Hearing shit like that made it hard for me not to punch a hole through the middle of the plasterboard.
“Seeing him though was the worst. I know he’s trying to catch my eye in the courtroom. I sit in the stalls with the guys around me and look anywhere but at him. I don’t want to give him any more power over me, you know?”
My fists clenched and released as I tried to let go of the stranglehold on my temple. Father Pat told me to make lists in my head, to focus on one thing, then move on to the next. Put the plug in the bath, add the foamy shit, turn on the taps.
Em stood before me, slowly getting undressed. Instead of thinking about how angry I was, I focused on how to take that sad look from her face. As the tiny room started filling up with the steam of the hot water, I grabbed her waist. Gently moving her body between my legs I swirled my tongue around that pink, teasing little nub. One hand drifted to massage the neglected breast, as the steam wound around us like a blanket.
She gasped as my tongue swirled around her nipple then flicked it back and forth. I knew by the spasm in her body that pleasure was going straight to her core. Swapping hands, I released one breast only to feast on the other.
I fucking burned to be inside her so bad. But this wasn’t about me. It was about taking Em away from that dark place and reminding her that she wasn’t alone. Rising up, I lifted her to sit on the sink. Her hands gripped it to brace herself, and her feet rested on either side of me on the edge of the tub. That was a testament to how small the bathroom was. I sat back down and kissed my way from her ankle all the way to her clit. Swirling around it with my tongue, I teased and teased her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm then brought her back down again. When I knew that every bit of her undivided attention was focused on me, I slid one finger gently inside her warm, wet * and carried on licking.
“Jesus, O’Connell. Don’t stop please.” she begged me. My answer was to slide a second digit in to her tight little hole. She moaned as my momentum increased. Thrusting her pelvis toward me, I could feel from the slight tightening and tremor around my fingers just how close she was to coming. When she was almost there, I scissored my fingers gently inside her, took her clit between my lips and sucked. Arching her spine she threw her head back in overwhelming pleasure. The sight of her coming, clenching and tightening around my fingers as she tried to milk a cock that wasn’t there, blew me away. This wasn’t just sex, it was making love. Both of us knew the difference.
“I think I broke my spine,” she told me with a slight giggle. I lifted her off the sink onto wobbly legs.
“How d’you feel?” I asked, before nibbling gently on her ear.
“Loved up. Very, very, very loved up,” she told me, kissing her way across my jaw until finally pressing a kiss to my lips. Grabbing her head, I kissed her harder, pulling her warm, naked body hard against my clothed one. My dick pressed painfully against her but I ignored it. She needed that to get rid of the stress and relieve some pressure, and I made sure my girl got what she needed. I always would.
“I’m desperate to return the favor, you know that, right?” she asked.
“I know, Sunshine. But with blue balls is my favorite way to train,” I assured her with a wink. Yanking my T-shirt over the top of my head, I pulled the warm fabric down over her. It swamped her as always but I took comfort seeing her wrapped in something of mine and covered in my scent. As I carried her to bed, I thought about all the dark shit behind us and everything we had yet to face but then I focused on the fact that Em would spend the whole of the next day with me. When you find yourself fighting a battle that might consume you, you have to take the small victories where you find them.
Pounding the London streets at 6 a.m. on a dark winter’s morning would seem like most people’s idea of hell. I loved it. There was an energy about this city, kind of like an electric pulse that made everything feel alive and connected. But I fucking loved Ireland too. Killarney was maybe the most beautiful place I’d ever seen, but this city had been my home for most of my life. As I thumped one heavy foot in front of the other, I realized that I loved it because London at this hour of the day was so very different to the one people thought they knew. Shopkeepers, bakers, and tradesmen that I passed on my daily route waved and called out words of encouragement. There was a camaraderie among the morning crowd that made me feel like I belonged.
I pulled open the door of the gym just as a light rain started to fall. No matter how early I arrived, Danny was always there first. He was just putting on his coat when I arrived. Sometimes I wondered if he slept here.
“You off for breakfast?” I asked him.
“Same as I do every morning.” He huffed at the stupid question it was. Danny was a man of routine.