13. Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen

Kieran

C an you come over? Maybe stay the night . Hell, yeah I can. I adjust myself in my seat, half because of my dick, and half because I took a couple shots to the side at my fight last night. I’ve definitely tweaked my ribs, but that’s not stopping me from going to my girl who doesn’t know she’s my girl yet. Shit, if this goes the way I think it is what do I tell her when she sees the bruises on my body? I could use the training excuse, she’d be none the wiser. I could just keep my shirt on. Not really my typical style, but I can make it work.

With my plan cemented in place, I pull into the underground parking lot of her apartment complex. I make my way to her apartment without an issue. Taking a second I inhale a deep breath and shake out my arms, the nervous energy is real. Raising my arm to knock on her door it swings open before I can. My eyes scan from the top of her head to her toes and back.

I think I’ve forgotten how to speak.

Standing in front of me is the woman who stars in my every fantasy these days. Her strawberry blonde hair is in loose waves down her back, her stunning gray eyes pierce me to my soul. The silk robe that she’s wearing is the identical shade of my eyes. Coincidence? Maybe, but not likely. Reaching my hand out to her I finger the belt of the robe. “You, Mo Stóirín, are the most divine woman that’s ever walked this earth.” She bats those captivating eyes at me. In this moment I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’d place myself in front of any and everything that brings her even an ounce of sadness, fear, worry, or anger. She’s snatched my attention straight out of my brain without permission, and I think she might just never give it back. Honestly, I don’t want it back. She can have it.

She grabs my belt buckle and pulls me into the apartment. I’ll let her think she’s leading the show for right now, but one thing she’ll learn soon enough is I never give up control. I’ll just give her the illusion of it. She pushes the door shut behind me then presses me up against it. Crashing those perfect lush lips to mine while working to unbuckle my belt. My hands grip her delicate hips, roughly pulling her into me.

Taking control of the kiss my tongue explores her mouth before sucking on her bottom lip. She unbuttons my jeans before I grab her hands. Spinning us until she’s the one pressed to the door, I pin her arms above her head and press my lips to her neck. My name, just a whisper on her lips. I continue my assault on her neck as she tries to protest. “Kieran, I wanted to- ”

The words die on her lips while my hand drops from her wrists and pushes open the front of her robe. She’s completely naked under it, just as I suspected. I move my mouth to one of her breasts as my fingers tease the other. Her head falls back against the door as she lets out a low moan. Smirking into her skin I pop off her nipple long enough to tell her, “Mine.”

Before she can respond it’s back in my mouth. I’m sucking and biting until it’s peaked and taunt. Then I switch to the other repeating the process. Her hands are in my hair, the sensation of her tugging at the roots is enough to drive me clinically insane. Once I’m done I push her robe off her shoulders and take in my fill of her. Her body was sculpted straight from the heavens. Every inch of her, nothing but perfection. Dropping to my knees in front of her my eyes look up and connect with hers which are full of lust and longing.

Grabbing her thigh I lift it up, resting it over my shoulder, which opens her up completely for me. Her hands once again fly into my hair.

“Kieran.”

“Yeah, Brave Girl. Tell me who’s making you feel good.” I’m running my tongue up her core before making my way around her clit, avoiding giving her what she wants just yet.

“Kieran. Please.” She grinds her drenched pussy onto my mouth.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Not wasting another second I give her exactly what she needs. Licking, sucking, and nipping at her clit while my fingers find her entrance.

Slowly, and I do mean painfully slow, I slide two fingers inside her and curl up searching for that spot that’ll make her see stars. Working her up until she’s right about to fall off the edge then slowly backing off. Just enough to frustrate her. I know I’m doing my job when her moans of pleasure turn into huffs of aggravation and groans of desperation. “Kie.” One word, a nickname. That’s all it takes.

I double my efforts until she’s falling into oblivion, refusing to stop until she comes back down trembling against the wall.

“Good fucking girl.” I growl against her pussy before standing up and immediately throwing her over my shoulder heading for her room. No fucking way I’m anywhere near done with her. I’m biting back a groan half from my ribs and half because I’m going to die if I don’t get inside her in the next fifteen seconds. We make our way into her room and I gently toss her onto her bed.

She lands with a gasp, “Kieran, I need more. Please, give me more.”

Smirking my filthiest smirk I reach up grabbing my shirt at the back of my neck and pulling it off while also making my way over to the bed. Once my shirt is gone and I’ve pushed down my pants and boxer briefs, I stalk towards her. Tossing a condom on the bed beside her while crawling over her body her eyes flare.

“I’ll give you what you need. But in order for that to work, you have to let me have control.” She takes me by surprise when she shoves me to the side and climbs on top of me. Gripping her hips it’s all I can do to watch as she opens the condom wrapper and rolls the rubber to my base.

“Britt-” I growl out in warning.

She gives the sexiest smirk accompanied with pure lust, “Please, Kie. Let me.”

Fuck, I’m done. Guess I’m topping from the bottom tonight. She lifts up and sinks as torturously slow as she can onto my aching cock. Once she’s completely seated and her head falls back on a long low moan, I use my grip on her hips to set a steady pace working us both up. Britt finally gets her bearings, presses her hands to my chest and sets her own pace. I’ll give her this for another few seconds.

A few seconds is really all she gets. When I feel her start to pulse, I flip us in a flash. Fucking her at a relentless rhythm.

Her eyes shut as she starts to pant out, “Kieran, oh god.”

I can’t help what I say next, I’m a cocky motherfucker. “Does it look like God’s anywhere in here? You say my name and my name only while I’m fucking this pretty pussy. Got that, Mitchell? Now look at me while you come on my cock.”

Her eyes spring open and lock on mine. She keeps her gaze on mine as we come together. My legs buckle forcing me to catch myself on my forearms or risk being one of those douche bags that fall onto their girl. Pressing gentle kisses all over her face, shoulder, and neck as she comes back down. All the while whispering to her how good she did and how proud of her I am.

We catch our breath as I gently pull out of her, we groan in sync. Getting up and heading into the bathroom, I take care of the condom, wash my hands, and get a warm washcloth to clean her up with. My mind is reeling. That was the best sex of my life. More so that woman, definitely just put some sort of voodoo spell on me. She’s laying on the bed when I come back. She’s letting me clean her gently when she finally whispers, “Please come hold me.”

She’s still trembling and I’m sure the aftershock of such intense sex is causing her to shake. Tossing the washcloth into her laundry basket then climbing in bed behind her I pull her back to my front and finally answer her, “I’ll do whatever you want me to. All you have to do is tell me. Go to sleep, you did amazing. I’m so proud of you, Brave Girl.”

She preens under my praise. “You’ll stay?”

“Swear.”

Massaging her scalp gently, it doesn’t take long for her to drift off. My thoughts wander to getting to know her better. Clara’s comment from that day still rings through my head, making me too curious about what she’s been through. I’m assuming whatever it is is why her eyes flash in terror for just a second every time I pin her down. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. I can be patient, and I don’t think I’m going anywhere anytime soon.

* * *

Shaking my head I circle Daniel, he’s next up on the ladder I have to climb to get to fucking Jordan. I have his blood splattered all over me and this damn room. It looks like I murdered him but I haven’t. I more elaborate plans for him. Rowan’s going to be pissed but I’ll call the cleanup crew after. I’m already low on patience after having to leave Brittany this morning before getting to fuck her back to sleep. I need this day to be over so I can get ready and take my girl out tonight. Not my girl, my friend. Who am I fucking trying to kid. My girl, I got it right the first time.

Pulling myself back to the present, I don’t have time for this shit. Daniel’s screams ring throughout the shitty apartment complex. No one’s going to call for help. No one’s that stupid. The plan was to take him to our warehouse that we have specifically for this, but he was fighting and my patience ran out.

Picking his discarded ear up off the floor I toss it at him. “We can keep going if you’d like? You want to know the cool part about my job? I can hone my skills to perfection and when I slip up and kill someone in the process? Oh well.” Shrugging, I walk over to my ‘toolbox’ that I bring everywhere. Pulling out my favorite filet knife I turn it from side to side making my way back to him.

“This is my favorite knife. The way it separates the skin from the muscle is just, chefs kiss. Here let’s give you a little demonstration. I’m a professional so it’s fine.” Taking the knife I carefully cut into his thigh, meticulously separating flesh from muscle. Unfortunately I barely get an inch separated before he screams out.

“Okay, Okay! Fucking stop, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

They always break at this part, it’s annoying. I mean I literally cut his ear off and nothing, but separate a little hypodermis, expose just a little muscle and they want to throw in the towel, pussies. Holding my hand out gesturing for him to continue. My face is a picture of stone and a hint of annoyance. Add that with the blood and I know I rival any horror movie. Britt likes horror movies…

Okay focus dickhead, we need this information.

Daniel takes a minute to catch his breath before he starts. “My boss was Alex Hayes, I’m telling you man, I’ve never even met Jordan. He was my bosses, bosses, bosses, boss. That’s a big jump from me to him. I did what I was told. I took the shipments, separated them by age and gender then got them into the right containers. I have no idea where each one went. That was above my pay grade.” He stops to take a few more breaths before bringing his head up and locking his eyes with mine .

“I left about six months ago, we got word that Jordan’s boss was getting out of prison soon. Word on the street is once he’s out anyone’s kids are on the table. Rumor has it he sold his employees kids. I have kids, I couldn’t risk it.”

Wrath blinds me, “You have kids, but you willingly helped in selling kids as young as four? ” The volume of my voice could rival a very pissed off lion.

“Man, I know, but it’s different—”

I’m done, I don’t even let him finish his sentence before I’m slicing his neck with so much strength that his head is barely still attached when I’m done. I clean my tools off and get the hell out of dodge. I’ll call the clean up crew on my way home. Walking out of this run down shit hole I’m moving with a little pep in my step. I’ve got the name of the next monster, and I will take down this whole ring. I also have just enough time to get home, shower, and get to my girl on time. Ever since walking out of her apartment door this morning I’ve been itching to get back to her. She finally noticed the bruises on my body this morning, after telling her I train for work with my best friend and we go a little hard sometimes she seemed to believe me. We’ve exchanged a few texts throughout the day, but I’ve been swamped. I make it home in record time. Being as quiet as I can be I attempt to sneak into Roe’s office to use his en suite.

I’m not even a full foot in the door before I hear him, “Why the fuck have you walked in here covered in blood?”

Bowing my shoulders like a child being scolded, because essentially that’s what’s happening here. I look at the ground, “I’m sorry. I didn’t pass the warehouse on the way home. I figured I’d sneak in here and shower so Bear didn’t see me.”

“You can use the shower but first lock the door and give me a run down on what happened today.”

Doing what he asks, my ass meets the chair in front of his desk. Taking my time to go over every meeting I had today. When I’m finished Rowan nods, “Good work, Kie.”

Standing up to make my escape to the shower he shoots his hand up halting my movements, “One more thing, where were you last night? Because my sources say you were at Mitchell’s apartment. That can’t be true though, because I remember specifically telling you not to fuck with my wife’s best friend and make this awkward for us.”

Before I can respond the door swings open and in walks the other four in our band of misfits. Tilting my head back and groaning in frustration at the ceiling to try to calm myself before they start in on me.

Declan of course is the first one, “Dude, you know the rules. No blood in the house. Clara’s going to kill you.”

“Not as much as when she finds out you spent the night at Britt’s last night.” Flynn snickers.

I’m not in the mood for this. Pushing up to my feet I run my hands through my hair. “Thank you so much for your concern, but I have shit to do tonight that I have to get ready for. I’m an adult, and so is Brittany. We can make our own choices. You guys can get off my ass or I can pack my shit up and leave. Doesn’t make a difference to me either way. But what we aren’t doing is treating me like an immature child when I’m the one who puts myself between you all and any danger that comes for you. You can’t act like I’m trustworthy, and reliant enough to put my life on the line to make sure you keep yours daily, but not enough to be with Clara’s best friend. You can get off my ass or I can move out. So you let me know what you decide. I’ll be back tomorrow for the Rossi meeting ready to take a bullet for any of you if need be, like every other day. Until then my phone is off and I’m unavailable.” I don’t wait to hear their shit, like I said, I’ve got plans.