I run my hands over my face. “I can’t explain it bro, I just feel like we don’t know the whole story.”
He looks at me. “Whatever you need to figure this out, I’m here.” He gives a single nod then throws his arm over my shoulder pulling me with him to the octagon where our other brothers are. No questions, no doubt. Just trust, trust in me, in my feelings. This is why we’re all so close, we never doubt one another. We never do anything alone, it’s not in our nature. We’re family, we’re brothers.
* * *
“Hey gorgeous, you free tonight?”
I hear her laugh on the other end of the phone. It’s been two weeks since I last saw her, but I know she won’t really hold it against me. “Oh Rory, you don’t call, you don’t write…”
“Babe, I’m sorry, I know it’s no excuse. I’ve just been busy… I need you.”
Nora and I, we fuck, we chat, but we rarely need anyone. So me telling her I need her, she doesn’t hesitate.
“I’m working till eight pm, be at my place when I get there, you know where the key is.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t fucking hide your key out in the open…”
“See you tonight, Rory.” She hangs up without another word. I know she hates me going on at her, but she hides her damn key under a fucking picture above her front door in the apartment complex, and it fucking infuriates me.
I have a whiskey in my hand, and my head tipped back on the sofa, when I hear her key in the lock. When I got here I’d turned on her music, jazz, as usual filtered through the apartment as I took a shower, Now I’m sitting here, in nothing but my jeans waiting for her.
The apartment is dark, save from a lamp in the corner of the sitting room, giving a warm glow over me. She drops her keys on the counter and makes her way to me. I turn to face her, and watch as she strips every item of clothing from her body as she makes her way to me.
Without hesitation she climbs onto my lap, grabbing the glass and downing what was left in it. She leans back placing the glass on the table as I lean forward both hands grabbing her hips and taking a nipple in my mouth. She cries out as I bite down hard, hard enough to break the skin. Her hand flies to my head, gripping my hair, holding me in place. She thrives of this, and tonight, it’s exactly what I need.
I bring one of my hands down to her clit, rubbing and nipping, as I continue to suck and lick and bite her nipple. Her other hand grabs at my nipple, as she twists and pulls. “Fuck…that hurt,” I scold pulling away from hers. Looking up at her she just smiles, “Lay back handsome, let me take care of you.”
She pushes me back then raises a little, undoing the button and the zipper on my jeans. She looks back at me, cocking her head to one side and raising an eyebrow, letting me know I need to lift so she can remove my jeans.
I raise my hips just enough for her to slide my jeans down to mid-thigh, before she gets up and gets to her knees on the floor in front of me, taking my jeans with her. Pulling them off at my feet and pushing them to the side.
Before I even have time to register what is happening, one of her hands is cupping my balls, rubbing and squeezing, as she wraps her lips around my cock and takes my entire length until it hits the back of her throat.
“Fuck…” my hand instinctually goes to the back of her head pushing down as far as she can go, I hold her there until I can feel her choking around my cock. Wrapping my fist around her hair I pull her all the way off, saliva and pre cum drip from her mouth, she just fucking smiles at me and reaches forward to take me again.
Chapter 5
“Please let me stay, Aunt Bernie and Uncle Michael have said I can live with them, da please”
We buried our Grandpa only yesterday and I watch as Aoife pisses Da off more and more with every word that comes out of her mouth. She’d been warned to behave, my brothers and I had told her she had to let Da and Ma grieve, in peace even fucking Niamh tried telling her. But would she listen? She’s a fucking spoiled teenager who thinks the world owes her for being ‘dragged to New York’ as she puts it.
“Da please…why can’t I?”
“I said no Aoife, please just fucking go upstairs will ya, leave me be,” Da yells at her.
“Urgh, I hate you, you’re so selfish, you dragged us to New York and now you won’t let me stay here with my friends.”
“AOIFE…” I race into the room, Ronan and Killian hot my heels, we stand between Aoife & Da. We’ve noticed over the last couple of years he’s started to get angrier and angrier, yelling shouting, even belting us, I mean it’s not like we haven’t sometimes deserved it, because believe me we did. But Da had never hit any of us until about four years ago. We still don’t know what brought it on, but he lashed out belting Connor across the face, he stormed out of the room leaving us all sitting there stunned.
“Aoife go to your room…”
“No Killian, why does he have to be so…”
“Enough, Go. To. Your. Room,” Killian tells her through gritted teeth. We all watch her as she stomps out of the room and up the stairs, Niamh trailing after her.
I turn back to Da, his head is low, he looks tired. Not just the, not had enough sleep kind of tired, but the tired of life kind of tired.
“Da…” Killian steps forward, kneeling at his side, Ronan and I stay rooted to the spot. “She doesn’t mean it, she’s a teenager, she’s just lashing out…”
