets.”
Fuck she’s tough. My chest puffs out in admiration and my cock swells in a way it should never do with family around.
“Um, eh, yes.” Dad squirms under her unyielding gaze. He drums his fingers on the table. “There were some strategic decisions that had to be made. Regretfully.”
“I’ve told Rian that I would have appreciated the company being straight with me instead of making me doubt my ability to do my job.”
Rosie mouths ‘wow’ at me from across the table, and I repress the urge to laugh at the way Dad squirms in his seat.
“Yes, I see your point, Catriona. I see your point. We, um, we probably could have handled it differently. You’re a great asset to the company and I would hope you have a long career with us.
” Dad clears his throat and fixes his gaze on me.
“And with this woman by your side, son, I’ve got a no doubt you’ll bring the company to new heights. ”
I can feel the ground shaking where the shackles drop off my ankles.
“I’ve got every intention of keeping her by my side, Dad.”
“You could learn a lot from her,” Dad continues with a raised brow and points at my woman. “She’s got work ethics that way surpass yours.”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” I drawl and give Catriona a side glance and squeeze her shoulder. “After all, she did sleep with her boss…”
* * *
“I’ll never go to your parents’ house with you again,” Catriona announces as she unlocks the door to her apartment.
My chest swells as I take in the familiar surroundings.
Only yesterday I thought I’d never set foot in this place again.
I need to ask for some wardrobe space as I suspect I’ll be spending a lot of time here going forward.
“It was nothing. Imagine the interrogations I’ll undergo when you bring me to see your mother.”
Catriona snorts and drops her keys in a bowl on the kitchen counter. I need to ask for a spare key too. “Yeah, I’d rather like to enjoy you for a little longer, and since you might not come out alive from a second meeting with my mother, I think I’ll wait until next year.”
I throw my head back laughing as Catriona tugs at my hand, ushering me to the bathroom.
“We both need a shower. I can’t wait to get out of these clothes.”
I pull her yellow top over her head and fill my hands with her bra-covered breasts. “I can’t wait to get you out of these clothes either.”
“Mind always in the gutter.” She rolls her eyes and starts on the buttons on my shirt.
“You seem eager to get me out of my clothes too.”
“Well, you stink, sir.”
I shake my head and chuckle. “Would it come as a surprise if I tell you that I love you?”
Her eyes twinkle. “After yelling at me in front of your parents an hour ago, I guess I should say yes.”
I grunt and unzip her skirt. It falls to the floor. “Promise me you’ll never change.”
“That’s a ridiculous demand, Mr Kearney, one I will never agree to.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and threads her fingers through my hair. God, I’ve missed her touch the last days.
“Is there anything that you will agree to?”
“I’ll agree to loving you back,” she whispers.
My heart thumps against my ribcage. “I’m going to have such a hard time getting a ‘yes’ out of you when I ask you to marry me.”
“Christ, Rian.” She rolls her eyes. “Maybe it would be easier if you left it for me to ask you?”
“Nah, I wouldn’t be able to wait that long.” I tilt my head to the side and run a finger along her throat. My dark tone is at odds with the gentle touch. “Maybe I should collar you first.”
Her breath hitches. “W-what?”
I press my hips against hers to show her what the thought of collaring her does to me. “With my collar around your neck, you’ll be my good girl, following my every order, naked and crawling on the floor, for me to use and tie up whenever I want, however I want.”
Her grip on my hair tightens and her pupils dilate. “Jesus. Don’t talk like that.”
I lean down and whisper against her lips, “And with my ring on your finger, you’ll be my equal whenever you have your clothes on. Will you marry me, Catriona Taylor?”
Her head reels back as she snaps out of the lustful haze.
“NO!” She slaps my shoulder. “It’s way too soon, we’ve only been dating – in secret, may I add – for two weeks, and we even managed to break up in that time!”
I wince. “That may be, but I’ve loved you for a lot longer.” I unclip her bra and slide the straps down her arms. “Possibly since you gave me the death stare during my first presentation when I claimed your work as mine.”
“I think I’ve loved you ever since you took off your jacket and flexed your biceps in our first meeting,” she replies with a mischievous glint in her eyes and pushes my shirt off my shoulders.
“That mouth of yours. You know what I do to naughty girls, don’t you?” I turn her around, push her panties down and slap her arse. “Get in the shower.”
I join her only seconds later, wincing when my elbows slam into the plexiglass as I lather Catriona’s tits. She’s no more successful when she tries to sink down on her knees for a closer inspection of the cleanliness of my rock hard cock.
She laughs. “Whoever designed this shower stall didn’t take sex into account.”
“You’re right. Fuck this.”
The bathroom floor has wet pools all over by the time I’ve guided her out of the cubicle and perched her on the sink. I spread her legs wide, soap suds still running down her thighs, and gaze down at her pink slit. It’s teasing me in – I need to taste her.
“Fuck!” Pain shouts from my arse cheek. I’ve bumped into the shower door when bending down.
Catriona cracks up laughing. “Whoever recommended bathroom se-eex… Ah!”
I suck her clit hard, and by the time I slide two digits in and out of her, I bet she’s a bathroom sex convert. Her legs are over my shoulders and her heels dig into my back.
“Rian!”
I grunt against her pussy as her insides clench around my fingers. A last lick along her slit and I stand up. Damp hair sticks to her rosy cheeks and she’s almost folded in half with her legs around my neck.
“What was that? Not even one minute before you came?” I tease and line up, my singular focus to be inside of her. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, this desperate.
“Just shut up and fuck me – fuck!”
My hips flex forcefully, pushing my cock all the way in. And then I pound into her with a bruising pace, claiming her. The small room is loud with moans and slapping of wet bodies.
“You’re mine, you hear me?” I pant the words, every muscle in my body taunt, my digits digging into her thigh.
“Yes, yes.” Her lips are frantic against mine as I let her taste herself – and soap.
I wrap my hand around her neck and repeat my promise from earlier. “I’m going to collar you.”
“Yes, Rian.” She tilts her head back, offering up the column of her throat. “Mark me as yours.”
I swear loudly. My hips move faster, my abs burn and my vision swims. Catriona’s mouth drops open and her nails dig grooves in my flesh.
Her scream vibrates under my firm grip as her orgasm pulses around my thrusting length.
Heat bursts down my spine, and I follow her over the edge, roaring, “Mine!”