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As much as I wanted to hold Cormac, I knew I would have a million more opportunities to do so later.

Once I heard the bathroom door shut, I carefully rushed downstairs and outside with him in my arms and headed straight to Evan.

“Can you watch him for a little bit?” I ask, not waiting for her answer as I’m already handing him off to her.

“Duh.” Evan smiles at him as she bounces him on her hip before yelling over to Prez, who is by the grill with Scotch. “Cain! I want one!”

He just shakes his head.

“I didn’t hear a no, did you?” Evan tells Cormac in a baby voice. “You need a cousin to play with.”

I snort.

Like Cain would tell his woman no.

“Thanks. It won’t be long,” I lie as I retreat, wanting to make it back to my room before Aisling comes out of the bathroom.

It’ll be long once I get my hands on her fucking tits.

“Wait, where are you going?” Evan calls to me. “Is Aisling okay?”

“She’s good.” I wink.

All of my brothers start catcalling and laughing.

“He’s not going to be back anytime soon, hellcat, so get your fix in.” Prez smirks as he walks over to Evan.

“Ohhh,” Evan drags out, her mouth making an o shape as it clicks. “You two have fun!”

I wave as I jog back inside and up the stairs to my room. I’m panting by the time I make it to my bed.

Jesus Christ, Cyrus is right. I am a fat ass.

Aisling still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. Just as I’m starting to wonder if I should go in and check on her, I hear the lock click and the door opens, revealing my cherry cola goddess, who lives rent-free in my head.

“Get on the fucking bed, Aisling,” I growl, my voice low and gruff.

She drinks me in, her lids lowering and eyes flaring with heat as she stands frozen in the doorway.

“I’m not going to tell you again.”

Her feet move as her eyes never leave mine. Her chest is rising and falling, and her cheeks are flushed.

She’s magnificent.

As she approaches, I spread my legs so she can stand between them. Her hands rest on top of my shoulders as she looks down at me through her heavy-lidded eyes. “Where’s Cormac?”

“Evan’s watching him,” I rumble as I run my hands up her thighs, over her hips and around to her ass, cupping her full cheeks as I committing every curve to memory. “I figured we could use a little alone time.”

Her hands rub over my shoulders until she reaches the back of my head. It’s all nails from there as she drags them up my scalp, making my dick twitch. Her nails dig in, pushing my head forward until my face is pressed into her covered tits. “What are we going to do with it?” Her voice comes out needy and breathless.

I move my face from side to side trying to burrow deeper into my second favorite place on earth, but the material is keeping me from what’s mine.

On a growl, I grab the hem of her shirt and yank it up and over her head, tossing it on the ground. She’s left with nothing but a black lace bra. The top of her tits are spilling over slightly, just begging to be licked.

I want to take my time, but last night in the alley didn’t even put a dent in the need I have for her that’s been building over the last year and a half.

Fuck it.