Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“I love you.” I say the words with intent, and Shai’s pace stumbles.
“Say it again.” He smiles.
“I love you.”
He fucks harder and faster. We’re both right there. I can feel it. Like we’re in sync, like every step we take will always be together. He grabs my hand and licks it, and then I shove it between our bodies, stroking myself while he fucks me, stretches me, possesses me.
Loves me.
“I’m coming, fuck, I’m gonna shoot,” I say, and the second the words leave my mouth, his dick twitches inside me. Shai cries out my name above me, filling me, emptying his balls in me, leaving another part of himself inside me. I feel like I’m spiraling, like I’m in a free fall, my dick jerking, balls drawing up, cum shooting while we’re lost in this unknown world together.
And when we’re both done, he falls beside me, pulls me close, takes my mouth in another kiss before saying, “Tell me again, Cherry.”
“You’re getting awfully bossy.”
“Please?”
How can I deny him that? “I love you.”
“I know.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I love you too.”
We lie together, catching our breath, until my stomach growls.
“You’re a bottomless pit,” he teases. “Come on.”
We do a quick job of cleaning up, and I grab my plane on our way downstairs. The whole crew is in the kitchen, making breakfast, everyone turning silent when we walk in.
“I’m in love,” I say.
“You didn’t know that?” Dean asks.
“I’m emotionally stunted, asshole.” I give him the finger.
“We heard.” Ollie blushes.
“Yep. Me too,” Ash adds. “Heard some banging as well.”
Zuri shrugs. “Sorry. Kinda hard to miss.”
“Am I supposed to be embarrassed? He can fuck me on the kitchen table in front of all of you for all I care. He’s got a great dick.”
“Oh Jesus.” Shai rubs a hand over his face.
“What’s that?” Tiernan asks, pointing to the plane in my hand, but he knows, both he and Cillian do, and they’re staring at it.
“My plane.”
“He stayed up all night building it,” Shai says. “You probably need to get some sleep soon.” He wraps an arm around me and kisses my temple.
“You got that for him?” Cillian asks.
“Yes,” Shai answers.
He walks over to us, lifting the model plane from my hand. He studies it, turns it around like he has to inspect every part of it. “It looks great,” Cillian finally says, before his gaze turns to Shai. “Thank you.”
“I love him. You don’t have anything to thank me for.”
“I want to find a place for it down here,” I tell them.
“What about on the piano?” Shai asks.
I turn to Cillian, letting him answer. “I think that’s the perfect spot.”
The three of us walk into the living room, and I take the plane from Cillian and place it atop his piano, part of him and part of me. Cillian got back something from his childhood, and I did too, because of the men we love.
“Okay, I’m feeling like I hit my emotional quota for like…the next month. Can we get back to normal now? Go kill someone or something?” I say, making them laugh.
“Fuck yes, we can,” Cil answers.
“Let’s get you something to eat,” Shai says, and we join our family in the kitchen, in this perfect little world we’ve created together.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Shai
The past week has been a whirlwind. They’ve had a lot of shit to do with the mob, which is a weird-ass thing to think, so I’ve been home with Ollie a lot. It’s wild to me that these guys balance going to college and selling drugs, arms deals, and murder, and I must admit, I’m jealous. I want to be allowed further into their world, want to be the one who gets to go with Rory when shit goes down, want to learn how to protect him, to be exactly who he needs me to be in every way. I know I should feel lucky I’m here at all, and I do, but as much as I enjoy my time with Ollie, sitting at home and waiting for them isn’t me.
Everyone is going to school this morning, and I’m off work, so not for the first time, I’ll be alone in the house. We’re all up together now, sitting in the kitchen, everyone eating before they leave.
“Do I really have to go?” Rory asks Ollie, fluttering his lashes dramatically.
“Yes. Seriously. You have a quiz.”
“Did you think he’d say something different?” Cillian asks. “If I have to go, so do you.”
“You literally get out of class at noon today. I think you’ll be fine,” I tell Rory, stuck in this weird place between agreeing with Ollie because Rory has been given an incredible opportunity a lot of people would kill for, and also agreeing with Rory because it’s not like he’ll ever use his degree. We all know what his future holds.