Chapter Sixteen #3
And then every inch of him was inside of me, and boy was Lorcan right.
For a moment I was sure I’d pass out, but then a mix of pain and building pleasure ripped through me.
I cried out again, my eyes squeezing shut, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled to the brim.
I shook my head, not sure I could bear another second but also desperate for more.
His tip pressed to a spot inside of me that made my toes curl with pleasure.
“Sweet Aislinn, don’t gift me your orgasms so quickly. My ego doesn’t need any boosting,” Lorcan said thickly, his lips gliding gently over my throat then suckling my nipple.
He began to thrust into me. My legs hung limply from the edge of the counter as I watched Lorcan through hooded eyes. He grasped my ankles to open me up, my heels pressing into his bicep.
I narrowed my eyes, ready for a smart comment, but Lorcan thrust upwards forcefully, driving himself even deeper. I cried out, almost coming again, even as my body ached from Lorcan’s size.
Lorcan’s muscular thighs flexed with every thrust. His cock felt like it was splitting me in two, but my body screamed for more and Lorcan gave it.
He propelled his hips faster, driving his cock even deeper into me.
Then, he collapsed on top of me with a guttural moan as he released into me.
My own breathing ragged, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I closed my eyes, listening to Lorcan’s heartbeat, or maybe I was feeling it. Being so close to someone blurred the lines of our bodies. It made me feel connected to Lorcan on a profound level. I felt boneless and deeply tired. Half asleep, I stroked Lorcan’s neck.
Aislinn’s breathing slowed, shallow and soft.
Her fingers stroked my neck, raising goosebumps on my skin.
I closed my eyes, resting my forehead on the counter.
I didn’t want to get up, I didn’t want to pull out of Aislinn.
Being inside of her was like a homecoming and rebirth.
I wasn’t sure what about Aislinn made me drunk with lust and desperate for more.
I pressed a kiss to the crook between her shoulder and throat, but she didn’t react.
Her fingers loosely rested on my neck. I raised my head to find her fast asleep beneath me.
I shook my head, tracing my thumb over her cheek. She was a natural beauty. I wasn’t sure if she wore makeup, but it definitely wasn’t the kind you’d notice. She was fiery and shy, innocent and wanton. She drove me crazy.
Father was sure she’d run away the moment she got the chance. I knew she would wait until she found Imogen. I never bothered chasing a woman, but I worried Aislinn might be the one to change that.
I straightened and slowly pulled out of her.
My cock was tinged pink again. I paused, trying to decide if I had forgotten the condom on purpose.
I wasn’t sure. I wanted children. But I wanted them to grow up in a good home.
Fucking each other like horny teenagers didn’t mean we were equipped as parents.
I ran a hand through my hair. It was too soon for us, but maybe too soon was all we’d ever get. I shook my head, annoyed at my sappy thoughts. I stepped back and considered letting Aislinn sleep on the counter with her legs parted. It would make her absolutely mortified and furious once she woke.
I opted not to aggravate her and slid my arms under her legs and back, lifting her from the counter.
She curled into me as I carried her into the bedroom.
It was the first time she’d be in my bed.
I put her down in the center and regarded her.
I really loathed the idea that she’d try to run from me.
I returned to the kitchen. I wasn’t tired in the slightest. Over the years, my body has grown accustomed to a bare minimum of sleep.
I was starving, though. The stew was still bubbling lightly on the stove.
I lifted the glass lid and took a deep breath.
My eyes slid shut, and I was transported back in time to my grandmother’s kitchen.
The stew she’d prepared for me and my brothers had smelled like this.
I opened my eyes, grabbed a spoon from the drawer, and dipped it into the stew.
I brought it to my lips, prepared for disappointment.
I had yet to taste a stew as good as my grandmother’s.
The stews served in the pubs in New York were a disgrace.
I still ate them because even a bad stew reminded me of home.
The moment I tasted Aislinn’s stew, my lips pulled into a nostalgic smile. I took another spoonful, not even bothering to open my eyes. I burned my tongue, but that hardly mattered .
A noise made my eyes fly open and my hand darted to the gun in my pocket.
Aislinn raised her palms. She was dressed in one of my T-shirts.
“You should sleep,” I rumbled, annoyed that she was watching me.
“And you shouldn’t eat a good stew straight from the pot. It should be savored while sitting down with a piece of bread.”
“It’s not a good stew.”
Aislinn flushed, hurt flickering across her face. I was surprised. I’d taunted and teased her a lot since we’d first met, but she never displayed any real hurt about any of my comments.
“It’s like Ireland on a spoon. It’s fucking amazing.”
She bit her lower lip, her cheeks turning red. She came toward me, bare feet, and a growing smile on her face. “The American is shining through.”
My brows furrowed.
“Fucking amazing,” she repeated with a small laugh and lightly nudged me with her hip. “Move over and sit down. I’ll fill a bowl for you.”
I backed away and sank down on a bar stool as I watched Aislinn ladle stew into a bowl. Then she bent down and took out the bread. She sliced off a big chunk and set it and the bowl down in front of me.
I grinned.
“What?” Aislinn asked, looking suspicious.
I shrugged. “I knew this marriage was a good idea. Your cooking talent is a bonus I never took into consideration.”
The hint of a pleased smile flitted across her face before she gave me a stern look. “Well, at least one of us is reaping the benefits.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Amazing sex, the power of the Devaney clan at your disposal and the chance of actually getting information about your sister is nothing?”
“Hmm.” She sank on a bar stool beside me. “Eat before it gets cold. That would be a shame.”
“Indeed.”
I dug in, and every taste seemed to bring me a little closer to home.
“First, I savored you on the counter and now your stew. It can’t get any better than that,” I said with a dirty laugh.
“Are you trying to get me pregnant?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t give me that look. You didn’t use a condom. I’m not stupid. You’re a cautious man. You wouldn’t forget using a condom. Children are a liability in your world, and you’d think twice before creating them.”
I leaned back, my belly warm with Aislinn’s stew. Maybe she was right. I never forgot a condom, not even in my horniest teenage days. “You’re my wife. Making babies is what marriage is for, right? Ask your uncle if you don’t believe me.”
Her hands balled into fists at her side. She shook her head and released a low breath. “People usually know each other before they marry. That way they can tell if they should have kids or not. We don’t know each other. But we need to know each other before we even consider having a child!”
“Do you really want to get to know me?” I asked. Aislinn was scared of many aspects of my personality, and for good reason.
Aislinn gave me an exasperated look. “Do you really want to have children with a woman you don’t know?”
When I’d sent our soldier to visit Patrick, I hadn’t only made him question the idiotic sod about Aislinn’s sexual endeavors. I wanted to know everything.
“I know a few things that tell me you’d be a good mother.
I know you took care of your sister’s son because she didn’t want to.
You were only sixteen but you didn’t hesitate to take on the full responsibility.
You didn’t go to college because your family’s debts are too high.
Instead, you worked as a waitress and spent every penny on your family.
You still take care of little Finn, and now you’re trying to take care of your ungrateful sister. ”
Aislinn remained silent.
“You could have just been a teenager. Partied, went to college, snogged around, enjoyed yourself. Instead, you chose to become Finn’s substitute mother.
Becoming a mother for a child that isn’t even your child, at such a young age, is already hard, but Finn’s not even a normal kid with his impairments. ”
Aislinn’s face turned red, her eyes widening with rage. “He’s as normal as you and I. Don’t say that! I once kicked the asses of three teenage boys because they made fun of Finn’s spasms, and I don’t care who you are or what you’re capable of, I’ll kick your stupid ass too if you insult him.”
She swallowed hard, her chest heaving. People didn’t insult me, but I wasn’t angry at Aislinn’s outburst—it only confirmed what my research had revealed about her. “Can I get another ladle of stew?”
She swallowed again then nodded slowly. She hopped off the stool, took the bowl, and filled it with stew then set it down in front of me. She leaned against the counter.
“Sit down again. I want company,” I said gruffly, and she complied.
“I’m aware of my body,” she said simply. “I’m not ovulating in the next few days, so you can’t get me pregnant.”
“Ovulating. What a sexy word.”
Her lips pinched. “It was for nothing.”
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. It was very pleasurable, and there will be other occasions where I can get you pregnant.”
Aislinn shook her head. “Finn wasn’t wanted.
Imogen tried to want him, but ultimately, he’d been a means to an end, her ticket out of Dublin, her way to blackmail a rich guy.
Maybe he doesn’t understand it now, but one day he will.
He’ll have to live with that burden all his life.
I don’t want to have children that don’t feel wanted because we have them for the wrong reasons. ”
“And what reasons would that be?”
“You want to bind me to you. My mother prevented a marriage with her pregnancy and you’re trying to salvage ours with one.”
I laughed bitterly. “Sweet Aislinn, you are bound to me. And our marriage has just begun. If you’d just stop being so stubborn, it wouldn’t need salvaging. But I think you’re scared of liking me.”