Ouch, that’s going to leave a mark.
She goes to kick him again, but I pull her against me instead, her back pressed to my front with my arms around her. I need her around me, and me around her, for the next week . . . no, month—I take that back . . . forever.
“No more of that, mo mhuirnín.” I press a kiss to the spot on her temple where the arsehole had the barrel of his gun pressed against her soft skin. “We’ll leave the rest to the professionals.”
“Huh?” Saylor blinks up at me in confusion.
“We got this covered, sweetheart.”
I turn us both so she can see who has just stepped up behind us. Tadhg, Declan, and Cian.
The O’Carroll family assassin, his head of security, and his right hand man.
“Saylor, I’d like to formally introduce you to a few of the other very important people to me. The blonde knucklehead on the left is Tadhg. He is Fergus’s younger brother and number two. He’s married to Remi.”
“Nice to meet you.” she says with a small wave.
“Likewise.” He nods his head. “Remi has said nothing but nice things about you.”
I continue down the line. “The giant in the middle is Declan. He is Tadhg’s head of security, just like I am for Fergus.”
“Hi there.”
Declan is silent, but nods back as well.
“And last but not least, the red-headed degenerate yahoo on the right is my older brother, Cian. Remember I told you about him the other night? He also works for Tadhg.”
“You two are brothers?” Saylor flicks her gaze back and forth between me and my brother. “You look nothing alike. Where did the red hair come from?”
“Our ma.”
“It’s actually Corrin who got the freak bald hair genes from somewhere way up on the family tree. He started going bald back in the ninth grade. The rest of us all have full heads of hair.” Cian runs a hand through his locks and flashes a too bright smile at my lady.
“Alright. That’s enough outta you, big brother.” I wave dismissively at him, then crowd up behind her and wrap my arms around Saylor’s waist. “Don’t listen to him and all thatnonsense, mo mhuirnín. Did I tell you that Cian is currently accepting applications? He is in desperate need of a lady friend. He can’t seem to keep one interested long enough to stick around with his grumpy ass. So if you’ve got any single friends, we should hook them up.”
“Hey now,” Cian grumps, crossing his arms. “I am happy as a clam to be single as a Pringle. Don’t be trying to marsh my mellow, baby brother. I’ll find her whenever she comes around.”
I can tell he’s trying to act all tough and macho, because that’s the kind of men we were raised to be, but I know he is just as lonely as I was before I found my spitfire. It wasn’t too long ago that Cian had a woman stashed away in almost every major city across the country, but if the squawking I’ve been hearing has any truth behind it, he’s been cutting them free for longer than I had previously realized. Maybe he is really hoping and waiting for the one.
Having enough of all the testosterone in this hallway, I announce that it’s time for me to get Saylor home. “Let’s let these guys get to work.”
“Make him swim with the fishes, boys.” Saylor’s flash of anger has us all freezing at her words, shocked she is being so bold with what she’s saying out loud.
“God I love you, álainn.” I scoop her up and carry her out the back door before setting her in the back seat of our waiting SUV. Climbing in after her, I nod to Padraig to drive us home, then bring her back into my arms and silence any words she has to say by locking her lips to mine.
There’s no need for words right now, only kisses.
Her skin is soft and silky as we lounge in the giant soaker tub in our bathroom. I trace my fingertips over every curve, every line, every inch of Saylor that I can reach from my position behind her. The water ripples with every move we both make.
Saylor arches her back as I glide my hands up her stomach and finally get her nipples between my fingers. A flash of desire sparks between us and I thrust my hardness up to slide between the globes of her ass cheeks.
The hard nubs of her chest call to me as I gently twist and pluck at her nipples until she drops her hands into the water with a splash and drags her nails along my thighs. The sharp pain isn’t what makes me release her breasts, it’s the need to fuck her and make her mine once again.
I snake my arms down along Saylor’s legs until I can grab her under her knees. Lifting and spreading her legs wide, I drape her ankles over the edge of the tub, and tell her to keep them right there.
“Don’t move your legs or this will all be over,” I growl into her neck.
“Yesssss,” she whispers as she also grabs hold of the tub’s edge with her hands. “Fuck me, please.”
