I leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss so hot that it made the walls of her pussy start to flutter.
“That’s it, Caity,” I muttered against her mouth.
I reached my hand between us and strummed her clit. It was all she needed to go off like a rocket. The moment her pussyclamped down on me, I exploded inside her, painting her walls with my cum.
The euphoria didn’t last when her words from the other night came back to me and I remembered all the time we’d lost. The babies we’d never have.
I leaned over her, my face buried in her neck. “I love you, Caity.”
Chapter Twenty
Caity
Weeks had passed since Cian fucked me on my father’s desk. After helping me clean up the office, he took me home, promising to send some of his men over to clean the rest of the house.
I’d wanted to do it myself. I’d wanted to return my home to what it was before. But it didn’t matter what I wanted. I’d been living with Cian ever since.
Maddie came over a few times a week to have dinner with us. She and I talked about Henry and Salvatore. We talked about what she wanted to do with her life. But something felt off.
Maddie had always been quiet. I knew that was my fault. Nolan was never a father to her. I guess now I knew why. Though I still didn’t know when he’d found out or how long he’d known.
Did he know from the beginning? Or did he find out when he learned about Henry?
I guess we’d never know because my brother shot him in the head. Then, if I had to guess, Ronan fed him to the gators.
But Maddie’s quiet was different now. Like she struggled with something she didn’t want to talk to me about. I always thought I had a great relationship with my daughter. But now I knew that wasn’t true. If I did, she would have told me about her husband.
About her child.
To be honest, I shouldn’t be surprised. There was a lot I never told my mother. Now she was gone and all I wanted wasto have a cup of coffee with her at the kitchen table and tell her everything.
I wanted her advice. I wanted her to tell me it was okay to love Cian. That even though no one knew my husband was dead, I was a widow.
I didn’t miss the snide looks from the other wives. It shouldn’t bother me, but I’d always been held to a higher standard. The boss’ daughter and now the boss’ sister.
I’d never had anyone I could confide in. The few times I’d tried, it came back to bite me in the ass.
Ten years ago...
“Hi, Caity,” Delia said as she set her purse on the chair next to her. “I’m so excited for the gala. Do you have your dress?”
“I do,” I answered as I took a sip from my glass.
Delia Rafferty was married to Shane Rafferty. One of Nolan’s captains. We met a few times a month for dinner with a few other wives. I hadn’t wanted to go, but Nolan insisted. He didn’t understand the dynamics of women.
It didn’t matter how much he wanted me to be friends with these women; I never could be. I was the boss’ wife. Anything they said to me could get back to the boss. So everything we discussed was superficial.
Not that I would ever betray their confidence, but I think sometimes they told me things because they hoped I would.
I was their confidante. The one they bragged to about their husband’s accomplishments, hoping I would be in my husband’s ear to garner them a promotion.
I could have told them that would never happen. My husband didn’t care about my opinion. He didn’t love me the way they all assumed he did. He was good at playing his part. Especially at the galas he dragged me to.
I loved charity work; I did. But I was more the get your hands dirty kind of volunteer. Not the kiss the rich donor’s ass kind of volunteer. That was what Nolan was good at. Kissing people’s ass.
Why my father thought he could run the city was beyond me. But even after his death, my brother didn’t make a change. I thought for sure he would look into Nolan, but no, Sal basically ignored New York, letting Nolan do what he wanted.
It wasn’t that I felt abandoned by my brother. He was a constant presence in my life and my daughter’s life. All of them were. But, like I said, Nolan was good at playing his part. And I guess I was too, because no one ever questioned if I was happy.
