I tracked the ships scheduled to arrive tomorrow. We sometimes split bigger shipments between different cargo ships to lower the risk of losing everything if custom’s flagged one container.
Aislinn had gotten Finn ready for bed then lay down beside him so he’d fall asleep in his new surroundings. That had been more than an hour ago, and I’d given up hope of seeing her again tonight when the door finally opened. She’d probably have preferred to share a bed with Finn instead of with me, but I imagined her curiosity about her sister lured her to me.
She yawned when she came in, already dressed in a white cotton nightgown with lace trim on the neckline and hem. She looked good enough to eat. I put my laptop on the nightstand. Business was the last thing on my mind now.
Aislinn stopped in the center of the room like a deer who’d attracted the attention of the hunter—me. The last time she had that look on her face was our wedding night.
She approached me cautiously, and I lost all patience. I wrapped my arm around her hip and hoisted her into the bed with me. She let out a startled gasp. “Lorcan! Finn’s in the next room.”
“And he’ll stay in that room for a long time. While I enjoy fucking you in different places, I have no intention of not fucking you in our bedroom because there’s a kid next door. If all goes my way, there’ll be many more kids living under our roof one day.”
Aislinn met my gaze. “Many more? About how many are we talking?”
“I loved growing up with four brothers.”
“I’m not going to give birth five times.”
I nuzzled her neck but she didn’t soften. “Throw in two sets of twins, and that brings it down to three pregnancies.” I smirked before I even heard Aislinn’s reply, knowing I was pushing her buttons again.
“Or I just try for quintuplets. Then I’d be done with one pregnancy,” she muttered.
I nipped her earlobe. “I want more than one and five tops. Enough to count on one hand, that’s it. The final decision is up to you. I guess we’ll see once we cross that bridge.”
Aislinn was quiet. I kissed her throat then her collarbone while my hand slid over her breast. Her nipple pebbled against my palm. “It’s really strange to hear you talking about kids as if you were a normal guy and husband.”
“If you disregard my job, I’m a normal guy.”
She snorted. “You kill people. You tell people what to do, and you blackmailed me into marrying you. What about that is normal?”
“I guess my family values are normal, apart from the blackmailing you into marriage part, of course.”
“Of course.”
I slid her strap down, revealing her pretty nipple. It was a beautiful pinkish color, small and firm, crowning a perfect milky white breast. I couldn’t resist. I lowered my head and sucked it into my mouth. Aislinn gripped the back of my head. “Lorcan, I really think we shouldn’t.”
“Hmmm.” I suckled her nipple.
“You were going to tell me about your meeting and what you found out about Imogen.”
I stroked her belly then let my hand wander down between her thighs, brushing her folds through the fabric. “That can wait.”
I pushed my middle finger into the crease, knowing the cotton of her panties and nightgown would add additional friction.
Aislinn squeezed her legs together. “Lorcan,” she gritted out. “I’ve waited a week. I won’t wait another hour before you give me the information.”
“An hour, hmm? Already becoming greedy.” Aislinn might have been carved from marble, so I lifted my head from her breast. “Sergej told me your sister found a Russian business-man he’s been working with for years and she’s cruising through the Caribbean with him.”
“But did he show you proof? He could be lying. She could be a sex slave or dead! How do you know he’s telling the truth? It seems too simple. If Imogen were happy and healthy, she’d answer my calls.”
“Maybe she doesn’t have her old phone anymore. Her rich sponsor might have bought her a new phone with an US number. From what you told me about your sister, she’s very self-centered so she probably doesn’t even realize that you worry about her.”
Aislinn was silent. Her face was tight with an emotion I had trouble reading. Still, I couldn’t see how her mood would improve if I told her about my meeting with her sister. She’d probably beg me to fly with her to Florida to convince the selfish bitch to come to New York with us. In two days, Imogen would tan her greedy ass in the Caribbean and nothing sweet Aisling could do would change that.
“Listen, Sergej wants to intensify our business endeavors. Lying to me would set the wrong tone. He didn’t seem concerned in the slightest.” I slid down Aislinn’s body and lifted her nightgown before I pushed her panties away from her pussy. The sight got me every time. I dipped my thumb between her folds, but she wasn’t very aroused. Only the barest hint of her juices coated my finger. I gently bit the inside of her thighs. “Stop worrying so much. I asked Sergej to inform me once Imogen is back in the States and then you can talk to her. Now that Sergej knows I have a personal interest in your sister, he’ll make sure she returns alive.” I kissed the crease between her thigh and pussy then her labia.
I tugged her panties farther to the side with my thumb and kissed her crease then the dip that hid her tight channel.
“Lorcan—” she protested quietly. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and dragged it over her opening, felt it clench against my tip and my cock hardened fully in response.
I pushed up and tugged her panties all the way down her legs then tossed them on the floor. I didn’t remove her nightgown. I liked how sexy and innocent she looked in it. Soon it would be a beautiful contrast to her wanton cries and desperate moans while she spilled her juice into my mouth.
Aislinn lay motionless in front of me, watching me through half-closed eyes as if she’d resigned herself to her fate. I’d coax her back to life. Grabbing her by the hips, I rolled her onto her belly. I kissed her ass cheeks, then parted them.
“Lorcan—”
“Aislinn,” I warned, squeezing her ass cheeks hard. “I want you to be quiet unless to ask to suck my dick.”
She huffed and I traced my tongue down her tailbone, following the smooth skin toward her firm hole. She tensed further, exhaling. I teased her with my tongue, circling her tight opening with slow motions to get her nice and wet then pushed my tongue inside. She gasped and I returned to lapping her. Soon her scent became heady. I brushed my thumb along her folds, parting them wide and was greeted by her juices. I closed my lips over her entrance and sucked lightly. Aislinn buried her face in the pillow.
“You like that, my sweet girl,” I grumbled then pressed my tongue against her resisting opening until I slid in.
I established a slow rhythm with my tongue, entering her pussy with my middle finger at the same time. Soon Aislinn was squirming, trying to keep sounds in. I flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs up against her body and dove between her folds. My lips had barely closed around her clit when she arched off the mattress, a pillow pressed to her face as a violent shudder took over her body. I smiled against her pussy. But my cock needed to feel her tight walls. I kneeled in front of her, grabbed her thighs and slammed into her in one deep thrust. A low moan escaped me and Aislinn slapped my chest hard.
“Shhh.”
I chuckled but only got a death glare from her. Still, I tried to be quiet after that. To punish her for that slap, I moved very slowly and ignored her clit completely. She stubbornly stared back at me, but the lust in her eyes told a very clear story.
“Apologize.”
“No.”
I sped up then slowed again. “Aislinn, I’ll let you go to bed without another orgasm.”
“I already had one.”
“As if that’s ever enough for you.”
She flushed. Of course, it wasn’t.
“I’m sorry,” she said petulantly.
I cocked an eyebrow.
“That’s a lie. I can lie too, you know?”
“Oh, I’m very aware of that.” I wondered what lie she was accusing me of. I’d probably omitted more than one truth, not just about Imogen. I guessed Aislinn picked up on it. Or maybe she just thought I was a liar in general.
“I’ll let that count, because I need to fuck you hard and fast. Your luck.” I moved, ready to slam back with full force when a knock sounded.
“Aislinn?”
Aislinn’s eyes flew open, her expression terrified.
I flung myself on my back beside Aislinn while she righted her nightgown and covered herself with the blanket. Before Finn entered the room, I rolled over onto my stomach because even a blanket wouldn’t hide my erection.
I groaned when pain shot through my cock from being buried underneath me. I felt like I’d broken my dick off. I pretended to be asleep, even added the occasional snore for good measure. The mattress shifted when Aislinn got up.
“Do you want me to sing for you?”
There wasn’t an answer, but I assumed Finn had given some form of affirmation because Aislinn extinguished the light, closed our door, and soon after I heard soft singing from the next room.
That was a taste of having kids. I knew my brothers and I had been terrible cockblockers for my parents, and Balor. I rolled on my back and rubbed my maltreated dick, chuckling.
Now I understood why Balor had always been so majorly pissed. Finn hadn’t even done it on purpose. My brothers and I on the other hand definitely had.
As expected Aislinn didn’t return to bed that night, so I was left with blue balls. I had to leave early the next morning so I didn’t get a chance to remedy that.
In my car on the way to the docks, Sergej called me to inquire about my meeting with Maksim, though I knew he’d already been informed about the details of our meeting. He assured me again that while Maksim was a womanizer, he didn’t pose a danger to Imogen. Personally, I didn’t care if he dumped her in the ocean, but for Aislinn’s sake I had to make sure the selfish bitch survived unscathed.
Satisfied, I hung up. Sergej and I would meet for dinner in a few days to discuss ways to flood the market with cheap counterfeits from Southeast Asia while providing our clients with only the very best. It would be our first big collaboration, one that promised to fill our wallets with money, but it also meant we had to get along for a while.
Seamus was already waiting in front of the warehouse, watching a few of our younger gang members unload a shipping container.
“How are things?” he asked.
I sent him a warning look. I hoped that the addition of Finn to my small family didn’t make him feel like he needed to stick his nose even deeper into my personal business. Since his wife was pregnant, he felt even more qualified to advise others on how to achieve utmost bliss. Bullshit. He was one of my absolute best hitmen. Cold, efficient, merciless when tasked with a kill, but sometimes he could be a real sap.
“I got blue balls the size of Dublin because the kid couldn’t sleep alone.”
Seamus let out a fatherly laugh. “That’s how it is.”
“We’ll see once Maeve has dropped your little one.”
I quickly filled him in on my conversation with Sergej before he had more clever comments for me.
“What did you tell Aislinn?” he asked the second I was done talking.
“I told her that her sister is cruising the Caribbean. It’s as close to the truth as you can get, so stop bugging me.”
Seamus shrugged and together we headed inside the warehouse. I had to give Balor and Father a phone call later today to inform them about the state of things with Sergej. We were sending them a shipment of guns to keep for themselves; they’d also serve as a waypoint for the counterfeit weapons. It would be a logistic feat, but I was eager to expand our business.
In the next four weeks, Finn and I slowly got closer. He talked to me more, and I had less trouble understanding him. Aislinn still hovered, never letting us out of her sight as if she worried that I’d eat the kid. But it was kind of endearing, albeit annoying as fuck. Our sex life was still in a bit of a slump. Before Finn lived with us, we’d get it on in the morning and evening. Now I was lucky if we managed a long fuck at night.
I stifled my frustration, knowing things would improve again once Aislinn had found a new routine with Finn living under our roof. I hadn’t told her yet, but I started looking for a bigger place for us. My apartment had never been meant for three people, and if Aislinn ever felt ready to have a kid of our own, things would be even more cramped.
I was checking over our bookkeeping in my office, when Aislinn called around lunch time. “Lorcan, I’m stuck in traffic. There’s been an accident.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine, but I was on the way to pick up Finn from Maeve’s. She was watching him for a couple of hours.”
“Seamus mentioned it. Do you need me to pick him up?”
She hesitated. “Yeah. Maeve has a doctor’s appointment. She has to leave in a bit.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get him and keep him entertained until you’re back. I’ll have to take him to the docks though.”
She took another long pause. “Okay, but, Lorcan…” She sighed. “Finn is sensitive.”
“I know, I know. I’ll be on my best behavior and so will be my men. Stop fretting.”
I hung up and got up from my desk chair. I grabbed my keys and headed for my car. Seamus wasn’t around; he was scouting a possible mark—a politician wanted a bothersome ex-affair to disappear. I told Timothy where I was going then I was off.
Maeve didn’t look surprised when she opened the door. Aislinn had probably given her a heads-up. “Hey, Lorcan, it’s so nice of you to pick Finn up.”
Finn hovered behind her, gnawing on his lower lip.
“Hey buddy, how about we hit a McDonalds drive-thru and fuel you with a Happy Meal. I think they have Marvel figures in them right now.”
His eyes lit up and he stepped forward, nodding eagerly.
Maeve touched my arm. “You’re good with him,” she whispered.
I cleared my throat. “Thanks for watching him. What was Aislinn up to?”
Maeve flushed. “Oh, I didn’t ask. Maybe she just wanted some time for herself.”
“Maybe.” Or maybe she was still snooping around after her sister. Stubborn as fuck.
“You ready?” I asked Finn, and he nodded, determination settling on his face, reminding me of the look Aislinn so often displayed. Together, we headed toward my car parked at the curb, and I made sure to slow my steps for Finn.
Opening the doors for him, I asked, “Do you need help getting into the child seat?”
He gave a nod, looking to the ground.
“No problem.” I lifted him off the ground, surprised by how light he was, and put him carefully into the child seat.
“I think I need your help now, Finn. I’ve never secured one of these before.”
Finn grinned and nodded. Then he showed me how to close the belts of his seat. “Easy.”
“Easy,” I agreed.
I got behind the steering wheel. “Ready for your Happy Meal?”
“Yes.”
I headed for the closest McDonald’s, which was still a bit of detour on our way to the harbor, but I didn’t care. Finn beamed when I handed the Happy Meal to him. I ordered a BigMac for me and we ate it while I steered us through traffic.
A cab pulled right in front of me, cutting me off. I honked. “Asshole!”
“Oh no,” Finn exclaimed.
Once I’d calmed down and showed the cab driver my middle finger, I turned to Finn. “Sorry about that. Don’t tell Aislinn I cursed.”
Finn looked terrified, his shoulders hunched.
“What’s up? I wasn’t screaming at you, you know that, right?”
Finn nodded then motioned at the floor. “I dropped a few chips.”
“Don’t worry. This car has seen worse. I’ll clean it later.”
Finn looked curious, but I was glad he didn’t ask what I meant. Aislinn would kill me if I told Finn anything about my business.
When we arrived at the docks, Seamus’ car was parked there too. He was talking to Timothy off to the side, where several wooden crates waited to be transported into the warehouse.
I got out and helped Finn out of the car. Seamus headed our way.
“Hello, young man,” he said. Finn stayed close to my side and it felt good that the kid sought my closeness.
“Can you call over a recruit? We had a chips crash and someone needs to clean my car.”
Seamus shoved his fingers into his mouth and whistled. Immediately, Nollaig rushed over.
I motioned at the backseat. “My car needs cleaning.”
Nollaig nodded and immediately went to work. Seamus, Finn, and I walked toward the warehouse. Several of my men glanced toward us, then at Finn, before they continued with their work.
Finn kept looking at the cargo ship anchored to the nearest mooring point. It wasn’t one of the huge ones, but still quite impressive, especially for a small boy.
“Do you want to go closer?” I suggested.
He nodded eagerly and we made our way toward the ship. Seamus fell back to give us some privacy. Finn scanned the ship with an open mouth, his head tilted back all the way to grasp the sheer enormity of it.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Nollaig wave at Seamus to come over, who did, and then a discussion ensued. Seamus looked worried, which in turn worried me, especially when I saw their wild gesticulations.
“Finn, we can look at the ship later. I need to talk to Seamus for a second.” Finn and I headed back toward the car, but Seamus met me halfway with a tight expression.
He held out his hand. A small device I recognized at once sat on his palm. My brows furrowed, my pulse quickening. A fucking bug.
