Chapter 26 #2
My heart melts, and all the jealousy and anger that’ve been simmering inside of me subside. It doesn’t disappear, still there under the surface, but I can breathe easier.
“Aye?”
“Aye.”
Then she takes me into her mouth, sucking on the head before taking me deeper.
I brace my hands behind me on the sink and hiss at the sting of my bruised and bloodied knuckles.
She bobs her head, swirling her tongue around me, and her mouth is so hot and wet I’m gasping before she’s even gotten started.
“Isla. A ghrá.”
She doesn’t stop, and I reach for the back of her head, threading my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck and tugging lightly.
She moans around me, the sound muffled, and arousal rushes through me, replacing any leftover anger.
“You’re mine, you hear me? You were since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
She moans again, and my breath catches in my throat as my balls draw up.
Isla keeps up the pace, and I can’t seem to stop talking.
“I bet you’re so wet right now. Bet I’d slide right in.”
She can’t take all of me, gagging slightly as she uses her hand to pump my length as she continues.
Tears run from her eyes, and it just makes me hotter, makes me tighten my fingers in her hair, thrusting into her mouth shallowly so that she gags even more.
“Close, a ghrá,” I groan, but it’s too late, I’m already coming, and she gags again, unable to swallow all of it and getting it all over her mouth and chin.
She looks up at me with tearful, hazel eyes, but they’re bright and shining. She loves this as much as I do.
God, I love her. So much it physically hurts.
But I can’t tell her when her face is covered in me, so I pull up my sweats and turn to grab a cloth from a drawer, wetting it at the sink behind me and gently wiping her face off, thumbing her bottom lip after I’m done.
Isla smiles widely and stands up, but it quickly turns into a frown as she grabs my right hand.
“Dare.” Her tone is almost scolding, and I feel ashamed for punching the doorjamb like a moody teenager.
“It’s nothing.”
“You’re bleeding. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” She heads into the other room, and when she returns, she’s holding a small first aid kit.
She takes my hand, and I know I’m looking at her like she’s the sun, but I can’t help it.
“Isla.”
She doesn’t respond, just wrapping my knuckles with gauze.
“A ghrá, I need to tell you something.”
My heart races.
I’m risking death by telling her that I’m in love with her because Liam isn’t going to like it one bit, but I can’t keep it in anymore.
Her eyes shoot to mine as she finishes bandaging my knuckles. “Don’t.”
I frown, my brow furrowing. “But—”
She shuts me up with a kiss, pressing her lips quickly against mine. “Not today, okay? I just want to be with you tonight.”
I grin slowly. “You do?”
Isla grins back. “Of course, I do.”
But her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
I was so angry before that I didn’t notice it, but she’s acting different. There’s an expression on her face that I can’t quite read.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says, quickly. Too quickly.
I put my hands on her shoulders, bringing her closer to me. “Don’t lie to me, Isla. I can tell something’s bothering you. Are you upset with me because I’m jealous?”
She shakes her head. “No, baby.”
Baby.
I love it. The pet name makes my heart ache.
“Then what’s going on? You can tell me anything, a ghrá.”
She gives me a small half-smile that seems more sad than happy and takes my hand.
Confused, I follow her, and she leads me to the bedroom. I watch as she slowly takes off her clothes and gets into bed.
“Isla?”
“Come, lie with me.”
“Didn’t you just wake up?”
She sighs. “Yeah, but I just want to be with you, Dare, come on. I need this. So, quit running your mouth and come snuggle with me, okay?”
I shuck off my own clothes and get under the covers hurriedly.
She chuckles softly.
“If Cillian gets cuddles, so do I.” My voice sounds petulant, but I don’t care.
I put my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me.
Her pert ass fits perfectly against my hips, and my dick stirs, but I ignore it.
“Tell me something.”
I blink. “Like what?”
“Anything. Something true.”
I love you.
But suddenly, it doesn’t seem like the right time. She’s clearly upset about something.
“I always knew you weren’t Maggie Sullivan.”
“Did you?”
“Aye. Never doubted you for a moment, a ghrá.”
She snorts. “You’re the only one. I think Liam and Cillian were thinking of killing me. Who knows, maybe they still are.”
I laugh. “I don’t think so. Cill thinks you hung the moon, and Liam… well…” I don’t want to tell her that Liam clearly has feelings for her. If she knows that, she might choose him. At least, that’s my worry.
“He’s Liam.” She shrugs, and it’s probably the truest thing anyone has ever said about the man.
“Aye, that he is.” I wish I could see her face, but she’s turned away from me, her hair a curly curtain over her features. “Now you.”
“Mm?”
She’s sleepy still, which worries me. She’s been so ill and pale lately, ever since I took her to the pharmacy. If she doesn’t get better by tomorrow, I’m taking her to a doctor, whether she likes it or not.
“Tell me something real. Something true.”
“I was always going to go home with you.”
“What do you mean?”
“At the gala.”
I grin, my heart skipping. “Aye? You mean it?”
“I mean it. I was there for… something else, but when I saw you, you became all I could think about.”
“Just thought I was that handsome, huh?”
She shifts, pushing her ass against me and turning slightly to smack my shoulder.
It just makes me grow hard, and I have to move to get my cock between her thighs, not entering her but just wanting to be close.
Isla moans. “Don’t do that. I can’t yell at you for your big ego when your dick is between my thighs.”
“It’s too big, can’t get close enough unless I do.”
She snorts. “This isn’t helping my allegations about your ego.”
I laugh out loud and nip at her shoulder. “I’ve never denied having an ego.”
Her breath goes short, and she presses her thighs together, making me groan and rest my forehead on her shoulder.
“A ghrá. Stop that.”
“Stop what?” She does it again.
My cock aches, and I thrust slightly against her thighs, moaning in her ear.
“You know what. I’m just trying to be sweet and cuddle you and here you are, seducing me. Little succubus.”
A throaty chuckle comes from her. “I play chess, not checkers.”
My dick twitches again.
“Mm.” I thrust forward between her thighs again, and she huffs out a breath, reaching between us and guiding me inside her.
I gasp as her wet, hot walls engulf me. I’m surprised, though, that I slide right in. Usually, given my size, it takes a lot of foreplay.
Biting down on her shoulder, harder, I start to thrust into her.
It’s different this time. Sex with us has always been quick and fun. It’s the way sex has always been for me, for the most part.
But Isla’s different. And she’s always so slick for me.
For all of us.
The last thought makes me thrust forward out of instinct, and I’m not sure why.
Deep down, I have to wonder if it isn’t because I’m possessive.
Or maybe it’s because the sex we shared between the four of us is the best I’ve ever had.
Who knows? I don’t want to look at it too closely.
Focusing on the woman in my arms, I make love to Isla, just enjoying being so close to her.
She turns her head so I can see her profile and rolls her ass back as I bottom out.
“Fuck, a ghrá. You take me so well. You’re perfect, you know that?”
She mumbles something incoherent, and I keep thrusting slowly, letting my length pump in and out of her tight entrance.
She’s pulsing around me in moments, and she cries out my name, shaking her head back and forth as she comes again.
Hitching in a breath as my orgasm builds in my stomach, I spill inside her, letting out a long groan. I kiss along her shoulders, the back of her neck, everywhere I can reach.
Isla smiles and shifts but keeps me inside her, closing her eyes.
I won’t sleep because I’m too excited.
This is everything I’ve wanted for so long, ever since I first met her.
Despite my excitement, though, Isla’s warm and soft, and it’s morning still, but I haven’t been able to sleep, worried about Cillian going to find Maggie.
I told Isla the truth when I said that I always knew she wasn’t Maggie. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t worried that Liam would never believe that.
I should be sorry Maggie’s dead, but I’m not.
What does that say about me?
Right now, it doesn’t matter.
All that matters is Isla.
I just hope when the time comes, she chooses me, just like she was going to do that first night.