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The lass sucks and strokes my dick with unrestrained passion. The sick part of me, who was always meant to control Ava, wants to ram my cock so far down her throat it bashes in her tonsils. But I’m bucking like a bull captured in a cruel web, Ava’s web. Her tits feel unbelievable, and her warm mouth strangles the crown of me.
My hands coil around her throat. No tightening. Just sitting there where they bloody belong.
Her growl reverberates over my tip. It’s a warning. Feels good, but a warning is a warning. I lightly squeeze her throat then let go. “See, no hands. Work that brilliantfeckingmouth!”
I flash my teeth. I guess it’s a shoddy attempt at my own warning. It feels like I’m driving into her soaking wet cunt. Her sloppy mouth relaxing around my dick sends me over the edge.
I cum hard.
My furious semen drenches Ava’s mouth, breasts, and chest. My index finger glides over her collarbone, and I almost wish my seed was taking root deep inside her womb. But the day Kiera arrived, Ava swore she was infertile. Who’d plan to bring a bairn into the world with anarseholelike me anyway? I’dfeckthewean’slife over.
39
Ava
Late the next morning, I’ve climbed out of Brennan’s twin-sized bed. I’d never felt so close to Kieran in my life until yesterday, teaming up to find Kiera. Sleeping like sardines was the perfect conclusion. I redress in my jeans and shirt. With the sun streaming inside, I survey the teenager’s room. Though hand-me-down wood furniture fills the room, it appears the walls have a fresh coat of paint. There’s a picture of an attractive blond-haired kid in boxing gloves. An A-shirt stretches across his stocky build.
“Way to go, Kiera,” I mumble.
“If you didn’t have the bonniest lips in the world . . .”
A heavenly warmth crawls up my cheeks as I turn toward the door. Kieran’s leaning an elbow on the doorframe, holding a coffee mug in hand. His washboard abs make me want to take back every hit, slap, and bad word I’ve ever said to him.
“Brennan’s a looker, sorry,” I reply with an unapologetic grin.
Rubbing his chin, Kieran muses, “You’ll be sorry soon.”
“Eh, knowing you, the pain will fade . . .”And pleasure will implode.
“Oh, so I need to crank up on the sadism. Duly noted.”
I approach him, taking the coffee from his hands for a sip.
From the kitchen area, Gowan laughs softly. “The two of you toss around a few vows yet?”
I choke on a splash of semi-sweet caffeine.
Kieran clasps my ass. “This one knows I’d follow her to hell before I let her go. You’re a good one, Gowan. Got any advice to convince her I mean my word.”
The old man pulls out a wooden chair, and Ava thanks him, sweeping into the seat. “I’ll tell you, a year ago, I couldn’t even stomach the sight of two peoplehead over arsesfor each other, let alone formulate a word of wisdom. But Ava, I’ll say, this one’s got an entire bag of tricks. He’ll give a girl a pint and pull the wool over her eyes. Long as he makes no promises, bevy in hand, I’d say trust ‘em.”
Kieran laughs, wagging a finger at him. “Oh, I see what you did there. Made me seem like the bad guy.”
“No. This beauty isn’t blind. You’rethe bad guy.I told the truth about your whorish ways, which in your defense, I’m beginning to believe have passed.”
As the guys laugh, I pour from the old-school electric coffee maker. Gowan flits around the kitchen, waving away our attempts not to feed us breakfast. He multitasks while placing clothes into a washer next to the sink and zips around to grab a fork to whisk eggs.
As we’re digging in, Kiera stumbles off the couch. Although fully dressed, she wraps a knit blanket around her and slides in next to me.
After a lengthy yawn, her first words are, “When did Brennan—”
“Oh,” Kieran groans. “I’m not ready tofeckinghear you’re into the opposite sex.”
She jeers. “Like I was saying, Uncle Gowan, when did Brennan . . .”
Clearing my throat, I hide a smile and say, “Maybe no moreunclereferences.”
Kiera drops the spoon she was dipping into the oatmeal. “Gross.”
