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He turns to Niall, who is currently threatening the only one who is still conscious with his scary-looking, blood-stained knife.
“Niall, I want fucking answers,” he snaps.
Niall nods at him. “I’ll start with this one, Fitzy.”
His hand closes around the man’s collar and yanks him until he’s standing, his hands and feet bound. Seamus nods as Niall and Ronan march the fucker over to Niall’s SUV, throwing him into the back. Sliding in, Ronan throws Seamus a mock salute as they squeal out of here, heading for Oracle.
Sean’s men arrive to collect the rest of them, and Seamus claps me on the back.
“It’s your night off, Lucky,” he chuckles. “You head home, and I’ll see you tomorrow at mine for a debrief.”
I shove my bloody handkerchief into my pocket, climbing into my SUV to drive home. My face is aching, and I want nothing more than to bury myself in Andie’s sweet-smelling body. Unfortunately, it's almost ten, so I've no doubt the lass is tucked up in bed fast asleep.
Pulling into the drive, I slide out of the SUV and climb the stairs. The kitchen light is glowing around the doorframe. I’m surprised they are still on. Usually, the lass is asleep in bed by this time of night.
As I walk through the back door, Andie freezes, her hand resting on the light switch. She is clearly on her way to bed. My eyes drop to take in her attire. It’s not her usual jeans and sweater combo.
She’s wearing a pretty little sundress. She dressed up for me. My stomach jolts. Now I’m really cursing my luck that I got sidetracked on my way home.
Her eyes land on my face and widen. In half a dozen strides, she’s across the room, her hands cupping my jaw tenderly.
“Oh my god. What happened?” Andie murmurs.
It’s a rhetorical question, her eyes broadcasting that she really doesn’t want to know. I let her shepherd me to the table while she fusses and fetches a first aid kit from one of the kitchen drawers.
Andie cleans up my face, especially my nose and lip, turning her attention to my split and bruised knuckles. I’m not paying much attention to my various aches and pains anymore.
All I’m focused on is that Andie is kneeling between my legs, dressed up like a pretty girl next door, ready for a fourth of July barbeque, smelling like mango and honey.
She packs up the first aid kit when she’s finished, placing it on the table, freezing as my hand reaches out, stroking her silky hair, tied back underneath one ear.
Andie’s eyes flit up to mine, and the kitchen is silent apart from our breathing, which becomes steadily more labored as we stare at each other.
Jesus fuck, I want her so badly. When her tongue darts out, tracing along her lower lip, I groan, her dilating at the sound.
Still without speaking, Andie’s hands rest on my knees, slowly sliding over my thighs. I can’t tear my eyes away from hers as she reaches my crotch, her fingers deftly unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers.
My lips part as she reaches in and takes out my dick, stroking firmly from base to tip, rolling her thumb over it. Christ. Andie licks her lips and leans forward, still holding my gaze. Sweet baby Jesus.Yes.
My breath comes out in short, sharp pants as her sweet mouth closes around the tip of my dick. Andie’s tongue flutters around, and her eyes dip, to focus on what she’s doing.
Released from her hypnotic gaze, I tip my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as my other hand slides through her hair. I’m in fucking heaven. She runs her tongue along the underside of my dick, taking me deep into her mouth as her hand slips into my trousers to cup and squeeze my balls.
Another groan rips out of me as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat. Like that. Christ, like that. Andie makes a slight choking sound, swallowing as I gasp. I’m definitely in fucking heaven right now, her throat constricting around my dick.
“Feck,leannán,” I growl. Spurred on by my appreciation, Andie bobs her head, occasionally massaging my balls until I can’t fucking take it anymore and explode.
The lass swallows, sitting back, my dick slipping out of her mouth as I stare down at her in shock. She kneels quietly in front of me, sitting back on her heels, her hands resting in her lap as she looks up at me. What a fucking perfect sight.
It might be completely caveman, but I quickly button my dick away, surging to my feet, tugging her up and lifting her, throwing her over my shoulder while she giggles as I carry her to my bed.
Chapter ELEVEN
Andie
Struggling through the door with hands full of groceries, I squeak in surprise at the sight of Connor standing in the kitchen, drinking coffee. He’s not usually home in the middle of the afternoon when I get back from the grocery store, and if he is, he stays out in the mafia cottage.
Immediately, he sets down his mug, springing to grab the bags off me. I could get used to this kind of assistance… No. That’s a bad idea. I can’t get used to anything. I need to separate Connor, my boss, from Connor, my lover in my mind.
