40. Chapter 40
Callahan
Interviews were so below me. I didn’t have the fecking patience for it. I had Mario to do this shit for me, but the restaurant manager had apparently left his family and run off with one of the girls from Nirvana without telling anyone and Mario insisted I sit in on the interviews since the manager of Colcannon held so much responsibility. The employees at Colcannon were good, but they were floundering without a restaurant manager. The third interview of the day was proving to be promising, but I was bored out of my mind.
My phone dinged with Rory’s text tone and I immediately snatched it up, ignoring the glance the interviewee sent me. I opened her text and nearly groaned with the instant dose of lust that gripped me. I clicked on the image to make it bigger and felt my skin heat.
She was kneeling on the bed, her ballet skirt fanned out around her thighs. The shirt thing she’d called a leotard formed to her curves, showing the small swells of her breasts, the tiny nipples puckered underneath. And further down, the clingy material hugged the small bump where our baby lay.
I couldn’t rip my eyes from the image until another one came through. I clicked over to the new one and nearly swallowed my tongue. I jumped to my feet and snatched up the notebook I’d been using during the interviews.
“Mario, you can finish this,” I said as I practically ran out of the room, eyes still glued to the screen. I climbed into the back of my car and told Seamus to get me home immediately.
My eyes stroked over the picture. She’d pulled the leotard off, rolling it down so that it rested right below that tiny swell, baring her breasts and pale nipples to the camera. Her hand cupped the place where our baby was curled up and kept safe inside her womb.
I pressed a heel to my cock as it tried to break through the zipper of my pants. I resisted the urge to rub, even though my body was demanding friction.
Seamus made it to the house in record time and I was out of the car before it stopped moving, racing through the house. My feet pounded up the stairs, my dress shoes clapping against the old hardwood floors.
When I pushed the bedroom door open, she was still there, kneeling on the bed. I didn’t stop moving forward, pushing the door closed behind me and yanking my tie off as I met her on the bed, mouth clashing with hers in desperation.
I didn’t give her time to adjust, I didn’t stop to remove our clothes, I just crushed my mouth to hers, our noses smashed together as I unbuttoned my shirt and pants. I slipped my cock out as I pushed her down with my body. Once she was on her back, I tore the crotch of her leotard and stroked her slick skin. She moaned into my mouth as I thrust two fingers into her tight heat. As soon as I was certain I could take her without hurting her, I removed my fingers and lined my cock up with her entrance.
I bent my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it hard and kneading it with my teeth. She cried out, her back arching and thrusting her breast further into my mouth.
At the same time, I drove my cock into her and groaned against her skin.
My body on fire with lust, I didn’t stop after I pushed into her. I didn’t give her the time to adjust I usually allowed. I pulled out and slammed back into her. I bit into her breast as I fucked her hard.
I pushed up onto my knees, gripping her hips and lifting them so that I could pull her down into my thrusts. Her face scrunched up, her eyes clenched hard as her fingers raked across the bed sheets, fisting them tightly. My teeth ground together as I moved her body with mine, demanding her pleasure.
Sweat dripped down my temples, rolling down my back and making my shirt stick to my skin. Her cries grew in volume as her walls clenched and released me, signaling her impending orgasm. My thighs burned with the force of my thrusts, her small tits bouncing slightly as my hips slapped against hers.
She cried out through gritted teeth as her orgasm broke. The hot velvet clenching and releasing my cock made my balls tingle and I stopped moving, holding her hips tight to mine as she rode it out.
As soon as her back relaxed against the bed, I pulled out and rolled her over, careful not to let her stomach hit the bed as I lifted her onto her knees. I flipped her skirt over her ass and then fisted the fabric tight in both hands as I shoved back into her from behind. The globes of her ass bounced as my hips made contact, the ripples of smooth skin making my lust burn hotter.
She dropped her shoulders to the bed, arching her torso in a way that let me in even deeper. The head of my cock rubbed against her walls with each thrust and I groaned loudly as I pounded into her.
I used my grip on her skirt to pull her back each time I thrust forward. The room filled with the sounds of our fucking, moans, groans and curses coming at a steady stream.
Rory buried her head in a pillow and pushed her hips against mine, our hips meeting harshly, almost painfully. She tossed her head, throwing her hair over one shoulder as she looked back at me, her brows furrowed and her face clearly displaying her pleasure.
I looked down to where we were connected and felt the tingle in my balls spread to the base of my spine. Watching as her walls gripped me when I pulled out and then gave as I pushed back in, my breathing sped up. I moved my hand from her hip, letting my fingers drag over the curve of her ass. My thumb brushed against her ass, the puckered hole twitching as she moaned again. I spit down on it, smearing it around with my thumb and pushing against it, not penetrating, just letting her feel the pressure. She tensed for a brief moment before moaning again and pushing back against my thumb.
The moment my thumb broke the barrier, she screamed, her body twitching as she came again. This time, her pleasure was enough to drag mine to the surface. I buried myself as deep as I could and grunted as my orgasm crashed over me, splintering my world until nothing but Aurora Byrne remained. Sparks shot across my vision, my lungs seizing as euphoria assaulted me.
Her body collapsed to the mattress just as I grunted out the end of my orgasm. I followed her down, rolling so that she was nestled against my front. She pushed her hips into mine, silently demanding I stayed buried inside her. Her muscles squeezed my cock and I gripped her hip, grinding against her at the over-sensitized pleasure that zinged up my spine.
I panted against her back, ruffling the hair at the base of her neck. “Yeah,” I said, followed by a heaving breath. “I really like the fluffy skirts.”
She giggled and her inner muscles clenched with each roll of laughter. I groaned and pushed my hips into hers again. She sighed and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight to me while pressing kisses along her exposed shoulder.
My hand stroked along her belly lovingly. “I didn’t hurt the baby, did I?” Anxiety crashed through my chest as I thought about how rough I’d been with her.
“No, mo phrionsa,” she sighed. “I promise, he or she is safe in there. Sex can’t hurt the baby.” She laid her hand over mine and stroked my fingers.
We laid in silence for a while. I dreaded leaving her again, but I really needed to go back to the office and finish the arrangements for the next Fight Night. Eventually, she yawned and I pressed another kiss to her skin.
“Are you happy, mo solas beag?” I asked, my mouth still pressed against the curve of her shoulder.
She sighed. It was a happy sound and that sent warmth fluttering through my stomach. “I am, Cal.” Her fingers resumed stroking mine, tickling the fine hairs on my hand and up onto my wrist before going back down to the tips of my fingers. “When you first took me from Elio, it wasn’t the idea of being with you that scared me. I was afraid that after the wedding you would change. I worried for a little bit that you were putting on a show to get me to let my guard down.”
She rolled in my arms, causing my soft cock to finally slip out of her. I closed my eyes and groaned, hating being parted from her. But then she curled her body as close to mine as she could and laid her hand on my chest, right over my pounding heart.
“You’re an amazing man, Cal. You are kind and loyal. You respect those that earn it and defend those that need it. You love me fiercely and I know that I have never been safer than when I’m with you.” Her fingers played in my chest hair as her eyes drifted over my features. I felt it like a physical caress and my heart thumped harder against her hand at the love reflected in her eyes. “I love you, Cal,” she whispered, just before she pressed her lips to mine softly.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and held her mouth to mine, putting every ounce of love I felt for her into the kiss. When my dick started to harden, I pulled away and rubbed the tip of my nose against hers.
“I have to go back to work, my love,” I sighed. “I don’t want to leave you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers and closing my eyes.
“It’s just for a few hours, mo phrionsa.” She pressed her forehead back against mine, rubbing her face against mine affectionately. “I thought maybe you could take me to dinner this evening?” She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “You know, it doesn’t do you much good to have arm candy if you never show it off.”
I growled and rolled over her, covering her small body with my own. “Arm candy, huh?” I murmured, burying my face in her neck and breathing in her scent.
She hummed thoughtfully, turning her head to give me more access to her delicious throat. “Well, what would you call it when you marry a younger, beautiful, mafia princess in order to fulfill a contract?”
I growled against her again, relishing the goosebumps that spread across her skin before I pushed up, supporting myself on my arms as I looked down at her. The vibe of our conversation changed from joking to serious and the smile on her face shrank but didn’t disappear. I cupped her cheek, watching as my big, tattooed hand swallowed the entire side of her pale, blushing cheek.
“Fate, mo solas. I’d call it fate.”
Her eyes immediately swam with tears, but the smile that spread across her face was breathtaking. I pressed another kiss to her mouth before pushing away and standing at the side of the bed. Rory stretched and then flopped back against the pillows, her eyes eating me up as I cleaned up with a towel from the hamper in the corner.
“Although I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you naked, you should keep your clothes on more often. That was so hot. I felt like you couldn’t get your hands on me fast enough.”
I huffed as I situated my cock in my underwear. “I couldn’t. You sent that first picture and I immediately wanted to shut down the interview so that I could get home to you ASAP. Then you sent that second picture and I ran out of there like my arse was on fire,” I laughed as I buttoned my shirt. “I couldn’t get to you quick enough and then when I saw you, still kneeling on the bed, there was no way I could wait long enough to get naked. That’s the hottest fecking picture I’ve ever seen. I might have it framed,” I said contemplatively. “Maybe put it on my desk so I can look at it all day when I’m stuck at work.”
She laughed and threw a pillow at me. “Yeah? You and everyone that steps foot in your office?”
Instant anger flooded my veins. “Feck no. I’m the only one that gets to see you like that.” I frowned down at her as she giggled.
When my clothes were presentable, I ran a hand through my tousled hair and leaned down to press a kiss to Rory’s forehead. I pushed the hair away from her face, and kissed her again, just because I couldn’t keep my mouth off her. “Get some rest, my love. I’ll be home in time for our dinner date.”
She pulled the blanket up to her chin and smiled sleepily. “I love you, Cal.”
“I love you too, Aurora Byrne.”
Her happy sigh met my ears as I made my way to the bedroom door.