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“Fight me, baby. Fight me like you would have if this was the first night we met.” Her brows pinch, but then I can see the moment she understands me because she gets this fiery, devilish glint in her eye.
Suddenly she’s pushing back against me, wriggling as I cage her in and fuck her harder. “Is that the best you can do,a chuisle?You’re just fucking yourself harder on my cock,” I tease, and she groans, swatting her hands back behind her, grabbing for me.
I gather her swinging wrists up in my hand and pull them tight behind her back, then shove her head back down onto the counter. She’s immobilized beneath me, getting fuckingrailed. “You look gorgeous from every angle, but this just may be my favorite.”
She huffs indignantly and tries to fight my hold. The flush on her cheeks from arousal and exertion is so fucking erotic it makes the tension in my groin double, so I punch into her with sharp, short thrusts.
“Oh god, oh fuck,”she cries, and I release her wrists to cover her mouth. Everyone may know what we’re doing in here, but they don’t get to hear it. Those pretty sounds are for my ears only.
She bites down on my finger and I groan in pain, but keep my hand tight over her mouth, muffling her screams of pleasure. My orgasm builds, my balls drawing tight. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. Taking daddy so fucking well. Be a good girl and come on daddy’s cock. Come with me,a chuisle.”
She slides a hand between her thick thighs and pleasures herself. Her moans are warm puffs of air against my hand, and I love it, love having this effect on her. Breaking her down to a hot, moaning mess.
I throw her dress higher over her ass and slap her bare skin hard. She jolts forward but immediately pushes back again. I spank her, alternating cheeks, getting harder and harder until her pussy starts clenching and throbbing around me.
“That’s it, give it to me. Give it to me, you fucking slut, give it to—ah!”Her orgasm crests and milks my cock, drawing my own release from me with vicious force. “Fuck, fuck—”Her cunt continues to squeeze my dick, and I fill her up with a roar.
I drop my hand from her mouth as I catch myself with both hands on the counter. “Fuck, baby.” I pant. She’s equally out of breath, a sweet trickle of sweat beading down her neck.
We slowly stand together, and she shimmies her panties back up and gives me a knowing smirk. “Gotta keep every ounce.” I growl possessively as I straighten myself, knowing she’s about to sit through dinner with our friends and family leaking my cum. And damn if that doesn’t ignite something primal in me.
“Just one more thing.” I grab her hand and pull a small jewelry box from my pocket. I set it in her palm, and she looks up at me with a love I’m learning to believe I deserve. She opens the box and holds up the dainty gold chain. It’s just like Beth’s necklace, but instead of beauty, it saysa chuisle.
Her eyes brim with water and I squeeze her face between my hands. “You’re the blood that pumps in my veins, the pulse of my heart, and I am forever yours.”
Harlow
It’s the night before the official re-reopening of the Den, and Stella helped me organize a welcome-home dinner for Cash. We pushed a few tables together in the middle of the restaurant and served all the food family style. It’s the closest thing to a family dinner I think I’ve ever had. There are his brothers and Stella of course, but also Roman, Alfie, and Quincy.
Once the port has been poured and the dinner plates cleared, Roan clears his throat and clinks his glass. The conversation dies down, and the table’s attention turns to him as he stands. He holds his glass out like a toast, and for some reason I get a chill of nerves. Well, I know the reason. Things have been a bit rocky with the Fox brothers since I horrifically ruined the first reopening, but I think things are on the mend. Cash must sense my unease and he places a palm on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze.
His eyes are straight ahead on his brother, but I take in his profile. The soft slope of his nose and the tight fade of his hair. The faint freckles that almost seem to contradict the dark swirls of ink coming up his chest and neck. He’s beautiful. And he’s all mine. I thumb the new necklace hanging on my collarbone with a wave of appreciation.
“I want to welcome home my brother,” Roan begins. “Cash, it was nice while it lasted, but we always knew we’d never be able to get rid of you.” The table laughs, and Cash gives him a nod while taking a sip.
“But really, I’d like to toast to Harlow.” My spine straightens, and my heart rate spikes. “I don’t know exactly how you did it, but thank you for bringing our brother home. I would thank you for taking a killer off the streets as well, but in putting away one, you released another.”
I look at Cash and he merely raises his eyebrows as if to say,well it’s true.
“You got us all real good thinking you really were crazy there for a while—”
“I’d say she’s gotta be crazy to love him,” Lochlan pipes up on the other side of Cash and nudges him. Again the table erupts in laughter, and a warmth spills over me.Is this what family feels like?
“Anyway, here’s to Harlow,” Roan finishes up and lifts his glass in the air. Everyone copies him and cheers, and I couldn’t stop myself from blushing if I tried. Especially when Cash grabs my face and kisses me deeply, to which there’s only more applause. I knew the Irish liked to drink, but the Fox brothers alone sound like twenty people.
“Hey, speaking of, how did you pull this off?” Stella asks, leaning forward across the table like she’s eager to hear a big secret.
“Well, it wasn’t too far-fetched because after Beth died and the investigation stalled—now we know why—I may or may not have shown up to the station with air horns once or twice…”
“You didnot,” Stella gasps.
“So, I knew I could convince Saxon and everyone else that I was going off the deep end again. I just needed a way to get him to talk. Which is where I have to thank Roman and Quincy.” I give them both a smile, and they raise their glasses in return. “I knew the Fox family had cops on the payroll, so I had Roman connect me with one. Quincy set up the room for me, brought me into interrogation, and then I let that cocky bastard dig his own grave.”
“Long live the queen!” Cash hollers and stands. I watch in awed admiration as everyone at the table stands and repeatslong live the queen.Emotion lodges in the back of my throat, and my heart swells knowing that I may have lost a friend, but I found a family.
The end.
