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His eyebrows raise. “Tempting.”
“Asshole.” I lean forward and kiss him. “I care about you, okay? Wejustagreed to take us seriously. I don’t want to do long distance and have to visit you in prison.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You better not.”
He hugs me tight. I catch Genna’s look in the rearview mirror—her eyes are rolling and she looks thoroughly disgusted.
Not that I can blame her. This is a truly gross display of emotions, but I can’t help myself. I feel wound up, so tightly charged, and I need to release myself somehow.
Back at the airport, he skips the normal terminal and heads toward the private planes.
Chapter46
Finn
Ifeast on Dara during the flight home. Shane and Genna put on headphones and sit up front.
I shut the privacy curtain, pin my wife down on the fold-out bed, and slip two fingers deep inside her while I suck her clit hard.
She comes once, twice, and finally lays there, sated and sweaty and grinning like an idiot.
“Ireallymissed you,” she says, laughing and stretching. “Also, private planes are awesome.”
“I missed you too.” I pull her into my lap. She wiggles her hips.
“Still hard?” she asks, eyebrows raised.
“For now.” My thumb grazes her low lip. She takes it into her mouth and sucks, lightly licking the tip. “We need to talk first.”
“About what?” She reaches down between her legs and slowly strokes my cock.
Fuck, that feels good. “When we land, we’re heading straight to see my mother.” She pauses. I grip her wrist. “Don’t fucking stop,” I growl.
She keeps going. “Why are we doing that?”
“McLaren’s dead. The vote’s going to happen again. But I need to make sure we’re all good with the family. It’ll help if you’re by my side.” I close my eyes, grunting as she shimmies back onto all fours, pulling down my pants.
“Whatever you need,” she says, licking the tip of my cock, rolling her tongue around the clit and sucking on the precum. “I’ll give you whatever you need.”
“Good fucking girl,” I purr as she begins to suck my cock, head bobbing nice and fast. I moan, watching her pretty lips spread wide, listen to her gag, and come on her tongue like heaven. “Good fucking wife,” I whisper.
* * *
The entire eastwing of the Crowley mansion is my mother’s domain. I take Dara in through the side entrance, this time being careful to avoid the staff. I don’t want my father to know that my wife’s back on my arm. Dara’s looking nervous, but she’s dressed in dark clothes like she’s in mourning.
We find my mother sitting in her lounge drinking wine and chatting on the phone. When I appear in the doorway, she glances over, frowns slightly, notices Dara on my arm, and sighs. “I’ll call you later, Janey. Yes, yes, you too.” She hangs up and slowly stands.
My mother is a stately woman. That’s not an insult. She’s beautiful and full of life, the sort of person that can command attention with nothing more than a flip of her hair. She belongs in staterooms, negotiating with ambassadors and charming prime ministers. My mother is the real force behind the Crowley family’s slow transition from street thugs to titans of industry. Though our industry happens to be crime.
“Mother,” I say, stepping forward. “Dara and I are here to speak with you.”
“I was wondering when you’d show up.” She glances at my wife. “Hello, dear, it’s nice to see you again.”
“You too,” Dara says, sounding meek.
I frown slightly, annoyed by the effect my mother has on people. “We need to talk about my future in this family.”
