Chapter Sixteen #2
Talulla watched me for a while before sighing.
“Ok. I’ll help you. It’ll come back to bite me in the arse, I know it.
Mrs. Byrne isn’t a good cook. She always has lunch at the Plough, just down the street, but its owner died and now the food is horrendous.
His son can’t cook to save his life. She’s been complaining to me about it.
If you can cook, bring her a good old Irish stew.
She prefers it with lamb. And a fresh loaf of soda bread. That might change the tide for you.”
I could cook. At home, I usually ventured for more exotic dishes: Indian, Thai or Turkish, but Mum and Imogen often asked for more traditional fare, so I knew I could cook a very good stew.
“Thank you.”
Talulla turned her attention back to the fur coat.
“Are you in danger? Because of the money?”
She didn’t look up as her fingers poked through the holes. “Don’t worry. I’ll pay before they have to get nasty.”
That didn’t really reassure me, but I took my cue and left.
I asked Seamus to take me to a grocer that had Irish staples and then returned home.
I wanted to get started with the stew. It tasted better the next day, and I wanted to pay Mrs. Byrne a visit tomorrow.
I was on pins and needles to make progress.
“Lorcan will be home soon.”
I nodded as I chopped carrots, parsnips, and potatoes. “You can leave. I’m busy cooking.”
Seamus hesitated but then a message popped up on his phone and his expression told me it was Maeve. “All right. I’ll let Lorcan know you’re alone.”
I rolled my eyes then tossed big chunks of lamb neck into the hot oil to sear it on all sides.
I’d bought a big pot because I’d assumed Lorcan’s kitchen wasn’t equipped with appropriate cookware, and I’d been right.
I doubted Lorcan had ever used his kitchen except to warm Flahavan’s microwavable quick oats that I found in his cupboard.
I’d just put the soda bread into the oven when the door to the apartment swung open and Lorcan stepped in, dressed in cargo pants, a wife beater and his chunky boots.
The bulge in his pockets told me he was heavily armed.
He stopped in the doorway, dark eyebrows climbing his forehead as he regarded me.
“What a sight. My wife is cooking her hard-working husband a warm meal.”
He closed the door and crossed the living area toward the kitchen. He came up right behind me, his hips pressing against my butt, and watched over my shoulder as I stirred the stew.
“Smells delicious.”
“It still needs to cook another hour for the meat to be tender, and the bread’s not done either.”
I’d made enough food so Lorcan could have his fill too. I didn’t want him to grow suspicious. And maybe a full belly would make him more approachable.
“Do I get a welcome home kiss?” Lorcan murmured beside my ear.
His low voice and the subtle scent of gunpowder and manly sweat spoke to the visceral part of me I hadn’t known existed before Lorcan.
I pushed onto my tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips then leaned back against the counter.
My eyes were drawn to the way his wifebeater hugged his muscled chest, and how the worn leather belt accentuated his narrow hips.
Lorcan’s body called to me. He ran a finger down my throat to my neckline until he reached the first button of my loose blouse.
He popped it open then another and pushed the fabric down my left shoulder, revealing my white bralette.
The outline of my nipples was visible through the thin cotton and he cupped a nipple between his forefinger and thumb and began to tug.
“Is the stew for me?”
“Of course, it is.”
“Seamus told me you met Mairead today and it so happens that she loves her stew with lamb neck.”
“You’re right. I cooked a huge portion so I could bring some food to an old Irish lady. I thought this would be a good way to get the community’s approval.”
Lorcan chuckled and squeezed my nipple a bit harder, making me suck in a quick breath. My core clenched. I was already soaked, as if muscle memory worked down there too.
“Good girl.”
I breathed slowly in an attempt to control my body’s reaction.
But when I glanced down at Lorcan’s body and saw the huge bulge in his pants, my need became a torrent.
The part of me that Lorcan had awakened, that wild, lusty thing, wanted to get down on her knees, free his erection, and take him deep into my mouth.
Maybe this time I’d control Lorcan with my hands and tongue and would make him a slave to his needs.
One corner of Lorcan’s mouth tipped up. He didn’t stop teasing my nipple as he used his left hand to open his pants. It took him a bit to pull out his thick shaft. It bounced between us, and my core tightened with a need I despised. I still hadn’t gotten over my initial shock at how big he was.
“Come on,” Lorcan urged in a low, soft voice.
I knew what he wanted. I knew what I wanted.
“Do I need to give you orders again?” Lorcan rumbled.
Despite the excited jolt my insides did at the prospect of becoming Lorcan’s lusty puppet, I knew I was on the edge of a precipice that would set the tone of our marriage.
While I liked Lorcan to be in control, he needed to know that I could be his equal, that I was someone he could rely on.
I wanted him to believe the latter, even if it wasn’t true.
I gripped the base of his shaft in one hand and tugged at his wifebeater with the other. “I need you naked.”
One dark eyebrow rose in question but the eager glint in his eyes told me I was on the right path. This was a quid pro quo.
Lorcan grasped the neck of his wifebeater and tore it open, until the fabric shreds fluttered down to the floor.
I let out a stunned laugh. “I thought you didn’t like wasting money. Ripping apart your clothes is the epitome of wastefulness.”
“I need you to put my cock in your cheeky mouth.”
I put my palms against his broad chest, and sank my teeth into my lower lip. He was hot and felt so strong. This man could have been designed based on my darkest fantasies, minus his murderous tendencies.
Raking my fingers down his chest, sixpack and even pubic bone, I enjoyed his hiss when I grazed his cock with my nails.
I sank down on my knees, curled my hand around his base, and sucked Lorcan’s cock into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw as he’d instructed and managed to take a little more than half of him into my mouth.
“Quick learner and eager student, both qualities I appreciate.”
Lorcan held my hair as I established a slow, sloppy rhythm.
Soon, my body was brimming with need, but I didn’t stop.
I wanted to show Lorcan that I could control my body and his.
Of course, he wouldn’t have it. He gripped my throat and slowly pulled his erection out of my mouth. “It’s time to stop.”
He released my throat and gripped my waist, lifting me off the ground and onto the counter. With a careless swipe, the knives, a spoon and a cutting board crashed to the ground.
The egg timer screeched and Lorcan tossed it against the wall, silencing it.
“The bread,” I said, a little breathless as Lorcan stepped between my legs. He turned off the oven without a glance, his eyes only on me.
His fat tip parted my pussy lips, and he relentlessly teased my clit. I gasped, my body quivering with need but also trepidation over having to adapt to his size again. “Lift your pretty ass a little,” he ordered.
I did. Lorcan stroked along my folds to increase my arousal before pushing between my folds.
His tip nudged my entrance. The pressure mounted and I tensed even more.
The sight of how big his cock looked against my pussy only increased my anxiety.
Most of my pleasure evaporated remembering the pain from before.
Lorcan stroked my throat. “Relax for me.”
I wanted to, but my body fought his size. “You’re too big.”
His fingers flexed against my throat. “Your body already took me in once. You’ll do it again. You’ll take every inch of me, sweet Aislinn, and you’ll enjoy it. Soon, you’ll appreciate every inch of me. A small dick is only useful the first time. After that, it’s a waste of your time.”
I snorted, my brows crinkling in amusement over his astute comment.
His hold on my throat tightened slightly, and he leaned forward, his lips taking mine in a slow kiss.
One arm snaked around me, palm against my butt, holding me fast as he shifted his hips and forced the first inch of his cock into me.
I exhaled sharply, but he only deepened our kiss.
His hand left my throat and cupped my breast, pinching, squeezing, stroking, twirling until the intense pressure between my thighs turned to a throbbing.
Lorcan began to slide in and out of my pussy, but not going any deeper.
His hand fell from my breast and gathered up my arousal on his fingers.
He began to rub my clit. Soon the sensation of his shallow thrusts and the circles of his thumb on my clit brought me closer to release.
My eyelids fluttered as I panted. Lorcan pushed me back until I lay on the counter.
He bowed down, his lips snatching up my nipple.
He didn’t stop teasing my clit until I was on the brink of release.
Then, despite my huff of protest, he stopped and slid another inch into me.
My lips parted, my body quivering with pain and pleasure.
Lorcan rubbed my clit again until I was ready to fall again.
His lips brushed my ear. “Prepare yourself,” he warned, pinching my clit.
My body began to shake, toppling over, and Lorcan thrust into me all the way. I cried out.