Like I expected, Conor and Cian have their heads bowed down in front of their iPad, watching some YouTuber play a game I’m sure one of us has already bought for them. My nephews are also glued to the screen beside them, laughing away at whatever idiocy is happening in the video. I then pull away from my boys and scan the perimeter for my little rose. I grin when I catch Roisin on top of Colin’s lap, placing her toy tiara on his head, so he’s appropriately dressed for the tea party she wants to have with him and her dolls and teddy bears.
Ten years ago, I might have told you that the chances of seeing my big, brooding cousin pretend to have tea with inanimate objects while wearing a tiara on his head was as likely as seeing pigs fly over the Charles River. But as the years have passed, stranger and more miraculous things have happened. Enjoying St. Paddy’s Day with a sworn enemy by my side, for one.
Alejandro takes another pull of his drink, looking as relaxed in my home as he would feel in his.
And why wouldn’t he be?
The treaty did much more than guarantee a ceasefire between us and declare peace. It broadened our horizons and entangled all of us in such a way that the outcome of it could only have been one. Where before we saw a foe, now we cherish as kin.
If that isn’t a fucking miracle, then I don’t know what is.
When a sweet melodic laugh rings out in the night, my eyes go right to its source and find my wife laughing at something her beloved brother, Francesco, must have said. Wearing my preferred red, while everyone else wears green, she stands out from the rest.
Like a moth to a flame, my penetrating gaze calls her to me, and in an instant, she excuses herself from her brother and sashays those fucking gorgeous hips of hers my way. When she’s close enough, I grab her wrist and pull her down to lie on top of me. I silence her shriek of surprise with a kiss, and all too soon she melts into my embrace.
“I’ll leave you to it, Kelly. It’s about time I tend to my own flower,” Alejandro states with mirth in his voice as he goes in search of his wife.
“I think you made my brother uncomfortable,” she teases, giving me a little love tap on my chest.
“Nothing he hasn’t seen before.” I shrug, nonchalant.
“True. But even you have to admit that seeing his younger sister getting groped and fondled isn’t anything a brother wishes to witness up close and personal. Speaking of which, where is Iris by the way? You said the fireworks were going to start at eight on the dot, and I haven’t laid eyes on her in hours. She’ll miss the show.”
When I scan my rooftop and see that it’s also three Bratva men short, I relax.
“My sister is smarter than any one of us. She knows the real fireworks that are worth their weight in gold happen behind closed doors.”
“Is that so?” She arches a flirtatious brow.
“Aye, wife. It is. If our kids weren’t here, I’d show you.”
“We’re not exactly behind closed doors now, are we?” She giggles, rubbing her ass cheek against my already hard cock.
“Keep doing that, and I’ll call this party off just to fuck you on my roof so all our neighbors can watch.”
“I think our neighbors have seen enough throughout the time we’ve lived here. I doubt you could shock them anymore.”
“Hmm,” I hum, skating my thumb over her full bottom lip. “I hear a challenge, wife. And you know how much I like those.”
Her breathing quickens, her eyes becoming so hooded they hide the small golden flecks in them. It’s when my siren of a wife licks her lips and then not-so-discreetly sucks on my thumb that I know she’s game for whatever I’m thinking.
I’m seconds away from lifting up her dress and pulling my cock out when the fireworks commence and stop me in my tracks. As luck would have it, someone turns the patio lights off so we can fully enjoy the thirty-minute fireworks display, and by my count, that gives me plenty of time to demonstrate to my wife that our nosy neighbors are yet again in for one hell of a show. She should know me well enough by now that I never back down from a challenge.
With everyone’s eyes on the sky, backs turned to us, my hands begin to trail up her skirt.
“Tiernan, what are you doing?” she half-pants, half-pleads.
“Shh, acushla,” I whisper in her ear while I make sure our kids are on the other side of the roof, too enraptured by the sounds and vibrant colors being launched into the sky.
I can’t help the smirk that comes out when my fingers find her pussy bare and wanting. My wife gave up on wearing panties years ago. Before she made that wise decision, not a day went by that one of us didn’t end up ripping them to shreds, getting them off her.
She lets out the softest of moans when my cock sheathes itself inside her. As if her wanton cries of pleasure were a beacon to them, Colin and Shay look over their shoulders and catch me in the act. Shay cackles his approval while putting an arm around Javier and walking him further to where my boys and nephews are. Colin swings Roisin off his lap, firmly placing her on his broad shoulders and walking over to where Shay is, making sure I have all the privacy I need from our guests and kids, so I can fuck our woman properly and without restraint.
“Cristo,” my wife breathes out as my thrusts start to speed up, hitting every nerve ending inside her.
My beautiful Rosa’s gentle wails begin to grow louder as glorious light illuminates the sky above us, its thunderous noise camouflaging the ones she’s making riding my cock.
This.
This is as close as a devil like me will ever get to heaven.
And I’ll never be cast out of paradise again.
I’ll make sure of it.
I’ll burn everything to ashes before anyone dares to even think they can come for me and mine.
If the world trembled in fear of the Mafia Wars, then they should shudder in utter terror at what Colin, Shay, and I could do if anyone tries to steal our rose.
May God have mercy on whoever tries.
Because I’ll never give them any.
The End
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