17. Chapter Seventeen

17

Chapter Seventeen

Rowan

L aying in bed with her watching some girlie movie she put on, my life has never been more content. She's laying on my good side, her head on my chest as I'm playing with her hair while pretending to know what's going on instead of thinking about how badly I want to fuck her. It doesn't matter that my shoulder is on fire because I'm trying not to take those pills. I don't care that I've got to take care of the fucking Bratva as soon as humanly possible, I don't even care that I've got to take care of fuck face Preston. All I care about is putting my lips on hers and seeing how far she'll let me take it. Deciding to try my luck because I'm nothing if not a go getter, I tilt her head up and press my lips to hers.

I'm surprised when she allows me to deepen it since she's been so worried about me moving my shoulder at all. My hand tangles in her hair pulling it just enough for her to hiss then whimper. My dick thickens in my sweatpants as I pull her impossibly closer. Clara slides her hand under my hoodie. Her delicate fingers exploring my abs and stomach make me flex and groan into her mouth. She moves her lips down my jaw line and starts on my neck. She's biting then licking away the sting she leaves behind. Her fingers tease the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers. She's teasing me and the wicked smirk she shoots me proves that she knows it. "You move, I stop. I'm serious Roe. Especially if you move your shoulder."

"You know you're trying to boss around the Captain of the Irish mob, right?"

She smirks at me, "No, I'm bossing around my boyfriend, who has to listen if he wants his dick in my mouth."

I shift my hips on instinct because I need her pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I need it more than my next breath. "How about this, I won't move enough to hurt my shoulder, but you're delusional if you think you can have your mouth anywhere on me and I'm going to lay here like a statue."

She thinks it over then nods in agreement, "Fine, but I'm keeping my eyes on yours, Mr. Byrne. At the first sign of pain I'm stopping."

She barley has her sentence out before I'm rushing out, "Deal."

I feel her fingers start moving across my Adonis belt, teasing as her nails drag. She's going to kill me, I don't know if I've ever been this hard in my life. She bites the side of neck one more time before she moves. Shifting my legs apart she kneels in between them, and hooks her fingers into my sweats and boxers at my hips and pulls down. She stops right above my erection and slowly leans down kissing and licking from my abs down to where my sweats stop. Her eyes are locked on mine just as she promised.

Reaching down, I thread my fingers into her hair, "Baby, stop teasing me." I'm half groaning and I couldn't care less that I sound like a little bitch.

She giggles, fucking giggles, at me. "Oh, is someone impatient?" her hand slides into my boxers and grips my base.

"Fuucckkk Clara, I know I said I wouldn't move enough to hurt myself, but you're about to make me into a liar."

She pushes my sweats and boxers down to mid thigh before looking at me with a seductive grin, "Well, we wouldn't want that now would we."

I don't get a chance to respond before the tip of my dick is touching the back of her throat and my hips shoot up. She pulls back and sucks on just the tip, I'm trying to let her take it at her own pace until she sucks me back down, her hand working my base as her mouth takes as much of me as she can, the whole time her eyes stay on my face.

"You're so fucking beautiful. I wish you could see what I see right now. I've never laid eyes on anyone or anything as stunning in my life." She moans around me and I have to use all my willpower not to come on the spot.

My hand tangles in her hair not forcing her to take more but guiding her at the perfect pace. "Just like that, baby. Keep going just like that. You're such a good fucking girl." She's shifting to relieve the pressure I know is building between her thighs. She loves when I talk to her, and I can't wait to convince her to sit on my face after this. I can feel my balls tighten up and my hips flex up again, "Baby, I'm going to come. I'm right there."

She abruptly pulls off my me with an audible pop and shoots me the most devious smile, "Do not move, I'm so serious Rowan." I'll do whatever the fuck she tells me to do right now as long as she doesn't stop.

Especially when she straddles my hips and moves her shorts to the side. My hand finds her hip and grips.

"Take what you need, Pretty Girl."

She sinks down on me in one smooth motion and we both moan in sync. Moving my hand up to her throat I guide her to my mouth because I can't not kiss her for another second. She begins moving trying to find her rhythm, finally finding the perfect pace for both of us. She's using my pelvis to add the perfect amount of pressure to her clit. I'm ravishing her mouth, tilting her head to take the kiss deeper before breaking it to start in on her neck and behind her ear. The entire time we're both getting closer and closer to our climaxes. I can feel her starting to pulse around me as my fingers skim down her body to tease her.

"Come for me baby. You're so fucking pretty when you come on my cock. Show me." Throwing her head back she screams my name as her pussy clamps down on me and I'm following her off the edge of the cliff with her name on my lips. She collapses onto me, and I don't dare tell her that the side of her head caught my shoulder.

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I haven't seen Kieran since we got home the day of the shooting. That was three days ago. I'm back to business as usual, albeit with my arm still in a sling. I decided to call him earlier but it went straight to voicemail. I'm getting agitated so I shoot Mac a text to come to my office. He struts in a few minutes later, he looks like he hasn't slept in days. Dark bags under his eyes, his hair messed up more than usual and then there's the giant yawn he lets out as he sits down. I'm not in a beat around the bush mood today.

"You good?" He shakes his head, pauses, nods, then let's out another big yawn.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not sleeping. Too much on my mind." Oh I get it now.

"Who is she?"

His eyes widen and he sits up straight, "How'd you know it was a girl?"

This time I can't help but laugh, "Oh baby brother, it's always a girl. Want to tell me about it?"

He shakes his head and clams up, "No it's no big deal, anyways what'd you call me in for?" I'll let him off easy for now, but I'll be coming back to this later.

"Have you seen or heard from Kieran today? Because I haven't since the day of the shooting." Mac's gaze drops to his hands.

"He was in his room last I checked, but Roe he seems really off. I don't think he wants to talk."

What the fuck? "Yeah, that's not happening. We don't go through shit, especially the hard shit alone. You know that, Mac. I'll go find him. Do you have any idea what could be wrong?" Mac looks back up at me, eyes that look almost identical to mine full of indecision.

Finally he sighs, "Yeah, I think he's shaken up over the shooting." Now that has my attention. I've never been in a situation like the other day with Kieran there. He handled himself like a pro, but I should have checked in on him sooner. I tend to forget that just because he puts off that he has no emotions and nothing bothers him doesn't mean that that's true. Pushing up from my desk I set out to find Kieran and figure out what's actually going on with him.

Knocking, then slowly pushing open Kieran's door I step in to find him on his laptop, headphones on and engrossed in whatever he's watching and listening to. Moving over beside him he still hasn't checked up. He's typically the most perceptive out of all of us. I don't check to see what he's watching because frankly it's none of my business. I push his laptop closed and finally his eyes come to me, he looks like he just got caught doing something wrong. His eyes flare with shock and what looks like guilt. Huh, maybe I should have looked at what he was doing. Kieran pops his headphones out of his ears and his shock and guilt turn into annoyance.

"What are you doing in here, Roe?"

"What is that?" Zeroing in on his jaw I take my hand and turn his head so I can see the other side of his face. Sure as shit, there's a bruise blooming on his jaw. "Kieran, who the fuck hit you?!"

He jerks his face out of my hand and shoots me a glare, "I was training with Ryan and he caught me with my guard down. It's no big deal."

Ryan is Kieran's best friend, they've been thick as thieves almost as long as Kellum and I have. The problem with what he's saying isn't that he was with Ryan, it's that he swore to us he'd stop with the underground fights over two years ago after the last time. That's his story to tell, but regardless I'm pissed.

"You're fighting again?! Did you learn absolutely nothing from last time?" I can feel my face heating with rage .

"Calm down, I'm not fighting. I train still because I torture people for information for a fucking living Rowan. Or did you forget that?"

Okay, he's got me there, "You're right, my bad. That's not what I even came in here to talk about."

Kieran motions to the chair at his desk for me to sit in and get this over with. He rolls his eyes, "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well first off, you're a ray of fucking sunshine today. Second, why have you been avoiding me?" He narrows his eyes then looks away, it's his tell that he's about to give me some bullshit excuse.

"I'm not, I've just been busy the past few days."

I've lost his eyes and I know he's not going to bring them back to me easily, "Kieran, talk to me. What's going on?"

He sits in silence, and I sit with him. We stay like this for about ten minutes before he cracks. Hearing what I think is a shuttered breath before he speaks quietly.

"I watched you get shot. You were bleeding a lot, what if you would have died?" That knocks the air out of my lungs. I wasn't expecting him to be honest with me.

"I'm sorry that it scared you. You know it's funny, I had a similar conversation with Clara the other day. I'm here Kie, I'm alive and well. You guys are all okay, Rhett is calling me Daddy, and Clara finally admitted she loves me. Truly I could not be better. I'm careful out there. You know this. At the same time, I can't stop everything. All I can do is my best when shit gets dicey. That, and make sure that you guys are safe and taken care of if this life finally catches up with me one day. I've done everything on my end to make sure if I do nothing else, I did that." His eyes finally come back to me, so much anxiety and fear swirling in them.

He shifts uncomfortably, "I know that, it's just, you're my big brother. You stepped up when Da and Ma were killed, then to see you shot. It just messed with my head for a little bit. Really, I'm okay though. You're right, you are careful and it's not like you get shot weekly. The peace we've had for almost two years lulled me into a false sense of security. I forgot what it was like to be in the trenches."

"Are you sure? It's okay for it to get to you sometimes."

He waves me off, "No, I'm good. Where's Rhett? I miss that Little Bear."

Deciding to let it go I chuckle, "He's outside swimming with Flynn. He's been asking about you."

"That's because I'm his favorite." He puffs out his chest just in time for the stress ball that I just beamed in his direction to hit him in it. Laughing a genuine laugh as he turns to leave he calls out, "Hey, Rowan?" Turning back around to me he looks so much younger than his twenty-three years.

They all do when they need a dad but all that's left now is me, "Yeah?"

"I'm okay with you guys calling me Kie."

Unable to hold back my smile I nod as he turns again and heads out of the door. Kieran hasn't let us call him Kie since our parents died. Our mom used to call him it because she said he was the ‘key' to keeping us all in line. If Kieran was serious about something we were all serious about it, but when Kie decided to incite chaos my parents were severely outnumbered three to one. With everything in my home life back on balance I head to my office to figure out what I'm going to do about Nikolai.