18. Cormac
Chapter Eighteen
CORMAC
It takes me a second to realize that the bed beside me feels warmer than usual.
My eyelids feel heavy as I force them open.
When I glance over, I notice Fiona lying curled up near the edge, the comforter twisted around her naked body.
It’s the first time she’s stayed in the same bed with me since… well, since everything.
My chest tightens at the sight.
She looks so peaceful and unburdened that I can’t help but take a moment to admire her.
Her hair fans across the pillow, still damp from our late-night excursions in the hot tub.
She shifts slightly, stretching her arms over her head, causing the comforter to fall and expose her breasts.
I swallow a groan before shifting over to her and clamping my mouth around one of the stiff buds.
She arches against me, letting out a sleepy moan as I suck on her nipple.
My hand finds her waist, and I squeeze, my own hips jerking as my cock brushes against her thigh.
“Morning,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the swell of her breast. “Did you sleep okay?”
I glance up at her as I take her nipple in my mouth and watch a lazy smile tug at her lips.
“Mmm…” Fiona reaches out to brush my hair from my face.
I shift my body until I’m hovering over her, and she eagerly wraps her thighs around my waist.
My mouth finds her neck, knowing that’s her weak spot that will have her ready for me in seconds.
Right on cue, Fiona angles her hips, and the tip of my cock brushes against her pussy, and I have to bury my face in the curve of my neck to stifle my groan.
“Christ,” I hiss, which has Fiona digging her heels into my ass, but I don’t give in. Not just because I love torturing her but because there’s one thing I want to do first.
“Are you forgetting something?” she pouts when I pull away.
“I don’t know, am I?” I tease, bending down to nip at her breast.
She gasps, and I smile as I move lower, pressing kisses to the curve of her waist, then her hip, and then to her inner thigh.
She squirms beneath me. “Never mind, you can carry on.”
“I wasn’t waiting for permission.” I grab her by the ass and flip us over so that she’s straddling my face.
“Cormac!” she cries, but it soon turns to moans as I pull her down onto my mouth and sink my tongue inside her pussy.
I forgot how fucking sweet she tasted, and she’s so wet that my chin is already covered in her arousal.
I can’t get enough.
I sink my fingers into her ass and hold her against my mouth, devouring her like I’m starving.
My cock is throbbing, and beads of precum drip onto my abdomen, but it will have to wait. There’s no way I’m letting go of Fiona’s ass.
“It’s too much,” she moans as she grinds against my mouth.
I smile against her pussy before running my tongue along her slit. “I can tell. You’re fucking soaking me, baby.”
“Oh, god, I’m sor—”
I growl as I bring my palm down on her ass cheek. “Don’t you dare apologize. I want to be covered in you, do you hear me?”
I glance up to see Fiona looking down at me.
Her cheeks and neck are flushed, and her nipples are so hard they’re practically begging for me to suck on them. But right now, I want to give her pussy all the attention it deserves.
I don’t look away as I bring her down on my tongue, groaning as my cock twitches.
If I was a selfish bastard, I would flip her around so she could take care of me at the same time, but I’ll have to save that for another day.
Besides, I’ll have her coming all over my tongue in a matter of seconds because I know my girl too well.
I drag my tongue along her core until I reach her clit.
She’s so swollen, and as I swirl my tongue around it, more of Fiona’s arousal drips onto my chin.
She’s so close, and I’m too impatient to drag this out much longer, so I wrap my lips around her clit and start sucking.
“Oh, fuck!”
Fiona tenses beneath my touch, and then she’s coming.
She grips my head with her thighs as her entire body trembles with the force of her orgasm.
I groan, my own hips bucking as my balls tighten.
“Keep going,” she gasps.
I’m more than happy to obey.
I lick and suck at her pussy, lapping up every drop of cum she gives me as she rides my face.
When I can tell she’s becoming too sensitive, I pull her off me and flip us back over so that she can lie against the pillows, her breasts heaving as she catches her breath.
“So beautiful,” I murmur as I dip my head to kiss her.
She moans as I slide my tongue against hers, letting her taste herself, as I settle myself between her thighs and slowly slide my cock inside her.
“Fuck,” I groan at how wet she is. “Your pussy is heaven, baby. I can’t get enough.”
“It’s all yours,” she moans as I start pumping my hips.
“Damn right.”
Fiona’s eyes flutter closed, and she loses herself to the pleasure. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, and her skin starts to become slick with sweat.
I try to hold back, but Fiona is gripping me so tightly that my balls feel ready to explode, and I know we’re both seconds away from coming.
Fiona arches off the bed, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to pierce it, as she climaxes, and I pump my hips faster until my own control snaps.
“Oh, shit, I’m coming,” I grunt as my hips jerk.
“Daddy! I’m hungry!” Scout calls from down the hall.
Fiona bursts out laughing, and I rest my forehead against hers, swallowing a curse.
“That’s one way to kill the mood,” I mutter.
She laughs. “At least we got to finish.”
“DADDY!”
“Do you think Scout’s awake?” she teases, and I nip at her jaw. “Hey!”
“Maybe your screaming woke him up.”
“I was not screaming,” she says, horrified.
“It’s actually impossible to make you come without making you scream,” I say, which earns me a playful slap on the arm.
“Daddy!”
Fiona fights a smile. “Maybe we should test that theory, daddy.”
My cock is still buried inside her, but I can already feel it starting to thicken at the challenge in Fiona’s eyes.
This side of her, the one that pushes buttons I didn’t know I had, is addictive.
“You’re walking a very thin line,” I warn as I move my hips, letting her feel what she’s doing to me.
“DAD!”
“Fuck,” I groan.
I know this is supposed to be a family getaway, but right now, I would give anything to stay right here with Fiona and continue our sex marathon.
However, I force myself to roll off her and get dressed, though I keep my attention firmly on her, wanting to soak up as much of this moment as possible.
Fiona sits up, her blonde hair falling around her bare shoulders, and pulls the sheets around her.
This is the part I’ve craved the most. Not the hot sex in my office at Sullivan Investments or the tight skirts she would wear to entice me. It’s this. Seeing her look so raw and vulnerable, with her lips still swollen from my kisses and her skin flushed from my touch.
“You’re staring,” she says softly, a teasing edge to her voice.
“Just…noticing,” I mutter, my voice gruff. “It’s been a while.”
She smiles faintly, her cheeks burning even more, and I want nothing more than to close the distance between us entirely.
“DADDYYYYY!”
“Coffee?” she suggests.
“I think we’re going to need it.” I sigh, and Fiona laughs.
Once we finish our breakfast, Fiona helps Scout gather his swim trunks and towel, and we make our way to the indoor pool where the scent of chlorine and warm steam greets us.
The pool is enormous, with high wooden beams covering the ceiling, a roaring fire in the corner, and floor-to-ceiling windows that give us a perfect view of the frozen lake outside.
For a brief moment, I allow myself to exhale.
Though Scout quickly shatters it as he launches himself into the pool with a squeal, sending a cascade of water over the edge.
Fiona hovers by the pool steps. “Are you coming?”
“I just need to check in with my brothers.”
She hesitates for a second, as if she’s deciding to ask me something. But then she decides otherwise and takes the steps into the pool to join Scout.
I sit myself down on the edge and let my feet dangle in the water so I can half keep an eye on Scout as I check through my messages. But considering there aren't many, I mostly just watch Scout and Fiona play.
A few days ago, I would have considered myself insane for thinking we could ever be this normal again, and yet here we are, acting so domestically it’s almost laughable.
Maybe I should send Lorcan a gift basket for inadvertently giving us this time together. Not that I would ever actually do it, but the thought lingers as a faint, bitter joke in my mind.
Scout yells something about racing Fiona across the pool, and I watch her happily join in with every game he suggests without complaint.
She’s good with him, better than I am at times, and I catch myself feeling grateful, even though my own wounds like to constantly remind me that her betrayal isn’t so easily forgotten, no matter how badly I wish it was.
While they’re both occupied, I quickly open up my contacts on my phone and give Brennan a call.
While I know he would have been in touch if anything was out of the ordinary, I want to check in just in case.
“Hey!” Brennan answers, sounding his usual cheerful self. “How’s the family vacation going?”
“Scout hasn’t run out of energy yet.”
Brennan laughs. “You’ve still got time.”
“How’s everything?”
“I already told you, I’ve got nothing to report.”
I glance at Scout, watching as he dive-bombs into the pool, and Fiona shrieks as she’s sprayed with water. “I know. I just wanted to check.”
“Check what? That I wasn’t bullshitting you?”
“Pretty much.”
Brennan scoffs. “Don’t be a dumb fuck.”
I huff a laugh.
“If shit was hitting the fan, you would know about it. Trust me when I say there’ve been no signs of Lorcan around the estate or Sullivan Investments. Our men are still keeping an eye out, but so far, it’s quiet.”
I exhale slowly, trying not to let the tension seep back into my shoulders. “It could be a test. Or maybe Lorcan’s made his move already, and he’s planning on us not noticing until it’s too late.”
“Or maybe he’s just messing with you. Fiona’s been handling it, right, like she said she would?”
I glance over at Fiona.
She’s crouched at the edge of the pool, her hair damp and clinging to her face as she encourages Scout to dive into the water.
Scout is laughing like a little maniac, completely oblivious to the reality of what faces us when we leave.
I can’t help the way my chest tightens, both with pride at how well Fiona is keeping it together for Scout, and the lingering fear that she could still betray me.
“Yeah. She’s been handling it.”
“Then it won’t be long until we smoke him out.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Try to enjoy your vacation, because it’s probably the last one you’re ever going to get.”
I look over at the sliding glass doors leading out to the terrace and the lake beyond, my mind half on Lorcan, half on Scout and Fiona.
My brothers assured me that every blind spot was being watched, but I still can’t shake the instinct to scan for threats, to imagine what could happen if the wrong person slipped past our perimeter.
“Keep me updated if anything changes?”
“Sure thing,” Brennan says before hanging up.
“Dad, come and play!” Scout calls from the other side of the pool.
I set my phone down and get to my feet.
“Okay, but you better watch out, because I'm the king of dive-bombs,” I warn before taking a run up and launching myself into the pool, grinning as both Scout and Fiona yell in outrage as I soak them.
Only when my skin is heavily wrinkled from spending hours in the water do I finally pull myself out of the pool and glance at the time on my phone.
“It’s time to head back to the room to pack,” I announce.
“What? No! Why can’t we stay longer?” Scout protests as he wades over to the edge of the pool closest to me.
I crouch down beside him, brushing his wet hair back from his forehead.
“We’ll come back, Scout. I promise. And next time, it will be even better.”
He narrows his eyes, as if he doesn’t quite believe me. “Will Fiona come too?”
I glance over at Fiona, and she offers me a shy smile.
“Of course, she will,” I say without missing a beat.
Scout beams, but my chest tightens as I watch Fiona.
The smile she gives me is full of hope, and I want to believe it’s real, to trust that she’s truly on our side. Yet, the memory of betrayal lingers in the back of my mind, like a warning I can’t ignore.
I stand and grab a towel off my chair and quickly dry off.
Scout reluctantly climbs out of the pool, and Fiona wraps a towel around his shoulders before he has a chance to get cold. When she goes to reach for her own towel, I snatch it up and wrap it tightly around her, pulling her close so I can rub my hands up and down her arms to warm her up.
“Thank you,” she whispers, looking up at me through her damp lashes.
I know she’s not just referring to the towel.
I gently brush my knuckles against her cheek and dip my head to press a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth, wanting to cement this perfect moment of peace, one I’m not sure I deserve.
Which is exactly why losing her would destroy me.