“Nice and slow.”
“I don’t want nice and slow.”
I’ve had that before. I don’t want to be reminded of what I had with George. I want to erase all past experiences, wipe the slate clean, and replace them with new memories that I can hold onto in bed at night before I sleep.
“Tell me what you want, Remy.”
“All of it.” Talking during sex is another first for me. I always thought silence was sacred so that our bodies could do the talking. Who knew it could be so goddamned erotic.
“Too vague.”
“I want to take all of you. I want you to fuck me until I can’t feel my legs.”
He grins. “Your wish is my command, baby.”
His lips find my neck while he slides his shaft all the way inside me. I feel it hit something solid, maybe it’s the bottom of my spine because there isn’t a part of me that doesn’t know it’s there. I feel my slick lubricating my walls. Feel myself clenching around him, my orgasm waiting in the wings to make a reappearance.
“Ready?” he whispers into my ear and sending shivers down my spine.
“Readier than I’ve ever been.”
My fingernails dig into his shoulders when he rams his shaft inside me. My breathing is shallow. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this full and still be so desperate for more.
“More?” Bash is moving inside me anyway, grinding his shaft into me, breaking through the wall that I’d erected for self-preservation, and somehow setting me free.
“Yes.” A whisper. I’m already his.
I wrap my legs around his back and hold him inside me, matching his rhythm until we’re both panting and sweaty and exhausted. When he finally reaches his climax, I realize that he kept his promise. I can no longer feel my legs.
All I feel is a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment as I close my eyes and snuggle against his chest.
3
BASH
She keeps looking at me.
Not while she’s working, but between tables, surreptitious glances from beneath her lashes, a tentative smile that tugs at something deep inside my core. And lower. The kind of reaction that I generally detach myself from in the workplace.
What the actual fuck!
Is my ego that needy that the tiniest bit of attention dives straight into my pants? I’m a successful thirty-something businessman. A few calls, and I could be sitting in my private booth with a runway model within an hour. Not that I make a habit of dating for appearances’ sake; unlike my brother, I go along with it when duty calls, but I’m not okay with that shit. The rest of the world can think exactly what they want about me, and I won’t lose any sleep over it.
But now that I’ve noticed her, my eyes keep seeking her out.
“Good trip?” My stepdad, Terry, has joined me like a ninja all in black, silent until he wants his presence known.
“I got what I went for.”
I just flew back from Dublin on our private jet. My twin brother Cash has been running the Rinse for me while I took care of some business in Ireland with Eoghan Byrne, my brother-in-law.
Terry’s smile is tight. The head of security is a cuddly bear when it comes to family, but here on the casino floor, he doesn’t let the light shine through the cracks. When he met my mom, Moira, he accepted that she came with four sons as a package deal and embraced us all with open arms. Even when my little sister Emily was born, and he carried her around like a precious doll, he still had enough love to accommodate his four stepsons.
His sole request was that we all protect Emily from the knowledge that she was born into an Irish mafia family, and that her dad was the best enforcer in New York City with a reputation that could kill from a hundred paces.
Understandably, he went ballistic when Emily secretly married into a rival Irish mob. I’d never seen him lose his shit before, and I’ve dealt with some angry Bratva pakhans, but even I feared how far he would go to protect his baby girl. Credit to Emily’s husband Eoghan though. He proved his love for my little sister and won Terry over.
And he only suffered a bullet in the shoulder for his endeavors. Still, it could’ve been a lot worse.
