“March said it best. ‘When someone makes it into here’”—she touches her heart—“‘they have a hell of a hard time getting out.’”
“Am I the only one in there?” I put my hand over hers.
Fallon shakes her head.
“Aisling, too?” I delicately wonder aloud.
Fallon nods.
I have trouble swallowing. It doesn’t matter how many times I have fantasized about the three of us becoming a family, I never in a million years thought it could happen, and yet here Fallon is, dangling my dream right in front of my face.
“We stick to the plan. Get rid of Ronan, and then neither of us will have to worry about being vulnerable again.”
Fallon smiles at me weakly. “Is it that simple?”
“Yes.” I’m all confidence.
“We’ll see.”
“I won’t stop trying until he’s dead, or I am,” I vow. For my daughter’s sake, and Fallon’s.
“How about we stop talking about icky things like death and emotions, and take advantage of the precious alone time?” Fallon slides her hand down and wraps it around my cock. It was only semi-hard before, now it’s saluting the general.
“I can get on board with that plan.” I groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Fallon laughs, catching on to my little joke. “I think you said you missed my mouth here.” She rolls me onto my back and goes down, swallowing me whole.
“Oh God, fuck, Jesus, yes.”
13
Fallon
“Nollaig Shona Duit!”Declan exclaims as he throws Aisling in the air, and she giggles in hysterics.
We let the little mess maker rip apart all the wrapped presents when she woke up last night. We figured it would be better since we needed to leave before dawn for the private airport this morning.
“I didn’t know you spoke Irish.”
“Nah, I don’t. Not really. Just know a few words and sayings here and there.”
“Well, what does . . . whatever the hell you just blurted out mean?”
“Happy Christmas, basically. Or how you Americans say Merry Christmas.” Declan straps Aisling into her car seat. We had to leave most everything behind. But we let Aisling take a few small toys, including her stuffed bunny and a penguin dressed as Santa Claus.
I pull away from the trailer, not going to miss it at all.
“Kind of a shame,” Declan comments.
“What is?”
“Leaving everything behind.”
“Don’t worry. I took care of it.”
“Did you?”
“Let’s just say, there are some friends of yours whose kids are going to have an extra merry Christmas.”
