Chapter 14
MOIRA
He came and then he stayed for super. I hadn’t expected that. We’d shared a mug of tea or a snack, but it had always been me that approached him.
He’d never, not once in all the time that we’d lived next door come over for a meal of his own accord, but I should have known. Andy was a man of his word, always had been.
I’d stopped thinking of him as Butcher after he’d kissed me.
He may be Butcher to the rest of the world, but to me he was Andy O’Shea, the man who’d saved me.
The man I loved with every fibre of my being, because underneath all that gruffness was a good man capable of great emotion and if you were his, he’d move heaven and earth for you.
Getting to my feet, I start to clear the table. Andy’s hand stops mine. “Leave it milseán, I’ll take care of it. You go and deal with ceann beag, she’s about to fall asleep in her food.”
He’s not wrong. Mikayla has been fighting sleep for the last twenty minutes, but she’d been so busy talking to Andy that I’d hated to put a stop to it.
“Are you sure?”
I meet his dark gaze but when all I see is amusement and affection, I let go of the plate and let him take it.
“I’m sure, milseán. Go put her to bed.”
“You’ll wait for me?” I ask, needing him to know he is welcome in my home.
“I’ll be here, milseán,” he promises. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Okay.” Going to Mikayla, I gather her up in my arms and take her to the bathroom for a quick wash. It doesn’t take long to have her in her pyjamas and tucked into bed. One story later, and she’s fast asleep.
Standing, I tuck the blankets around her before bending to kiss her forehead. For all that she’s like a whirlwind during the day, when she’s asleep it would take a bomb going off to get her moving.
Hearing the floorboard in the passage creak, I turn and see Andy with his hands tucked into his pockets, leaning against the doorjamb watching us.
“You want to kiss her goodnight?” I ask.
Surprise lights his face for a minute before he pushes away from the doorway and walks over to the bed. He stands looking down at her for a bit, and the pure love on his face makes my heart clench.
God this man slays me with the depth of his love for us.
Slowly he bends and gently presses a kiss to her forehead, running a gentle hand over her curls before he turns and looks at me. Wolfie pushes past me and takes his place at the foot of her bed.
Andy raises an eyebrow, looking from me to the dog who is studiously ignoring him. I bite back a chuckle, reaching for his hand. I tug him from the room, pulling the door until it’s only open a crack.
“It’s best to leave sleeping dogs and babies in peace,” I grin up at him. “When you’re gone then he's her dog.”
Andy reaches out and cups my cheek, “I can live with that, milseán, if you can.”
Lifting a hand, I cup his hand to my cheek. “I can live with anything as long as you’re in my life Andy O’Shea, don’t you know that?”
“You say that now a chroí,” he hesitates. “But if you knew.”
“I know enough Andy. I’ll be here when you’re ready to share more.” Turning my head, I press my lips to his palm, curling his fingers over the kiss I leave there. I tilt my head up to look at him. “Will you stay with me?”
Andy’s eyes hold mine as if searching for something before he gives me a short nod. “I’ll stay.”
Smiling, I turn and pull him through my bedroom door, closing and locking the door.
Turning back to him, I hold his gaze as I start to unbutton my blouse one button at time. Heat flares in his eyes, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he follows every move I make, every button I open until I reach the bottom and my blouse falls open.
“Fuck me, milseán,” he growls, and his nostrils flare as he rakes his gaze from the top of my head to my toes. Not a single inch of me is left untouched. “If you knew how long I’ve waited for you.”
I slip my blouse from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as my hands go to the button on my jeans. He moves fast, his hand on mine stopping me. “Let me, milseán.”
My breath stutters in my chest at the need in his voice, and I allow my hands to drop to my sides as he flicks open the button on my jeans and sinks to his knees in front of me, taking them down with him.
I’m left standing in the silky new ice blue underwear I bought after he kissed me.
I hoped that we’d be here one night, and I’d wanted to be ready.
“Jesus,” he groans as he looks up at me from where he’s kneeling at my feet. “So fucking gorgeous, milseán. Can I touch you?”
“Anywhere you want, Andy. I’m yours, have been for a while. Show me what it’s like to be loved.”
I’m not sure what it is about my words, but he wraps his arms around me, pressing his head to my stomach. I nearly miss his words, “Loved you forever a stór, will always love you.”
Running my fingers through his hair, I tilt his head back so that he not only sees the truth in my eyes but hears it in my voice. “Love you too, have done for years and will love you for many more to come.”
Standing, he wraps his arms around me and takes my mouth in a kiss that curls my toes and leaves me panting for more.
Bending, he slips an arm behind my knees and lifts, carrying me bridal style towards the bed, his mouth never once leaving mine until he kneels on the bed and places me gently on it.
“Need you naked, Andy. Need to feel your skin on mine, need you to love me like I know you want to and I need you to let me love you like I’ve been wanting to for months,” I whisper against his lips.
His eyes soften before darkening with desire. He places a kiss on my lips, a kiss that starts out slow before getting harder as he pours everything he feels for me into it. With one last soft kiss without uttering a word, he stands and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the end of my bed.
My eyes widen and my breath catches when I get my first good look at him shirtless—more muscular than I’d expected, broader with a six-pack and a trail of dark hair that tapers off the closer it gets to the waistband of his jeans. And the tattoos—so many tattoos.
One in particular catches my eye. It’s on his chest, right by his heart—the only one with colour.
A sunflower with a bright yellow butterfly hovering over it, and mine and Mikayla’s names scrolled to look like the stem.
My chest tightens and tears burn my eyes at how much he cared for us without ever saying anything.
One day I’d take time to look at them all, but tonight all I want is his body over mine, moving in me and making me his.
Reaching out my hand for him to take, I pull him toward me.
His body covers mine, his mouth crashing onto mine.
Our kisses are hungry, filled with long banked desire.
Running my hands up and down his back, I hold him to me as close as I can get.
Trying to show him how much I need him, want him.
Not only in my bed, but in my life…forever if I have any choice.
But right now, I need him to take me and make me his in every way that he can. Love me like only he can.
“Jesus, milseán,” he rocks his hips against me, and I shudder. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man in me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold out for long.
“Don’t need you to hold out a stór,” he chuckles darkly, sucking at my neck before lifting his head, “let’s see how many times I can make you come.”
Oh, hell. I’d not realised that I’d said that out loud or that he’d take it as a challenge.
“Oh feck,” I whisper as Andy takes his time, making his way down my body.
Kissing, sucking, biting, not a part of me is left untouched by his hands, his lips, his tongue.
The man uses them all until I’m a writhing, sobbing mess on the bed.
My thighs are wet with need, my pussy clenching on emptiness as he uses his tongue on my clit to wring another orgasm out of me. “Andy,” I gasp. “I need more.”
“More what, a stór?” He looks up at me from between my legs, eyes dark with lust, beard wet with my release.
Holy feck, I wasn’t prepared for this man.
“I need you,” I whimper, “inside me, filling me up until all I can feel is you.”
“Only had to ask, a stór, I’ll give you whatever you need.
” He murmurs the promise as he crawls up my body, taking my mouth in a hard kiss.
I taste the essence of my release on his lips, on his tongue as he surges into me, rolling his hips, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside me that I didn’t know I had.
Tearing my mouth from his, I gasp for breath, rolling my hips, moving with him.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper— as deep as I can get him.
A tingle builds inside me, spreading through my body until I don’t know where I end and he begins.
Tears well in my eyes as I cry out his name with a sob.
“Jesus Andy, Andy, Andy.” I whisper his name and close my eyes as I come so hard that my body bows from the bed. Andy groans, burying his head in the crook of my neck as his warmth floods me, hips rocking until they finally still.
Aftershocks flood through me and I shiver, wrapping myself tighter around him, pressing my lips to his sweaty temple, “Love you, love you, love you,” I whisper as my eyes flutter closed.
Satiated and exhausted. I’d never felt anything like this, not once. Andy O’Shea had ruined me for everyone else.