Chapter 52 Liam
Chapter Fifty-Two
LIAM
Dare snores on one of the beds while Isla plops down on the other, exhausted.
“I need sleep, but I can’t imagine I can after all of that,” she mutters, and I lie down on the bed with her, drawing her into my arms. I kiss her on top of the head.
“Sleep, mo chroí,” I murmur close to her ear, and she shivers.
A thrill rushes through me.
“Liam, did you just—”
Cillian chuckles, then groans. “Don’t mention it, or he might not do it again.”
“I’ll call you whatever you want, Isla. You don’t like it?”
Isla blinks at me. “I love it. I'm just surprised.”
I chuckle. “I'm full of surprises. Now rest.”
She finally closes her eyes and is out in seconds.
“Where are we going?” Cillian asks quietly, as to not wake her.
“Europe. If Cormac made it, he’ll look all over the country for us. But he has no sway there.”
“Aye,” he responds, but there's something on his face I can't quite put my finger on.
“What's wrong, Cill?”
He sighs heavily. “I’m worried about your da. You’re right, we were no more than tools for him to have more power, he always used us. But I can’t help it.”
I slowly extricate myself from Isla and sit next to him on the bed.
He winces, and guilt floods me for hurting this man who has always had my back.
“You're still my brother, Cillian. Always will be. None of this changes that. And Da will be all right. Maria will take care of him. I’ll keep wiring her money, and everything will be fine.”
“And when he dies? What then?”
I sigh. “I'm not sure. Maybe by then, Cormac’s clan will have dissipated. Without him as the leader, I don’t think they’ll last.”
“Do you think Dare killed him?”
I nod. “I do. Cormac’s an old man, and all his top men were killed. I don’t think the paramedics could have gotten to him in time.”
Cillian glances over at Dare, who is sleeping peacefully.
“It was his first kill.”
“We’ll get him through it,” I promise, and I draw Cillian into a loose hug, probably the first one I’ve initiated since we were kids, and I wish I could make it tighter, but I don’t want to hurt him more than he is already.
He hugs me back tightly as Isla sits up, yawning.
“I love seeing my boys get along,” she drawls, and we break apart, laughing.
Cill groans. “Damn it. Stop making me laugh.”
We all laugh to that, him hugging himself to help with the pain.
Dare doesn’t rouse until the pizza comes, and he’s ravenous, eating four slices.
Isla eats two herself, and I’m grateful. I don’t know how she was treated at Cormac’s. I can’t even imagine it without rage filling my soul.
But everyone who hurt her is dead, God willing.
I’m not even jealous when Dare makes her laugh, or when she leans against Cillian, looping her arm through his. I’m happy watching them, my family.
Everything’s as it should be.
Isla looks between all three of us, a wicked gleam in her hazel eyes. “So, what happens when you guys get jealous and fight over me?”
I growl, “We take it out on your body.”
Isla shivers.
Dare lifts an eyebrow. “Was that a good shiver or a bad shiver?”
“Good. So good.”
“Aye?” Cillian raises an eyebrow. "I might be feeling a little jealous right now."
Isla giggles, but I shake my head.
“You need some bed rest, as does Dare, and we have an early flight tomorrow.”
“Party pooper,” Dare teases, but there’s no edge to it.
He’s happy as a clam, and I think he would be even without the drugs.
Even Cillian is smiling, smiling like I’ve rarely seen him.
Cillian and Isla lounge on one of the beds while Dare is on the other and I sit on the couch.
Isla puts her head on Cill’s chest.
“I guess we’re bunking together,” I say dryly to Dare, and he chuckles, nonplussed.
“Sorry,” Isla pouts. “He’s hurt too, so it’s his turn to get cuddles.”
Cill gives us a smug grin, and I kind of want to punch him.
Guess I’ll have to take that out on Isla later, when we’re finally in Europe. Cillian and I decided on Italy since I speak a bit of Italian, and I think Isla will love it. Dare will go anywhere for Isla, I know that, and it’ll be a nice surprise for them both.
Cill kisses Isla passionately, and the jealousy that stabs through me is lessened, especially when she pushes him away gently.
“You’re not well enough, and you’re high as a kite.” She giggles. “No sex until you’re better.”
My brother in all but blood pouts. “Does oral count? You could sit on my face.”
Dare’s eyes widen at Cill’s bluntness, but I just laugh.
Isla looks over at me and Dare. “Can I?”
Her voice is low and obedient, and it makes my dick twitch in my slacks.
We’ve all showered separately, and we’re all exhausted, but whatever Isla wants, Isla gets.
I glance at Dare and he nods, eyes darkened with desire.
Isla stands up, stripping her clothes–some we’d picked up from the department store on the way in.
When she’s bare, my breath catches in my throat.
She’s so gorgeous, with her ample ass and long legs, her pert breasts, the well of her belly, soon to be swollen with our child.
“Fuck,” Dare mutters, and I nod, watching intently.
My dick stands at attention, but I ignore it, just watching Isla as she hovers over Cill’s face.
“I’m scared you’ll suffocate, handsome.” She bites her lip.
Cillian laughs, the sound echoing in the hotel room. “Mo chuisle, that’s the way I want to go."
Isla giggles and then Cill grabs her around the hips and forces her down, groaning against her sex.
She moans, her nipples peaking in the cold room.
I wish I could twist them, but right now, I just want to watch. I’m so hard I could cut diamond, but I’m not worried about that.
I want to watch our girl come.
“Ride his face,” Dare orders, and I blink. He’s usually quiet when he watches, but I guess we’re all getting more comfortable with each other.
Isla rocks her hips, whimpering as Cill eats her out.
“Twist your nipples.” The order comes from me, and Isla gasps as she obeys, her nipples darkening and swelling.
She rolls her hips, and Cill groans, the sound muffled as he takes hold of her hips again and rocks her on his face.
He breathes through his nose, gasping in air as he keeps up the pace.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Tell him you’re his.” Dare barks, and Isla’s hazel eyes widen.
“I’m yours. All of yours.”
I lick my lips, wishing I was in Cill’s place, wishing I could taste her on my tongue.
“Come for us, a ghrá,” Dare mutters, his voice low and almost dark, and it sends Isla over the edge.
She cries out and slumps off of Cill’s face onto the bed.
Cill gasps in air like he’s been drowning, but he’s grinning ear to ear, his face covered in her.
He pants, looking over at her.
“What are you two doing sitting around holding your dicks? Take care of her so I don’t bust a stitch.”
I rush to her, picking her up. I know Cill’s the king of aftercare, and I haven’t spent as much time taking care of her, so I want to do this, even if Dare was in any condition to help.
I scoop her up, bridal-style, taking her to the bathroom and depositing her on the closed toilet seat.
She watches with wide eyes as I fill the bath, putting her in it. She groans. “My muscles have been so sore.”
I kiss her cheek. “Do you want me in here or do you want to be alone?”
She bites her lip. “Are you going to be mad if I want to be alone?”
I smile, shaking my head. “Of course not, mo chroí.”
I stand up and walk back into the room, closing the door.
Cill’s sitting up now, and he smiles at me.
“Look at you, doing aftercare.”
“You're head over heels, aren’t you?” Dare pipes up.
“Shut up, both of you.” But somehow, I can’t stop smiling.