25. Chapter Twenty-Five

25

Chapter Twenty-Five

Kieran

I ’ve been watching Phoenix… Is it safe to call her Phoenix in front of them now? That’s a question I’m going to have to ask when they leave. Regardless, I’ve been watching her run this entire room, making plans, and executing them flawlessly for hours. My brothers have sat and listened attentively, asking questions occasionally, and gathering all the intel she’s willing to give. She hasn’t given them more than an eighth of what happened to her, just what she has to for them to understand. I look around and find every man in this room slack jawed and hanging on to every word she says.

“So that brings me to now. I want revenge, I need revenge. I’m going to do this with or without the backing of the BOCG. The extra help and resources would make this easier, but trust me I’m used to the universe sending difficult to my door. I can do this by myself if you decide to not get involved. ”

Her head is held high, her shoulders back, and a look of determination sits firmly on her face. My cock twitches behind the zipper of my charcoal dress pants. She looks undeniably sexy when she’s commanding a room of made men. My thoughts start wandering to getting everyone out of here as quickly as possible so I can prop her up on the edge of this desk, spread her perfect thighs, and eat her pussy until she’s begging me to stop. I’m snapped out of my delectable thoughts by Mac’s voice filtering in.

“So say we refuse, what’s your plan for tracking these guys down? You’ll need an extremely talented IT guy for some of this stuff.”

Her smirk tells me she’s about to piss Mac off and I’m here for it.

“Not guy, girl . I have an incredibly talented IT girl ready and waiting for me to give her the word. She was rescued when the police raided the shed I was kept in. We stayed in touch and she wants this as badly as I do. The only reason I’m bringing this to you is because I know Kie’s going to involve himself no matter what.”

“We’re in, your girl can work with Mac. I’m assuming she isn’t local so they’ll have to hook up from ET addresses or whatever other nerd stuff they do.” Rowan’s statement brokers no room for argument.

Mac can’t help but roll his eyes, “IP addresses, you fucking brussel sprout, but I don’t need that. I think I know who you’re talking about. Is it Lee? We’ve been dancing around each other on assignments for years.”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I didn’t get as good as I am by being stupid.” He winks at her, causing her to glare back at him .

“Okay, with all of that settled, I have one more thing to discuss with you guys before you gotta get out of my house. Britt and I have plans.”

“Are we calling filthy sex ‘plans’ now?” Sully laughs, but Dec’s swat to the back of the head has him looking sheepish.

“Sully, don’t be salty because I’m having filthy sex with this goddess and you’re still following Elle around like a lost puppy.”

He glares at me and flicks me off, but otherwise doesn’t say anything else. “So, with everything you now know it should be no surprise to you that I want a detail on her. Roe, you have Kill and Alec, I want Ryan as my main guy, for obvious reasons. I also want Collin and Ian to switch off as his partner. Don’t underestimate these men trying to get to her. They ran and successfully operated a trafficking ring full of women and children for years. The only reason they were shut down is sitting right before your eyes, and I’ll be damned if she’s left unprotected for even a second.”

Ryan nods along with what I’m saying before turning his attention to Rowan.

“I request to be pulled off all my other assignments effective immediately, Boss. I can’t leave my best friend’s girl unprotected, and we all know we can’t afford to have Kie do it himself. If I don’t he will.”

Rowan nods at Ry, “Request granted. I want a group chat with all Byrne men, Ryan, Collin, and Ian. If the wind so much as whips her hair I want it in the group chat. We have one for Clara too so this should shock no one. We take the details of the women we love very seriously.”

Clapping my hands together before Phoenix has a chance to jump in and derail this whole thing I exclaim, “Okay, now that all that’s settled, get out.” It’s abrupt and most people would find it rude but I’m one of six boys, we don’t really do subtle, especially when we’re dealing with each other. We all exchange goodbyes. Before Ryan leaves we make plans for him to be here around seven tomorrow morning so I can head off to work. It’s only about ten minutes before everyone’s gone and I turn to Nix seeing the heat and lust in her eyes that I’m sure matches my own.

“Office, now. I want you naked and on that desk in the next forty-five seconds.” She bites her bottom lip, trying to figure out if she’s going be a to brat or listen. Ultimately, she turns and runs back to the office. Slowly I loosen my light blue tie, unbutton my shirt cuffs and roll them up my forearms. Deciding to give her a few more seconds, I unbutton my charcoal vest and peel it off, laying it neatly across the back of the couch. Hearing her shuffle onto my desk my blood sings with electricity. I’m not a man of infinite patience and it has just ran out. The closer I move to the open office door, the quicker my stride tries to become. Once at the doorway to the office I force myself to stop and just admire what I’m seeing. Her back is to me as she’s perched on the edge of the desk. She’s completely bare and her strawberry blonde hair cascades down her back in soft natural waves. Phoenix’s hands are resting on the desk on either side of her. Her thighs are parted, and she looks like every man’s most sinful fantasy. Pulling my tie silently from around my neck, I walk up behind her as quietly as possible and slip it over her eyes. Her body turns rigid instantly.

“It’s just me, baby. Breathe, it’s just you and me in here. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” She rushes out in between practically panting. She’s scared but she’s also turned on.

“What’s your word?”

“Stop.”

“Such a good fucking girl.” She preens under my praise, as I lightly trail my fingertips over her back, and shoulders, before moving in front of her and ducking my head to take an already hard nipple into my mouth and suck.

Her head falls back on a moan as her fingers instinctually thread through my hair pulling me closer. Using my hand I tweak and roll her other nipple between my fingers before switching off. She starts begging me to give her more. How could I ever deny her? Removing her hands from my head, I plant them firmly on the edge of the desk, her fingers curling around the edge. Pulling out my office chair, I sit and get comfortable.

“You will not move your hands. If you do, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She practically moans.

A growl bubbles its way up from deep in my chest as my cock gets impossibly harder in my slacks. Dipping my head, I kiss across her lower belly, over every scar and angry line that litters her lower belly and thighs before spreading them farther apart to look at my favorite place to be. Her pussy is drenched with her arousal and I just need a minute to take it in. She starts wiggling on the desk, growing impatient by my lack of action. Taking that as my cue, I run the tip of my tongue up her core before circling her sensitive clit when I get to the top.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven and the greatest gift this Earth has ever received.” I practically groan into her while continuing my slow, tortuous pace .

“Kie, please. I need more, please.” She’s begging as she grows impatient, which is exactly where I want her. So I keep testing her restraint, licking and kissing everywhere except exactly where she wants me. My tongue making sure to circle around her clit without actually touching it.

“You’re so stunning when you beg for me, Mo Stóirín.” Figuring she’s worked enough, I latch onto her and suck. A guttural moan rips from her throat as her head flys back and her back bows. Deciding she needs more, I thrust two fingers inside of her and curl up to stroke her walls and find that spot that has her seeing stars. I have her right on the edge, mere seconds from falling into straight euphoria when I feel her fingers gripping the strands of hair at the top of my head. As abruptly as I gave her what she needed, I stop. Completely moving myself far enough away that she can no longer feel my body heat.

“Kieran, what the fuck?” She pulls the tie up and off her eyes, before growling in desperation and frustration, making me chuckle darkly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Brave Girl. The rule was, you move your hands, I punish you .” I can see the wheels turning in her head before she brings uncertain eyes back to me.

“I didn’t mean to.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and worries it which males me feel uneasy.

“We’ll take it easy this time, okay?”

She nods before steeling her spine, “Yes, sir.”

Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants like an amateur. Taking my hand I press back on her shoulder until she’s laying flat on the desk. Her legs spread, chest heaving. My eyes take in the perfect human before me, taking my fill before reaching over her and pulling my tie back over her eyes .

“You count, okay? We’ll do five, if you stop counting, we start over again. Do you understand.”

“Yes, sir.” She practically preens. I can see the arousal dripping from her center, begging me to sink my cock deep inside until she doesn’t know her own name. Soon, so very soon.

I trail my fingertips over the tops of her thighs, her lower stomach, and the top of her pussy, just enough to get her to relax before I deliver the first smack. Nix gasps for breath before letting out a quiet moan, “One.”

She listens so beautifully that I can’t help the huge smile overtaking my face, “Good job, Nix.”

I deliver the next three smacks to her pussy in rapid succession, only pausing long enough for her to moan out the number. Using my fingertips I tease her for a few minutes, easing the ache I’m leaving behind and playing with her clit to build her back up in the process. It takes almost no time before she’s back to teetering on the edge. Her hands are tightly grabbing onto the edge of the desk when I give her the final smack. Her back bows and a half scream, half moan rips from her lips as she comes from the pleasure and pain. “Kieran! Five! Five, Kie, five!”

I don’t give her the time to finish her first orgasm before I’m pulling out my aching cock and sliding it into the hilt, setting a punishing pace, and using my fingers to make her orgasm roll into another, then another after that. My thrusts become erratic as I chase my own high, coming deep inside her with her name on my lips, her real name.

I move us off the desk and into my leather office chair. Still buried inside of her as her head rests in the crook of my neck, I hold her tight to me. I’m about to pull out, certain she’s fallen asleep, when her soft voice travels from my ears to my chest cracking my heart wide open.

“I like the way my name sounds coming from you.”

* * *

I need a break from the warehouse. Every day is like a revolving door of the scum of the Earth. So, for a change of scenery I’m walking into the office of our good buddy, James. His temporary assistant said she needed to check first but I assured her I was always welcome. Pushing the door open a little more forcefully than I need to, the metal handle bounces off of the glass wall.

“Hey, dick head. Heard you’re giving my girl a hard time.”

The look of shock morphs into annoyance but not before I catch the fear he’s trying to hide.

“Kieran, I have security. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well, you see… I wouldn’t have to be if you didn’t try to fuck my future wife over.”

His body turns rigid, and his eyes snap back to mine, “Excuse me? As of yesterday she didn’t have a ring on her finger, so I’m pretty sure she isn’t your ‘future wife’ . She has a name asshole, use it.”

Interesting… He likes her. I mean it’s hard not to, she’s amazing; mind, body, and soul. There’s something about his posture though. It doesn’t look like he’s romantically jealous, that’s interesting. Has he just grown attached to her as his assistant? Maybe. Maybe just a friend looking out for another friend? I’m not certain yet, but I do know I will figure it out .

“Just because my ring isn’t on her finger yet doesn’t mean it won’t be there eventually. She’s mine, James. Now and forever, that woman is mine.” Making sure to hold his gaze a little longer, and curling my lip in a show of disgust for him. “Now back to the topic at hand.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kieran. I’m not fucking anyone over, I just want her to be sure this is what she wants. I’m not taking choices from her, she’s a big girl and we can talk about it as two adults on Monday. Until then she’s on paid leave for the week. Last I checked, it wasn’t called anything besides looking out for her while she clears her head.”

He has me there, and it pisses me off. “Might be called, ‘having a thing for another man’s girl.’ Good thing I’m secure in my relationship, huh Hill?”

“It’s definitely called ‘you’re an idiot’ . Now if you’re done, I have work to do that doesn’t include sitting here talking to you. I’ll see Britt on Monday and if I have it my way, I’ll see you in hell, Byrne.” He says it like it tastes terrible in his mouth, but he’s forgetting that’ll be her last name eventually too. I don’t know what his deal with Nix is but maybe Mac will.

I’ve just pulled out of the parking garage when my helmet starts ringing, or more accurately, my phone, but it rings throughout the Bluetooth inside of my helmet. Answering it without checking my phone, I make my way to the warehouse, I’ve got a new toy to play with and my fingers are itching to break it in.

“Hello?”

“Oh, perfect, you answered. So, where is my best friend?”

The blood in my veins turns to ice at my sister-in-law’s words, “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, I’m at her apartment right now, but she isn’t here? I was going to see if she wanted to grab lunch while Rhett was playing at Liv’s for a little.” My breath comes back to my lungs as I realize she’s just at the wrong place and my Brave Girl is still at my apartment, safe and sound.

“She’s at my penthouse. Who brought you over there? Let me talk to them.”

She huffs in annoyance and I hear the phone change hands before Killian’s deep voice fills my helmet, “Sir.”

“Hey, Britt is at the penthouse today.”

“Yes, sir. What’s the password?”

“Pretzels. Ryan will buzz you right up at the elevator.”

“Yes, Sir. We’ll be right over.” He kills the call before I can respond, which is fine with me, I have work to do.