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FiveYearsLater
"Fuck, little one," I groan, writhing against the wall as Catriona takes me deep into her mouth before pulling back to start all over again. She tortures me, running her tongue along my shaft and humming in pleasure. Her small hand cups my balls, the nails of her other hand digging into my thigh through my slacks.
Fuck, she's perfect. Somehow, she gets even better at this every fucking time she does it. After five years, she still manages to blow my mind every time she gets her hands or her mouth on me. My little rabbit is insatiable. There aren't many days when she isn't a horny little thing.
Even now, she's dying to fuck. She just had our baby girl a month ago and hasn't been cleared for sex, but she's got her hand down my pants at every available opportunity. Telling her no is impossible, especially since she keeps my fucking dick hard. I live and breathe for this woman.
She rolls my balls between her fingers.
"Goddamn," I growl, my stomach going concave. "I'm going to come."
She hums in delight, greedily taking me deeper. I hit the back of her throat…feel it close around the head of my cock as she swallows. And then I'm thrusting down her throat.
"Ah, fuck!" I shout, delirious with pleasure. I rock my hips, fucking her throat as cum shoots up my shaft. My world goes black, the orgasm blinding me. Blood rushes in my ears in a torrent of sound. All I see is her; all I feel is pleasure.
She swallows every drop I give her, leaving me plastered against the fucking wall and breathing hard. Her proud smile and bright eyes have my dick twitching before he's even fully soft. She wipes beneath her eyes, meeting my gaze.
"Beautiful," I growl, dragging her into my arms to kiss the shit out of her.
She squeals, trying to wiggle free. "You're going to mess up my lipstick!"
"Little one, I already fucked up your lipstick," I mutter against her lips. "Half of it is on my cock right now."
"Darn it," she huffs, elbowing me in the ribs. "I have things to do today."
Of course she does. Nothing slows Catriona down for long. We have three little ones and a brand-new baby, but Catriona never stops. She's full of energy and eager to experience everything life has to offer. After spending so long living under the oppressive thumb of the Vipers, she loves the freedom she has here.
Even though she doesn't need to work, she spends two mornings a week at Gatsby's Books on Main Street. She divides the rest of her time between helping me out at Romano and staying home with the kids. Not that they are home often. Between the playdates, coffee dates, shopping excursions, and other adventures, their days are full. They're at the clubhouse more than I am most weeks.
I fucking love seeing it.
My wife is thriving. Two days after she confronted Connor, Fifth let us know that she wasn't on the radar concerning the investigation. It was a weight off her shoulders. She celebrated by planning a giant Thanksgiving celebration for all my brothers and their families. She said if she was going to be part of our family, she wanted to do it right. The Vipers were spotted in Silver Spoon Falls a few times, but they never got their hands on anyone. They never even got close.
A few weeks later, the feds moved in. By Thanksgiving, they were all in jail. Most of them are still there and will be for a long time. Connor…well, Connor had a few surprises up his sleeve that no one saw coming, Catriona least of all. He was working as an informant to bring the Vipers down. He had been since they started trafficking drugs for the Savages. When Catriona left, he knew it was the best thing for her. The day she went back to confront him, he was trying to protect her the best way he knew how.
Things aren't always what they seem, and people have a way of surprising you. He certainly surprised the fuck out of me. He still did a little time. Far less than anyone else. But Catriona got her brother back. Their relationship is solid.
He and I are a work in progress, and we probably always will be. We've hashed out a lot of shit along the way, but I still don't entirely trust him with her. I may never trust him with her. He did the right thing in the end, but he's still the one who got her into the shit in the first place. She's too goddamn important, and I know exactly how many tears she cried over him. I held her through most of them.
Oddly, he and Giant get along great. He doesn't spend much time around the rest of the MC, though. Like me, they're slow to trust. Especially Cash and Cowboy. It's one thing to hurt us. But when you hurt the women we love, all bets are off. He may have been working as an informant, but Kyra still got hurt. There are no free passes for that bullshit…and second chances are damn hard to come by.
"What are you doing today, rabbit?" I watch as she sets about fixing her lipstick, muttering under her breath about me messing it up…as if I'm the one who took my dick out of my pants and put it in her mouth. Not that I'm going to remind her of that or anything. Are you kidding me? I'm not a complete idiot.
"Stuff," she says.
"What kind of stuff?" I ask, narrowing my eyes in suspicion as I tuck my dick back into my pants.
"Stuff," she says again. "Mind the business that pays you, Andreas Romano."
I pluck her tube of lipstick from her hand and quickly shove the cap back on before tossing it toward my dresser.
"I was using that!" she protests.
"What stuff, Catriona Romano?" I growl, getting up in her personal space. I love my wife beyond all reason. She's the reason my heart beats. I'd fight the armies of heaven and hell for her without hesitation. But she's lost her damn mind if she thinks she's leaving this room without telling me what she's doing today.
Iknowmy wife. She's curious and spontaneous and so damn brave. She acts before she thinks and gets in over her head. In short, she's the sole reason I'm going gray. There's not a chance in hell she's leaving this room without fessing up.
"I'm taking dirty pictures on your motorcycle!" she cries.
