“Oh, good!” Relief filled me. “I know Lena was worried.”
“And that bitch mom of hers.” He shuddered. “She went down to Ohio.”
“Why?” I blinked. “That’s a random state to go to.”
“There’s a sister chapter of the MC her man’s loyal to.”
“So, she’s safe?”
He hummed. “She is.” His mouth found mine again, and after he left me breathless, he whispered, “Does Jen have to come for dinner?”
I smiled at his complaint, then smiled wider when his tongue traced the curve of my mouth, tasting my amusement.
“She does. She’s…”
I thought about the conversation we’d had earlier. A conversation where she’d told me that Aidan Jr.’s woman, Savannah, had forced a meeting between them years earlier so that she could snatch a DNA sample…
If that wasn’t crazy enough, the DNA test Savannah had arranged proved that Jen, my girl from the block, a 57 varieties’ kind of chick, was actually an O’Donnelly.
Padraig O’Donnelly’s daughter, to be precise.
I’d promised I wouldn’t say anything to Finn, that I’d keep my mouth shut, so I merely told him, “She really needs the company today.”
Though he sighed, he kissed me again and asked, “Want me to call in Martha to set up the spare room?”
While he didn’t like her, and put up with her for me, gratitude swelled inside me at his offer to let her spend the night.
“I’m a lucky woman,” I told him huskily as I reached for his hand.
He raised the tangle of our fingers to his lips and brushed them over my knuckles. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m the lucky one, not you.”
Eight
Finn
I was exhausted.
Combined with the clusterfuck that was Christmas, the past week had been hellishly long thanks to the funerals of the men who’d died in the Sparrow attack and was only exacerbated by a major fuck up with the architectural firm we used.
Well, no longer.
The last time they’d screwed up, Aidan Sr. had dealt with them, but this time, it was on me.
I wasn’t about to shoot out anyone’s kneecaps over business.
I’d fired them.
And I’d spread the news that they were a piece of shit firm so that no other company in the tri-state area would be using them until the current CEO’s grandson was crapping into a bag in an old folks’ home.
Acuig Corp. mattered.
But my name? My word? My signature?
Capable of making or breaking anyone in this fucking city.
I dropped my briefcase on the floor and stretched after I hung my coat on the rack.
All was quiet—it was two AM, so of course it was. It was unreasonable to think she’d have waited up for me—as I headed down the hallway toward our bedroom.
That was when I saw her.
In the living room.
I gritted my teeth at the way her neck was folded over, and I knew she’d have a crick in it because she had waited up for me.
This was my Aoife.
Of course she had. I should have had faith.
I walked into the cozy living room that was illuminated only by candles, and I sighed at the sight of her.
My angel.
I cast a glance at the hand she rested on her stomach and pressed mine to it as well after I crouched down in front of her.
“Baby,” I rumbled when that didn’t make her stir.
Her eyelashes fluttered. “Finn?” she asked drowsily.
“It had better be me.”
Her lips twitched before she yawned. “What time is it?”
“Two AM.”
Her eyes popped open. “Really?”
I winced. “It’s late.”
“Couldn’t be later,” she muttered with narrowed eyes. “Thought we agreed you’d be home for dinner?”
I heaved a sigh as I grabbed her hand, raised it to my lips and with my eyes on hers, kissed her palm. “Do I get points for calling to tell you I’d be late?”
“Points?” she asked huskily. “No. Appreciation? Yes. I’d have worried otherwise.”
My throat choked and I put it down to fatigue. I wasn’t sure if she knew what she did to me when she said shit like that.
No one had ever worried over me like she did.
No one had made me low sodium meals or insisted I take a thousand multi-vitamins in the morning. It was marriage. I knew that. But even having lived it for four years, it still came as a surprise.
“I never want you to worry,” I grated out.
Her smile was sly. “Do you worry about me?”
“Of course,” was my instant response, and I saw that I’d walked into her trap. I wagged a finger at her. “I’m supposed to worry about you.”
She sniffed her disgruntlement, then let out a shriek as I jumped to my feet and hauled her into my arms a second later.
As she jolted against my chest, I peered down at her. “You should have gone to bed,” I told her, even though I was damn glad she hadn’t.
“I wait up for you. That’s the deal,” she said stubbornly, even as she pushed her face against my throat and kissed me there.
I was fucking exhausted, but that tiny goddamn kiss had my dick reacting like I’d slept for fourteen hours.
It also derailed me.
Instead of walking her to the bedroom, I diverted course to the baby grand in the corner.
As I propped her ass on the back end of it, then twirled her around so that I was between her legs, she peered up at me as a slow-growing smirk curved her lips. She rested back on her elbows and tightened her thighs around my hips.
“Think we’d slide off it?” I growled under my breath as I stared at the cami she wore that shaped her braless tits to perfection.
“Off the piano? I doubt it. It isn’t a ‘Slip N’ Slide,’” she teased, but there was a breathy hint to her tone.
Any lingering exhaustion I felt drifted away at that, and I pressed my cock against the crotch of her short-shorts before looming over her, saying, “You want to go to bed?”
She arched a brow. “Does it look like I want to go to bed?”
“Giving you an out. Gotta look after my baby momma, don’t I?” Her bottom lip was sucked between her teeth as she nipped it. I tugged it back out with my thumb, muttering, “No one bites that but me. You know the rules.”
She swallowed. “I do know the rules.”
Smirking, I bowed my head and dotted kisses along the neckline of her cami. On the return journey, I trailed my tongue across it then rumbled, “If I touch your pussy, how wet will it be?”
“On a scale of what?” she whispered.
“One to five. Five being wet as fuck.”
“Two.”
I smirked. “Can’t have that, can we?”
“N-No,” she mewled as I detached her legs from around my hips.
Sliding my hands down them, I tugged on her waistband, drew her panties off her before I placed her heels on the edge of the piano.
“Spread them, Aoife.” A shaky breath escaped her as she complied, but I tutted. “Wider.” She obeyed. “Wider.” The move pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing her slit, and I rumbled, “Prettiest cunt in the world.”