Filthy (Five Points' Mob Collection #1) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,132

like our passcode, our vow to one another.

“Will you take it out now?”

I grinned at her again. “Didn’t like it?”

“It’s not you.”

Well, if that wasn’t good for a man’s ego, what was?

Sitting up, I moved closer to her so I could press a kiss to her mouth. She flinched when I licked my tongue over her bottom lip and I shot her a knowing smile when she pinkened adorably.

“I missed you,” she whispered when I stared deeply into her eyes.

Pressing my forehead against hers, I sighed. “I’m sorry I’ve been so…”

“Bullheaded?”

“That.” My lips curved. “I came here as often as I could though, didn’t I?”

“Just really late and you were like a bear with a sore paw.”

I whistled. “Two animal comparisons in less than thirty seconds. Someone’s feeling spunky.”

A laugh escaped her. “I am, actually.”

“Not too sore?” My tone sobered as I asked the question.

“No. Bit achy, but nothing terrible.” She bit her lip. “The doctor came yesterday, by the way. Said it’s healing so well because I was healthy before, you know? PT’s helping and, I’m on the mend.” She pressed her hand to my jaw, which I knew had clenched at her statement. “Don’t be angry.”

Stunned, I gaped at her. “Angry? I’m not angry at you, Aoife. Sweet Jesus. As if I could be. I’m mad at myself. We’ll never get these months back, baby. I’m so sorry.”

Her mouth twitched. “Lena says never to expect apologies from you guys.”

“Lena should know when to keep her mouth shut,” I grumbled, rubbing her sore bottom lip with my thumb. “When will you be 100%?”

“Another three or so months.” Her nose crinkled with distaste for that prognosis.

The idea of being without her for another three months was agony.

“No more sex until she visits again. In nine days’ time.” This time, she beamed at me. “We’ll have to be careful, though. It’s still damn sore.”

“My angel wants to be treated like a princess, huh?”

Her cheeks turned bright pink. “Not particularly.”

I laughed outright at that. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Tapping her on the nose, I murmured, “You’re a dirty little thing.”

She winced. “Hardly.”

I knew the only thing she was refusing to believe there was the ‘little’ comment. But fuck that.

“Definitely. There’s nothing you wouldn’t let me do to you, is there?” When she licked her lips, I knew I had my answer. Groaning, I rubbed my morning wood against her thigh and mumbled, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Just for another week,” she said in a delightfully breathy, singsong tone.

“You’ve been so good, sweetheart.” I reached down and began to pat her pussy once more. When she spread her legs eagerly, I grinned at the sight.

When I touched her clit, she clenched her ass and stomach muscles, rocking slightly. In the light of day, I saw the discomfort flicker on her face, the tiny muscles giving her away, and knew that next week, when we finally could be skin to skin, I’d have to be careful like she admitted. But that was okay. I’d treat her like porcelain if I could just get back inside her.

“Don’t bear down,” I ordered her as I moved to the thick base of the toy and carefully pulled it out. She was a little dry and I winced as she released a sharp gasp—wouldn’t be doing that again, but last night, I’d been in a different frame of mind, a dumbass mind, evidently.

In apology, I threw the toy onto the floor. It clunked and somehow switched itself on which had Aoife lifting a hand to cover her face as she burst out laughing. The giggles cascaded from her like a waterfall and they brought so much lightness to my heart, it was a wonder I didn’t start flying.

Shaking my head at her as I maneuvered down the bed, I slipped between her thighs and stared at her gorgeous little cunt in the dappled sunlight.

I hadn’t meant to spend the night. Had intended on dropping in and then being back at the office by six, but it was just past dawn and through the blinds, the sun sent glittery rays over her creamy form.

From this angle, her hair looked like an intense Douro red wine. And her pussy? Like a Malbec. Christ, I couldn’t stop myself from spreading her lips, sucking on her clit, and flickering my tongue over the nubbin. I could taste my seed on her, but more than anything, it was just her. Intense, powerful, mine.

I let the stirrings of pleasure flow