“That’s right, Dag, yes,” she hissed. She picked her pace up as his own increased. She wished that all the mirrors weren’t covered in steam so she could see how they looked together.
He grunted when he removed his fingers, as if it pained him to leave her body, and though she hated the loss, he wasn’t done playing with her yet. He ran his hands down her slick sides until he could clasp one of her thighs to lift her leg to the position they both needed. “Dag,” she moaned as he slid all the way in. As he rocked into her, pressure built until she was screaming his name. Two more strokes and her name ripped from his mouth as her release forced his own.
Misty heat still sprayed their lax bodies as they held on to each other. They rested their foreheads together while dragging in ragged breaths.
Dagr chuckled against her mouth, saying, “Life moves on, I guess.”
Bébhinn pecked his cheek, chuckling in return. “It does, and thank God for that. I love you.”
“I love you. Let’s go to bed. We have the rest of our lives to plan when we wake up.”
fifty-eight
DAGR
It had been almosttwo weeks since Todd had been arrested, and one day since Bran, Patrick, and his dad’s DNA results arrived. His dad was to arrive momentarily to open the results, though he wasn’t happy about it.
“Your dad still throwing a mantrum at having to be social?” Bébhinn asked him, while they all loitered by the downstairs bar.
“Dad’s life is one long miniseries of mantrums,” he sighed before grinning at his girlfriend. Soon to be something more if he had his way.
He’d been working on finalizing the turnover of Lee’s law firm. There was a long way to go before it was sealed and delivered. Lee had leased a historic four-story building for his firm. Dagr was thrilled that the owner was open to selling. He wasn’t interested in anything that wasn’t permanent.
He and Bébhinn decided that remodeling the top two floors would work perfectly for their new home. There was a separate, private entry in the back to reach the upper floors, privateparking, and a small back garden for entertaining or for children to play in.
Bébhinn said the last with a twinkle in her eye that just about took his legs out. It also made him want to drag her into the nearest dark closet and have his way with her.
The whole crew had met at O’Faolain’s because they were flying out as soon as breakfast ended. Their Colorado trip was about to commence, and even he admitted excitement about the holiday.
His dad had a meeting with investors in London, which would probably end up in an argument without Dagr’s mediation, and then his father would resort to funneling his own money into the reserve.
MacGregor called that morning to let them know that Mr. Todd’s hearing wouldn’t be for at least three months as the Gardaí went through the years of tapes. They believed there were three women besides Bébhinn. Two of them wanted to press charges as well. The first was a woman Todd had gone to high school with. He had mainly taken pictures of her and stolen things from her bedroom, which he still had in a box with her name on it.
To their knowledge, he’d never physically assaulted anyone, but the possible intent was present. They would not be charging him as mentally insane. He would be forced to attend trial as any other criminal.
Bébhinn’s presence at the trial would hopefully be little to none. Dagr’d thought she might be more upset by the whole thing, but she was more relieved for herself and any other women he might have eventually set his sights on.
“Ready to meet big brother?” Mags loudly asked Bran and Patrick, much to everyone’s amusement.
The thunderclouds riding her brothers’ shoulders for days since they’d been strong-armed into taking DNA tests weretesting all the women’s patience. She thought it would be amazing to find a missing brother.
Rowan had explained to her daughter that she believed they were being shitheads because if Dagr’s dad were their brother, it would be a massive shift in the family. A change that their father, Hugh, wasn’t there to guide them through. Bébhinn was immediately contrite for not understanding where their antics had stemmed from.
Dagr wasn’t worried. The O’Faolains might be fierce, but they were also fair, and his father wasn’t a man easily cowed.
He grinned when he saw Blair take a step forward to gain the group’s attention. She signed, “Please promise, Bébhinn, that you’ll not call your boyfriend’s dad ‘Brother.’”
That comment had everyone breaking out in guffaws. Bébhinn signed back, and it didn’t need interpretation since it was only her middle finger saluting her friend.
At the sound of the bell and brief knock, silence descended. Patrick nodded to Dagr to answer, anticipating that his father would be more comfortable with his son opening things up.
Bébhinn patted his butt and whispered loud enough for the room to hear. “Life’s too short for normal. I always wanted another brother. Older and better than the other two.”
Dagr grinned at Bébhinn stirring the pot.
fifty-nine
BÉBHINN
