It’s been over five hours since I left Jessie and the twins and I figure that will have been plenty of time for them to do what they need to do before I steal her away for the rest of the night. When I walk into her room the three of them are curled up in bed together, with her in the middle. They are kissing but not fucking. They don’t stop when they hear me. We are all well used to sharing her now. It’s not until I sit on the bed that the three of them take a breath and look at me.
“You all okay?” I ask.
“Hmm,” Jessie purrs and stretches like a cat.
“Sure am,” Liam says with a grin as he puts his arms behind his head.
“It’s almost midnight,” I say, looking at the clock on the nightstand.
“So?” Mikey shrugs.
“That means it’s my turn.” I wink at Jessie and she smiles at me.
“Aw, Con. You can stay in here with us if you like?” Mikey offers as he lifts the duvet, which makes Liam laugh out loud.
“Thanks for the offer, boys, but I think I’ll pass.” I reach out and take Jessie’s hand and pull her up.
Liam sits up and kisses her softly. “We’ll see you in the morning, baby.”
“Yeah, Red,” Mikey agrees as he kisses her neck.
“Goodnight,” she whispers to them while she looks at me through her long dark lashes.
“Come on, Angel,” I stand, pulling her off the bed and picking her up. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her face against my chest, her legs swinging in the air as I carry her to my room. Once we’re inside I set her on her feet and close the door behind us.
I trail my fingertips over her cheek and she shudders. “What did my little brothers do to you, Angel?”
“Everything,” she whispers as her cheeks flush pink.
“Shall we take a shower first then?” I arch one eyebrow at her.
“I think that’s probably for the best,” she purrs. Then she stands there, chewing on her bottom lip as she watches me pull off my t-shirt and sweatpants and toss them into the hamper.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I step in first. After the day we’ve had, the hot water feels good on my face. I pull her in with me and she squeals as the first jets of water hit her body.
She presses herself against me. Her nipples are hard against my chest, making my cock stiffen. Reaching for the soap, I squeeze some into my palm and start to wash her. My soapy hands glide easily over her soft, wet skin and she moans as I wash every part of her body. I am desperate to fuck her, but this will be our last night together for over a week and I want to take my time. Patrick Ryan’s funeral date isn’t even set yet, so I suspect it will be closer to two weeks that she and Shane will be away.
I’m going to miss her so damn much. I feel like we only just got her back. And now we have the Wolf to worry about too. I sigh heavily and she looks up at me.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
I slide my hands to her ass and press her body against mine. “Are you okay?”
“Here with you. Yes,” she whispers.
“And what about in Ireland with Shane?”
“I’ll be okay there too,” she says with a smile. “I am not going to hide away any longer, Conor. Besides, he’s in Russia, not Ireland.”
I sweep her wet hair back from her face. “As soon as you’re back, we’re going to find him. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I lean down and kiss her softly as the water runs over us, washing the soap from our bodies. She slides her tongue into my mouth and pulls my hair gently and my cock twitches against her stomach. “Conor,” she moans as her hands slide down my back, but I don’t want her here.
I break our kiss and shut off the water before handing her a towel and we both dry off. She watches me the whole time and I wonder what is going on in her head. She almost passed out earlier when Vlad told us about the Wolf, but she seems much calmer now.
I narrow my eyes at her. “What are you thinking about?”
“Those beautiful tattoos of yours,” she grins at me as she drops her towel onto the floor and steps closer to me.
“Anything else?”
“Yes. Your amazing fingers,” she breathes as she threads hers through mine before she pushes herself onto her tiptoes and dusts her lips over mine. “And your hot mouth.”
“Is that all?” I growl as I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her ass cheeks, because this is how my girl deals with all the shit that goes on in her life and in her head. And if she wants to use my body to deal with her trauma, then who am I to stop her?
Her hand slides down my chest until she grips my cock in her hand. “And this too,” she whispers, suddenly coy all of a sudden.
“Well, you’re going to get all three, Angel,” I growl as I lift her until she wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her back into the bedroom. I lower us down onto the bed until she is lying on her back and I am nestled between her thighs. I nudge the tip of my cock at her entrance and she winces for a split second before she smiles at me again.
“You want me to take it easy, Angel?”
“You don’t have to,” she whispers.
I narrow my eyes at her. “But that’s not what I asked you.” As much as I love to fuck her hard, tie her up and spank her ass, I love being gentle with her too. I have never fucked a woman the way I do her. I have never wanted to. But she makes me want to savor every single kiss. Every single touch. Every single whimper and moan. “I am happy to fuck you any way you need, Angel. I just want inside you.”
“Then taking it easy would be good,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I mumble before I start to trail soft kisses over her neck and breasts, squeezing each one gently in my palm as I kiss the other and making her moan my name. Her fingers thread in my hair, urging me to the spot where she wants my mouth, but I take my time. Tasting her skin. Covering every inch of her with soft kisses and tiny bites until she is writhing beneath me.
“Please, Conor?” she groans and I smile against her skin.
“I thought you wanted to take it easy, Angel?”
“I do, but this is torture,” she pants.
“Torture? Really?”
“Delicious torture,” she smiles as my hand slides up her leg to the apex of her thighs and she bucks her hips, making me chuckle.
“Soon, Angel. I got you,” I murmur as I keep kissing the inside of her thighs until she is whimpering with need. When I finally slide a finger into her hot pussy, she is dripping wet. She moans with relief and my cock twitches at the sound.
“Oh, you’re so ready for me, Jessie,” I chuckle as I add a second finger and she grinds her hips onto them. As I pull them out again, they are thick with her cream and I can’t resist sucking them clean before I ease them back inside her. “You taste so fucking good, Angel,” I growl before I press the flat of my tongue against her opening and run it up to her clit. She shudders and bucks and begs me for more, but I keep taking my time. I finger fuck her slowly, drawing them in and out of her as I suck softly on her clit. Each time I push back inside her, she squeezes me, trying to pull me in deeper. Her cum is dripping down my fingers and onto my palm and I keep easing her to the edge of orgasm before bringing her back down.
“Conor, please let me come,” she groans and I take pity on her as I curl my fingers deep inside her, pressing down on her abdomen with my free hand before I flick my tongue over her clit as I suck harder.
“Oh, fuck! Conor!” She shouts my name as her orgasm tears through her body and she coats me in her slick juices. The sound of her wetness as I keep finger fucking her through it makes me feel like I’m on the edge myself.
When she finally stops shaking, I crawl up the bed and settle between her thighs. My cock is beyond weeping now as I press it against her. “Wrap your legs around me, Jessie,” I whisper and she does as she’s told. Completely submissive in my bed, even if she’s not when she’s out of it.
With my hands fisted in her hair, I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her so deeply that I can feel her moans of pleasure and relief rumble through me as I finally drive my cock inside her. She tries to break away but I keep her there, swallowing every single delicious sound she makes as I fuck her slowly.
This right here is everything I’ve ever wanted.
