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Declan
Ileanedbackwitha sigh and took a swig of the scotch. Dante and Serena hadn’t been here just to make a house call.
They had been here to let us know that there was talk of a new gang on the streets that was an expansion from another area up north.
They were violent and looking to prove themselves and that was the last thing we needed after the incident with the Moretti war.
I ran my hand over the back of my neck as I looked at my computer screen, waiting for the details to come up from the name Dante had given me.
Liam had already been called in on the case after a brutal death was done in a public area. The families were on high alert and I knew it was only a matter of time before Benjamin got the call from our favorite watcher, Katerina.
“Hey. You have been in here all night.” I looked up at Connor who was freshly shaven, standing there in nothing but his grey sweats.
“Sorry. I just wanted to get ahead of this before it becomes a bigger problem.” I said as I took another sip of my drink.
He shifted, muscles bunching and making his tattoos shift. In the dim light, they looked as if they moved.
He had a new one over his heart, another skull with the Madden signature clover but this time it had flowers intertwined with all our names as the stems.
He smiled, seeing where my gaze had landed as he pushed off the doorframe and walked towards me, closing the door behind him.
“I think you need to relax,” Connor said, his hand running up the length of my arm, fingertips brushing my neck softly before he began kneading my shoulders.
I closed my eyes and let the tension flow from my body, Connor’s expert hands firm and warm through my shirt.
“And you plan on helping me to relax, do you?” I purred, reaching up to grab his hand and kiss it.
We had come a long way these past few months, embracing our relationship with each other with more openness and acceptance between us.
“Of course, Daddy.” Connor teased I snarled before he continued his massaging and kissed the side of my neck.
Connor reached around to grab my glass, took a sip, put it back down gently then spun me around in the chair. He gripped both arms of the chair, arms caging me in before he leaned in to kiss me.
I loved when Connor took control, oh I never gave it over completely, my own need for dominance couldn’t handle it but Connor was no pushover and often needed to remind me that he willingly gave up the control I craved.
I opened my mouth to him, letting him in, and was surprised when the rush of liquid hit my tongue. Connor hadn’t swallowed the scotch and something about him spitting it into my mouth clawed at the primal side of me.
I groaned before reaching up to cup his face and pull him closer, deepening the kiss.
“You owe me for today, Dec. You left me all alone with our daughters’ dirty nappy.” He whispered and I brushed the backs of my fingers over his cheek softly.
“Hmm. Well, I did promise you that I would make up for that, didn’t I?” I crooned then gripped his face, watching the split moment of emotions warring in his eyes.
It was one of my favorite moments to watch in our intimate times. The second where Connor the man, Connor the killer who took orders from no one and was as dominant as the rest of us, fought the internal battle with Connor the lover.
It was the moment I knew just how much he trusted me, how much he loved me and I would forever cherish that, just as I did with Elsie.
“Have you been a good boy?” I teased and Connor rolled his eyes until I gripped his face firmer and forced him to look at me.
I traced my tongue over his lips, tasting the spicy bite of the scotch that still lingered there. He shivered and closed his eyes. When he opened them, I knew it was the lover there, his eyes wide with lust as he looked at me.
“Of course.” He whispered and I hummed my approval. My cock was already hard, anticipating the pleasure that we both had been desperately seeking.
Having a child in the house meant sex was harder to come by these days. Oh, the teasing was still there and in some ways the anticipation and build-up were delicious but that didn’t satisfy the itch.
“What do you want, funny boy?” I questioned and he cupped my cock in his hand, squeezing.
