Page 95 of Dangerously
“Didn't you two get enough last night?”
I think on it. “That word doesn’t correlate to sex in my vocabulary.”
“Meh. Mine either. Have fun.” He puts his arm around Aisling and cuddles her up.
“I owe you.” I run out of the room.
“For a hell of a lot more than just babysitting services,” he calls out.
Back in our room, I find Fallon smack dab in the middle of soaping up. I rip my pants off, reminiscing about the first time I saw her naked. It was a setting quite similar to this, and it was the exact moment I knew she was a storm I had to drive straight into the heart of.
Pinning her against the wall, I get down to work.
“Where is Aisling?” she asks as I lick and kiss my way down her neck, groping and caressing all her naked curves.
“With March. He’s doing me a solid. We unfortunately have to make this quick. Having a kid is turning me into a sexual opportunist.”
“You won’t hear me complaining.”
“Oh, how life has changed.” I thrust inside her and get washed away. Life may not be perfect, but sometimes it’s damn good.
After our morning quickie, I resume fatherly duties. Once I get myself dressed, I concentrate solely on the heart that beats outside my body. Cleaned, dressed, healthy, happy. Our morning begins on a high note. Hopefully, we ride this wave all the way to Scotland.
Heading downstairs to meet Fallon and March, I have a run-in with Liam. He’s lucky I’m holding Aisling. It keeps my hostility at bay.
“Beautiful little girl.” Slime just drips off the pedophile president’s compliment.
“Yeah, thanks.” I push past him near the top of the stairs. He stares at me with the utmost disdain. The jealousy is so apparent you can see it from space. He hates me for fucking his daughter. He hates that I have what he wants, as sick and disgusting as it sounds. I see the way he looks at her. It’s not with parental affection. He covets her. Even after all these years.
“I hope you enjoyed your time,” Liam throws a cryptic message at me.
“Enjoyed my time where?” I question from a few stairs below him.
“Your time here. Withmyfamily.”
“The only company I enjoy that has any relation to you is Fallon and Farrah. I’m already taking Fallon. One day, we’ll come back for Farrah.” I don’t know where that threat springs from, but the belief swims through every cell in my body.
Liam only thins his shifty green eyes at me. That’s all the response I need. His family will soon be my family. And he’ll get what a man like him deserves.Nothing.
I turn and make my way down the stairs, ready to depart from this abomination of affluence.
Fallon called it exactly what it is, a beautiful house of horrors.
Downstairs, there’s a huge spread for breakfast once again, this time in the large great room that overlooks the front courtyard. I recognize some new items on the menu. A loaf of Irish soda bread, a plate of scones, and a few varieties of jam. Also, a pile of boxty, which if you aren’t familiar, Americans call them potato pancakes.
Fallon and March are already sitting down, injecting a carafe of caffeine while Farrah looks as if she’s about to erupt in her seat.
“Morning, Declan.”
“Morning, Farrah.” Her childlike energy is making me grin.
“I texted Ludo last night asking him if he could make some Irish treats. To bring you a little bit of home.”
“I see that. And I may just be a wee bit excited about it.” I wink, reaching for a piece of soda bread for Aisling and me to share. It’s been an age since I had a decent slice.
Farrah watches me with a giddy expression. “Good?”
“Delicious,” I answer with a mouthful.
