Fergus – Irish Mafia Shifter (Boston Bear Brothers #1) Read Online Sky Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance, Shape Shifters Tags Authors: Series: Boston Bear Brothers Series by Sky Winters
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
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Fergus looked toward the casket again and bowed his head, “Rest in peace, auld fella. We will see you again someday.”

Music began to play as he and his brothers moved forward, along with two senior members of their clan, lifting the casket and making their way back out of the church to a nearby cemetery. It was largely ceremonial, as Cathal McNally was not inside. Based on conversations she had overheard, she suspected someone else might be, but had no details on who or why. What she did know was that Cathal McNally was sitting in an urn on their mantel at home, awaiting future travel back to Ireland to be scattered across the Mourne Mountains.

For the next week, they hardly saw one another. He had meeting after meeting with various organizations and his own clan. She imagined them to be like some sort of “there’s a new sheriff in town sort of thing” he needed to tend to ahead of taking his place at the head of the table as Alpha. She was glad when the end of the week grew near so they would have time to see one another, hopefully. Instead, he surprised her on Thursday with a suggestion to go away.

“I thought we’d take a few days and go up to the cabin if you want. I know you have work, but maybe you can call out tomorrow and come away for the weekend,” he told her.

“I don’t know. You know how my assistant gets when she has to field my calls all day,” she laughed.

“She’ll be fine. What do you say?”

“It depends. You aren’t going to tie me up for the trip up there, are you?”

“No, not for the trip up, but I can’t make any promises for when we arrive.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll call her right now,” she laughed.

“I don’t think she’s at work this time of night. That girl blows out of there the moment the five-o’clock horn blocks,” he laughed.

“Yeah. She’s not interested in going above and beyond, but she does her job when she’s there, and my clients love her. I’ve got her cell number, so I’ll give her a head’s up.”

“Unh-huh,” he grunted as she picked up her phone to call.

He pulled up her shirt and began kissing her belly as she tried to have a professional-sounding call on the phone, attempting to pull away from him and failing. He picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter, pushing up her dress and spreading her legs open as she tried to speak without moaning into the phone.

“I need you to cancel...ah, um, any meetings tomorrow, but there are a few things that I need for you to do,” she struggled to get out as Fergus stood in front of her, watching her face as he slid his fingers inside her panties and stroked them along her clit.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the conversation, giving her secretary instructions on sending out a memo that needed to go out right away and then rattling off some names of people she needed her to contact about different things. She bit her lip as Fergus stood smiling at her, his fingers moving further inside her pussy, slipping slowly in and out of her slick center.

“What?” she said, realizing she had missed what was being said on the other end of the line. “Oh, yes. God. Um, yes. That’s all. Thanks,” she said quickly, ending the call. She leaned back and moaned loudly, letting Fergus finger fuck her and enjoying every second of it.

“You’re so naughty,” he said with a salacious grin.

“I am. I’m always up to something.”

“I think you need to be punished.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking about a good old-fashioned spanking, followed by a sound fucking.”

“What if I fight?”

“Oh, please do,” he moaned in her ear. “There’s nothing I like more than fucking you into submission.”

“If you think you can,” she challenged him.

Without warning, he flipped her over, placing her on the counter on her stomach. He quietly unzipped her dress and kissed his way down her back before grabbing either side of the open dress and ripping it open.

“Hey, this was an expensive dress,” she protested.

“Put it on my account,” he told her, grabbing her panties in one hand and ripping them off to expose her soft ivory backside.

“Mmm,” she moaned beneath him.

Fergus placed a single hand on her, admiring the contrast between his large tanned hand and her small apple-shaped ass. He lifted it up, knowing she was bracing herself for impact and then softly sat it back down again.

“Tease,” she muttered.

This time there was no warning as his other hand slammed down on her backside with a satisfying thwack. She cried out and then giggled.

“You find that funny, do you?” he teased, repeating the slap on her other cheek. She grunted as he admired the bright red handprints on either cheek and then smacked her ass several more times in rapid succession.


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