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Twenty
Aela
Though I’d bitchedabout our first fuck not having an audience of three glorious, stolen paintings, I was in a much better mood after I came.
Which was only natural.
And today was the kind of day where you needed the extra help of a bunch of endorphins and hormones, because my kid’s uncle had been shot, my childhood sweetheart had to kill a man and lame another, the Feds had been at the hospital and were sniffing around Declan and Brennan for interviews, which could easily turn into something more if they decided Declan’s offense wasn’t self-defense, and…
Well, yeah.
It had been a long day.
Still, Declan had given me two gifts today—I was coming to see that was his style. Never just one present, but always two. An orgasm because I refused to accept the Kevlar vest as a gift, and a pair of tiny jade earrings, which were so pretty I’d removed a set of my faves and slipped in the small cabochons. Which, knowing Dec and his fetish, had probably belonged to some ancient empress or something.
Fuck, if that didn’t just get me wet again…
After a day like today, however, the last thing I’d anticipated was having Conor show up at six and declare, “I’m hungry.”
I blinked at the sight of his face in the intercom and arched a brow. “So? Go to a restaurant.”
“But I’m here.” He beamed at me. “I brought cannoli.”
“Where the hell did you get cannoli?” Declan demanded, appearing behind me. One hand moved to my shoulder, the other to my waist in a move that was distinctly proprietary, and that had me feeling the heat of him along my back.
It reminded me of earlier, reminded me of how perfect that had been.
Sure, three glorious works of art hadn’t watched me get off, but there was always tonight. And tomorrow.
I sighed at the thought before I tuned in as Conor muttered, “Well, I wanted ‘em.”
“You mean you went ontoFamigliaturf fordessert?” Declan queried, his tone suggesting Conor had gone around the bend.
I couldn’t blame him.
“No, there are other places that make cannoli that aren’t on their territory,” he said with a huff.
“Not many, and not between my building and yours,” he hissed. “Goddammit, Kid. Get your ass up here. We need to have words.”
Conor rolled his eyes. “I can hardly wait.” Then, he shot me a cheeky smile. “I’m excited about dinner though, Aela. Thank you for inviting me.”
Before I could tell him I hadn’t invited him to anything, he was already in the elevator and heading up to the penthouse.
I twisted around to glower up at Dec, who pulled a face. “I can order in.”
Grunting under my breath, I trudged away from him. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Conor, I just wasn’t in the mood for being around Declan’s family. When they were involved, shit hit the fan, and we’d already been splattered in enough of the brown stuff for one day.
When I made my way into the kitchen, I saw Seamus was still sitting there.
At the same time as we’d bought his uniform, we’d grabbed him a desk and a chair for studying. While he had a perfectly fine computer, Dec had also bought him an iMac, which had arrived yesterday along with his uniform.
How they pulled the moves they did, I’d never know.
So, with his room furnished for the most part, and until we really settled in and started changing things up which we’d have to do because I couldn’t live with paper screens for walls forever,oralternatively, move, I’d anticipated him to be glued to his bedroom.
But he wasn’t.
He was here. At the kitchen table, studying.
