“Take me, Tiernan. My body and my heart are yours. Always and forever.”
I soak my cock in her juices, making sure it’s well lubricated, and center my crown on her puckered, forbidden hole. On bated breath, she waits patiently for me to corrupt all of her, inch by inch. I watch her hands clench the sheets as I sheathe into her most secret of places. Like our love, pain and pleasure collide, singing its tune that our souls are well familiar with. She moans out my name, telling me how full she feels with me inside her as I ride her ass like it’s mine to tame. In one breath she begs God to rescue her from such rapture, while on another, she pleads for me to fuck her harder, faster, more. I give her all that and then some, slapping her pussy and ass cheeks when she’s close to falling off the ledge without me. It’s only when her calves begin to shake and she starts talking in her mother tongue that I show her mercy. I fuck her pussy with my fingers while pounding into her tight passage, and when her climax finally hits her, I let go and follow her lead into paradise, knowing that when I return, she’ll be here in my arms. I then fall to her side, kissing her bare shoulder and broadcasting the first genuine, elated smile to ever see the light of day on my lips. I brush her hair out of her face and place another chaste kiss to her lips.
“Heaven, acushla. You’ve given a devil like me heaven.”
“That’s how life will be for the four of us now, my king. Pure. Utter. Bliss.” She smiles, turning her soft peaceful gaze to Shay and Colin.
They both instantly draw closer, as if her eyes alone were enough of a command to call them to her. We cradle our woman in our embrace as she gives in to her exhaustion and falls asleep, knowing that heaven will be here waiting for her when she wakes up.
However, the next morning when I wake up, it isn’t to my wife’s gentle kiss but to Shay’s light snoring in my ear.
Hmm.
As much as I enjoyed myself last night—and I did thoroughly enjoy myself many times over during the night, fucking my wife raw after Shay and Colin had their way with her—waking up to my brother’s snoring is not how I envision my mornings in the future. We’ll have to make arrangements and rules about how our peculiar relationship will work to ensure its success. But those are just small details we can easily resolve. The hard part was seeing if we had a chance at the life my wife wanted, and after last night, I know we do.
When I see that neither Rosa nor Colin are in bed, I walk over to my old dresser, pick out some torn jeans and a t-shirt—blue since I know how much Rosa likes the color—and go downstairs in search of the both of them. When I reach the kitchen and see only Athair and Colin there, my brows pinch together.
“Where’s Rosa?”
“At Holy Cross Cathedral. Your máthair and her left early this morning to pray and light a candle for the wee babe’s safe arrival. Although if you ask me, your wife should probably say a few Hail Marys too after what we all heard last night over dinner. Jesus, lad. This house isn’t soundproof you know. Damn near gave Father Doyle a stroke hearing you four go at it like rabbits.” My father shakes his head in disapproval. Colin hides his smile with his coffee mug while I take a seat at the kitchen table.
“We have to talk, Athair.”
He raises his hand up and stops me before I get a word in.
“If you are going to tell me that you’ve decided to take the Bratva route and share your wife with your brother and cousin, I’d rather you spare me the details. Rumor has it that the Volkovs aren’t the only ones who decided that the families’ daughters be shared amongst their men. To each their own, I say. Just keep me out of it. As far as I’m concerned, the Hernandez girl has performed her duty in marrying you and getting pregnant with the next Kelly. Everything that comes after that is none of my business.”
Colin’s scowl is rooted on Da’s face as he takes a seat beside me. And frankly, so is mine.
“Rosa is not the Hernandez girl, as you put it. She’s my wife and is more than just the woman to bear the next Kelly line. She is going to be the mother of your grandchildren, Athair, and deserves your respect.”
My father frowns, staring at his tea mug instead of looking me in the eye.
“Her family took too much from us, Tiernan. You can’t expect me to welcome her with open arms and let bygones be bygones.”
“She’s not responsible for Patrick’s death, Athair. Her family might have had a hand in it, but in a way, so did we. Not Rosa. In fact, she’s done the very opposite. Her sacrifice in the treaty made it so she fulfilled his one true desire. Because of her, there is peace. How can you hate a woman that gave Patrick the very thing he always wanted most in his life?”
My father’s expression reveals sadness at the memory of his lost son.
“I miss him, too. Every fucking day. But I refuse to not be happy with Rosa just because you still hold a grudge. It isn’t fair to her, and it isn’t fair to us that want to move on and have a life worth living. I love her, Athair. Shay and Colin do, too. I will not feel ashamed or guilted into not loving the one woman who has finally given me a reason to wake up in the morning. She’s my heart, Athair. And the sooner you realize that she’s family, the sooner you can be a part of mine.”
I get up from my seat, Colin right at my side, when my phone decides to blow up and ruin my dramatic exit. When I see my mother’s name on the screen, I answer it immediately.
“Ma?”
“Tiernan! Thank Saint Brigid you answered.”
“What’s wrong,” I ask hurriedly, the hairs on the back of my neck rising with the sound of panic in her voice.
“It’s Rosa! She’s gone.”
Chapter 24
Rosa