Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt his mood change, like when the clouds cover the sun, and everything becomes as stormy as his eyes. He became more possessive somehow, and so did his hand as it came over my womb. The heat from his palm seemed to seep into my skin. He slipped his finger out, pulled me toward him, and sitting on his ass, entered me in a stroke that was as slow as his finger. His arm came around my front, and he started to tease my nipple.
“Mmmm.” What he was doing to me was so hot and delicious. I was losing my mind.
His free hand came to my chin and held my face in place. “You’re ready to have my baby?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” He thrust so hard, I cried out. “I’m going to fuck you and keep fucking you until you’re filled up and can’t take anymore. I’m going to fuck you until I fill your womb.”
The more we talked about it, the more turned on we were getting. When he bit my neck and started to pump into me, I came around him with a cry. And after he filled me up, he kept pushing inside of me, as far as he could reach.
When I started to go limp, he pulled me to his chest and kept me cradled there. He was holding me so tightly, I could barely breathe.
“What?” I whispered, knowing he was being more protective for some reason.
“I know how this session ended,” he said, his voice rough. “But I want you to pay attention and remember what I’m teachin’ you, Maeve.”
I turned my head a fraction and met his eyes. A droplet of sweat ran from his temple, down his face, down his neck, to his chest. “It’s really going to start soon, isn’t it?”
He nodded.
A day or two later, Cash showed up at our house with men—his brothers-in-laws, I thought—and a trunk full of weapons.
Chapter31
Cian
My wife stood at the window, lookin’ down as Cash and his caravan pulled up to our house. She seemed to breathe easier when she watched as the women he brought along stepped out of the vehicles. Then her eyes narrowed.
“Is that the guy who killed Devin?” she asked.
Cash’s brother-in-law, Lachlan, was the one who was in deep with the Craigs. He had killed Oran’s son, Devin, after Devin and a few of Craig’s men attacked his brother. That left Dermot, the one who wanted my wife—for me.
I looked over her shoulder. “That’s him.”
She nodded to a tall, redheaded woman stretching. “Cash’s wife?”
“I believe so.” The lump in my throat made my voice tight.
My wife studied me in the dreary light. “Talk to me,” she whispered.
I shrugged. “She reminds me of my mam.”
“Her hair?”
“Yeah. It was long like that and fiery red. It had these gold pieces in it. They would spark in the sun. I remember when I was a wee lad, I’d run my hands through it.”
“Do you have pictures of them?” she asked. “Your parents?”
I went to the closet and pulled out a shoebox. I dug through it and found three photos. I handed her the one of the three of us.
She gazed at it, smiling, and lifted it. “How old were you here?”
“Four, maybe five.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and each one I wanted to curse myself for.
“No,” she breathed, lookin’ at me. “Let me feel this. It’s not sad. It’s just…nice, to see you all together. So happy. Look at you!” She beamed at me. “You’re laughing.”
