My grandfather did not know about Reagan, so certainly not about this plan. He was a very rigid man, and he was antiquated in his thoughts. He was also incredibly dangerous, and knowinghe led a powerful faction of the Irish Mafia not just in Dublin but also in New York and Boston made him that much more feared amongst his men. And, he was also feared amongst those who knew the Brannington name and what it meant.
Reagan was not one of those, or if she was, she had never let on that she did. I doubted she got much time away from this place other than school. For her, she attended a public one, so we never got to see each other during the day. After classes, she would then spend several hours helping her mother and sister with chores and things around the school. I had yet to meet either of them, but that was because a relationship like ours would be frowned upon, and even forbidden. That only made it sexier, according to my flaming siren.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I heard, and I whirled around to find Reagan standing there in a long T-shirt and what I suspected was a pair of short shorts underneath.
Her nipples were hard and poking through the cotton fabric, so I knew she had on no bra. The least amount of clothing between us was always preferred. For me, I had nothing on but a pair of shorts, and I would have them off in seconds.
She rushed into my arms, and I quickly wrapped mine around her. Leaning in, I inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo, which was always the same. It smelled of jasmine, vanilla, and something she told me was passion fruit. Very unique in scent, it fit the girl who used it perfectly.
“I’ve missed you,” I said to her as she melded herself against me.
“I’ve missed you, too. In fact, it’s the main reason I came tonight.”
“What do you mean?” I asked her as concern filled my voice.
“My sister hasn’t been feeling well, so I’ve been helping my mother tend to her,” was all she said.
I knew her sister got sick a lot. Reagan never really liked to talk much about her sibling or her mother. She actually talked more about her father because it was someone she had barely known. I had also lost my parents, so our mutual grief had been something that first bonded us together. Reagan always told me that I needed to know when I needed to know, so I didn’t pry about her sister or anyone else.
“I’m glad you did decide to come. I don’t think I could leave New York for the summer without giving you a proper goodbye until I come back next year.”
Classes were almost done, and next week it would be time to take our finals. After, I was being shipped back to Dublin along with my cousin as we learned more about the family business. So far, we had learned basic things about the mob, but I sensed the more dangerous part of our training was coming soon, and maybe even this very summer.
I loved Ireland, and while it would be nice to be back in my native land, I would miss Reagan, and I suspected by how tightly she was holding me that she would miss me as much. Lowering my head, I brushed my lips over hers, back and forth, until hers parted. As soon as they did, I thrust my tongue inside.
Reagan’s mouth moved against mine, tentatively at first, before her remembered confidence kicked in. The moment it did, she clutched at my arms, then deepened the kiss. She tasted so sweet, and as my hands slid down her back, she moaned against my lips, now sounding as sweet.
We stood there for several minutes kissing under the starry sky. There was a full moon as well, and it allowed a wider swath of light to shine over her, not that she needed it. Reagan was, and always would be, my shining jewel. She was my present, and would one day be my future. Reagan Brannington had a nice ring to it, and once school was officially over, I would literallyput one on her finger. After all, she was my soulmate. My Anamchara.
I finally pulled away, and her blue eyes raised to mine. “My mother might wake up soon, so we should?—”
“Say no more,” I said to her as I took her hand and led her over to the end of the pier, where I had not only placed a blanket down, but a large pillow as well.
Reagan slipped off the T-shirt, and a groan escaped as I realized she had nothing on underneath except for her panties. She went to pull them down, but I motioned for her to get onto the blanket instead. She lowered herself down onto it, and I joined her. Within seconds, I had Reagan on her back with those long legs of hers spread apart.
There was a damp spot in the center of her thong, and wanting to get her completely naked, I hooked my fingers under the waistband, then leaned in and slowly rolled it down her legs, kissing her softly as I did so. Before long, I got naked as well, then looked down at her.
Reagan was already running two fingers through her slit. She had gone from a scared virgin to a wanton slut for me in a matter of months. I loved that she loved to touch herself, and sometimes when we were unable to be together, we would touch ourselves and text one another. Tonight, there was no need to imagine each other’s presence because we were finally together once more.
Not wanting to waste this time, I moved farther down her body, then draped her legs over my broad shoulders. From there, I buried my head between her thighs and drew out a garbled cry the moment my tongue touched her clit. I suspected that if we were ever to be able to be together without sneaking around, she would be much louder than she was now. It didn’t matter to me though as she was still vocal, even if in a more hushed tone.
I ran my tongue down her slit, speared her with it, before licking even lower. She was gripping my head as I ate at her flesh, then she dug her nails into my scalp the moment I inserted three fingers inside of her. Using my mouth to attack her clit, I fingered her spot, which made her writhe beneath me.
I loved to pleasure her in this way, and the only thing better was when she returned the favor. I knew she would want to tonight, but first I needed to make her come. Intensifying my efforts, it didn’t take long for her to whisper my name before letting go. As she climaxed on my fingers, I quickly removed them, then used my tongue to lap up the rest of her essence.
After, I crawled back up her body and fused my mouth to hers. She continued to cling to me while rubbing herself against me. I was hard as iron at the moment, and as the head of my cock nudged the spot my fingers and mouth had just been, I thrust forward and filled her completely.
I needed to hear her cries as I started to move, so I ripped my mouth away and began to kiss and bite my way down her neck. She was vocal, chanting my name in between small gasps and mewling whimpers when I would hit a specific spot inside of her. Reagan and I fit together so perfectly, which was another reason I knew we were meant for one another. Something that felt this right could never be wrong, no matter what others might think.
“Being balls deep inside of you is my favorite place to be,” I rasped against her earlobe after I kissed my way back up her face. I bit down on the lobe, drawing another cry from her.
“I love you so much,” she whispered to me as I continued to drive into her.
She drove me crazy, but in the best of ways. There was never any anger or tension between us. There was always simply pleasure and need, and the former was what I wanted to give her now. I raised one of her legs, then shifted my body just enough to change the angle of penetration.
“It’s crazy how much I love you too, Anamchara. How in the hell am I going to go more than a month without seeing you...talking to you...fucking you...How in the hell am I going to not jack my fucking dick raw thinking of being inside of you just like this?”
“I’ll think of us like this too, Cillian. You’re so...fuck, I’m going to...Cillian!” she cried out moments before she came.
