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“Jaysus feck, that's a beautiful sight,” he breathes, burying his head between my legs, his tongue sliding through my folds, flickering, tasting, and teasing.
I whimper, my head tipping back as my fingers move to tangle in his hair, his lips finding my clit. He nips at it, biting down gently, and when I moan, a little harder.
As it’s about to start hurting, his teeth disappear, and he lashes my clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth and keeping up the pressure.
The suction of his lips increases, and I shatter around his lips, screaming out his name.
Kissing along my thigh, Niall rocks back to sit on his heels, smugly smirking up at me as I struggle to get my breathing under control.
“I like it when ye scream my name,amhuirnín,” he murmurs, a pleasurable shudder making its way up my spine at his words. I have no idea what he calls me in Irish, but it feels like he caresses me with his words. I wonder if he’s going to screw me now.
He rises to his feet, kissing me deeply while I grind against him. My hands slide down his torso, skating over his muscled chest, searching for his dick.
Before my hand can find its goal, Niall steps away, my lips attempting to follow him, and I almost over-balance as my eyes fly open. What? No!
His eyes burn into mine for a long moment, regret shuttering them. No. There’s nothing to regret. Just come over here and finish the job.
But he leaves, locking the front door after him. Oh my God. My legs shudder as I hop down from the countertop. I need more. Much more. He better not be done with me just yet.
I wonder what it will take for the Irish Reaper to lose his tight grip on control. I’m not entirely sure, but I’m going to find out.
Chapter Seventeen
NIALL
Paddy is sulking on the way back from overseeing the arms shipment. After Seamus’s little wife did her about-face, he's been sulking all morning.
After the first two weeks of their marriage, when Seamus started getting all pissy and protective, Tiggy hasn’t said boo to me or any of the other lads, but this morning, Seamus had her being all friendly. It rubbed Paddy the wrong way –especially when the lass finally admitted to Seamus she loved him.
Paddy and Seamus had a heated argument a few days ago because Paddy is upset that Seamus told the lass he loved her, and she’s not said it back until now. Paddy’s hatred of the Romanians runs deep, deeper than Seamus’s apparently, and he still doesn’t trust Seamus’s little wife.
Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what it will take for Paddy to trust her, which has led to some tension between them because Seamus won’t hear a word against his wife these days.
I never thought I’d see the day someone like us fell in love, but it suits Seamus. These days, he can be a rather sappy fucker, especially when Tiggy’s about. It’s amusing to see. He bails on the club each night to have dinner with her, which means someone has had to step up with the management of Oracle.
Connor is always at the club but is busy upstairs, running the lucrative gaming tables. Paddy’s either training, working as an enforcer, or fighting in the illegal underground ring that operates down on the waterfront. He’s got quite a reputation, so he doesn’t have the time to wrangle strippers and bartenders, read stock spreadsheets, and whatever the fuck else Seamus does in that office.
I’ve no interest, and besides, I’m usually busy elsewhere or downstairs, and Liam’s too young, so Ronan’s been lumped with it. Of course, ever since Mellie’s little blonde stripper friend has caught his eye, he’s more than happy to volunteer to pick up Seamus’s slack, which only pisses Paddy off even more. Go figure.
The Bluetooth chimes as Seamus gets a phone call. He hits the call answer button on the steering wheel –one of the reasons Paddy is sulking is that Seamus insisted on driving to get home to his little wife faster.
“Liam, what’s up?”
Liam’s voice fills the SUV. “Tiggy’s gone.”
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Everyone snaps to attention. Paddy, in particular, is looking smug.
“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Seamus snaps.
Liam is clearly panicking, speaking quickly as he explains about a firework lobbed into the backyard – clearly a fucking distraction –and the front door being open when he returned from checking it out. Jesus fuck. Seamus should have ordered Ronan to stay with the lad.
Paddy scoffs, and Connor lifts a hand from where he is seated beside Seamus in the front of the vehicle –ready to grab Seamus’s arm if the unpredictable fucker goes for his gun to shoot Paddy in the face.
“There’s a lot of blood.”
The tires squeal, and Ronan swears from behind me as he throws an arm up to stop from hitting his head on the window as the SUV fishtails when Seamus hits the gas and changes lanes simultaneously.
As Seamus attempts to break the sound barrier to get home as quickly as possible, Connor is on the phone with his lads, telling them to pause all online gambling operations and start hacking into city CCTV – anything to try to find Tiggy.
