Mac grinned and shook his head. He backed out of the space and drove out of the garage onto the street. He didn’t ask me where to; he knew were Caity was, same as I did.
He pulled up in front of Sal’s house and got out. He opened my door and helped me climb out. We’d made it to the steps when the front door opened.
“It’s about fuckin’ time.”
“Fuck you,” I returned, not hiding my grin. “She here?”
“Yeah,” Sal sighed. He held the door open while I hobbled up the stairs. “You got any clothes?”
When I made it to the top, I looked at him. “Why?”
“I figure it’s gonna take you a few days to convince her to go with you. I’m just glad you’re in no condition to fuck. I can’t live in a house where you fucked my sister.” Sal’s body visibly shook, and Mac laughed behind me.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?”
Sal shrugged, and Mac announced, “I’ll go. Be back in a bit.”
I moved inside still irritated with Sal and his vulgar description of what Caity and I had. Had I fucked her? Multiple times, but the first time we were together we’d made love. It was the nail in my coffin when it came to my obsession with Caity O’Malley.
Almost thirty years ago...
I lifted her off the floor and her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bed. She deserved more than a quick fuck against the wall. I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to keep her all fucking night because I knew when morning came it would be over.
I’d never have her again.
I laid her down and my body covered hers. I took her mouth with a possessiveness I couldn’t control. She was mine. I didn’tcare that she was married. I didn’t care that she was my best friend’s little sister.
Caity O’Malley would be mine from this point forward. There would never be another woman who would own my heart the way she did. Never be another woman who would fill my soul.
Tomorrow she would take a piece of me with her. A piece I would never recover.
I trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder, to her breasts. Taking a lace covered nipple in my mouth, I sucked hard. Her back arched up, and I slid my hands underneath her to unhook her bra. She slid it from her arms and tossed it to the floor.
“Cian, please,” she moaned when I scissored her nipple between my teeth. Her hands pulled at my hair, and I chuckled.
“So impatient,banphrionsa.”
I kissed down her stomach. Her body shivered beneath me, and I wondered if the tremors were in anticipation or fear.
My dick was uncomfortably hard, but I knew if I removed my pants, I’d dive in and never climb back out. I was already torturing myself by being here. I didn’t know how I’d walk away.
I settled between her legs, my tongue charting a searing path along the waist of her lace panties. I ran a finger over her pussy, feeling the moisture seeping through the lace. Then I pulled them to the side and slipped my tongue between her lips.
“Fuck, Ci!” she shouted.
She raised her knees, planting her feet on the bed to lift her ass, pressing her pussy against my face. I took it as a sign of encouragement and doubled down, adding pressure, fucking her with my tongue.
I slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned as her pussy tightened around the digit. Adding a second finger, her moans grew louder.
It was all for me. Every moan, every whimper I could pull from her full lips was mine. They would always be mine.
I continued my assault as her body writhed on the bed. I loved hearing her beg me. She had no idea what being here meant to me. How many late-night fantasies she’d starred in. How many times I’d come in my hand thinking about all the dirty fucking ways I wanted to use her body.
“Come for me, Caity. Let me have what’s mine and only mine.”
My tongue lapped at her clit while my fingers fucked her pussy. A few more minutes and she was screaming my name as her body tensed and she arched off the bed.
She flooded my mouth and fuck if I didn’t almost come myself.
