Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,31
the brown bread mix over and over.
My stomach tightens as I think of Breda.
“I’m not tired,” I answer as I sit down at the table that’s been cleaned off. I drag the sleeves of the jumper across my knuckles. Michelle continues to knead the brown bread. She takes the large bowl over to the table before leaving and returning with flour that she sprinkles on the table.
“He’s outside. Having a bath.” She doesn’t look at me.
I’m ready to say that I’m not looking for him.
Michelle’s gaze rises to me as she shapes the brown bread.
“He’s alone.” That’s it, she returns to baking, and I rise. I pause, knowing I should say something.
“Thanks for letting me stay.”
A nod of her head is all I get.
I leave through the back door. The sky is black, but the moon lights up the outside world. I’m ready to call his name, but I don’t as the moonlight washes over him.
It’s bizarre. He’s lying in a bathtub in the middle of the back garden, smoking, with the moon shining down on him. I continue to walk towards him, trying to figure out why he was in a bath outside.
“Fuck off.” His words have me freezing. He turns his head towards me. Those eyes are filled with darkness that slowly lightens.
“I thought it was someone else.” He sinks back down in the bath.
“Who, Siobhan?” I ask, knowing I sound jealous.
“Go on to bed, love.” His voice is soft, and I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips.
“Why are you bathing outside?” I ask as I reach the bathtub. I’m trying to keep my eyes above his waistline, but it’s very hard. One leg hangs over the edge. I dip my hand in; the water is warm.
“I’ve always loved this, and Michelle had it ready for me.” He throws the cigarette out onto the grass, and I can’t stop staring at him. He’s gorgeous, and even more so, lying in a bathtub under the moonlight.
“I’ve never had a bath outside.”
Shay’s heavy gaze swings to me. “Is that right?”
I’m not sure if his voice holds humor.
“Yeah.” My stomach squirms, and I’m questioning who I am as I kick off my runners and remove my socks and jeans. Shay doesn’t say a word as I pull my jumper over my head, leaving my bra and panties on.
He still says nothing as I step into the tub. He moves, giving me more space. This time I can’t avoid looking at his large cock that’s hard. He’s sitting up, water dripping down his defined chest. He’s exactly like I had imagined he would be with water on his chest.
I can’t meet his eyes, and I focus on filling my hands with water and pouring it across my shoulders.
“So, how did this come about?” I ask. My fingers push some of the bubbles aside. There aren’t many of them, but I use it to not look at him. I’m not feeling as brave now. He moves, and the water sloshes across the edge.
My heart stills when my gaze meets his. He’s looking at me, his dark eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them before.
“What do you want, Emma?” The way he asks the question has me sitting back slightly. What do I want? Right here and now, I wanted to touch Shay.
I move forward and reach under the water. My hand grips his cock, and he moves abruptly at the contact. More water splashes over the side of the tub.
“Easy, love.”
I can’t stop the grin as I touch him again. This time he’s more prepared. His cock feels huge in my hand. The texture feels odd under the water. I stroke up and down, and Shay rests back with a groan that he releases to the moon. I pause, momentarily captured by the angles and shadows of his face.
“Don’t tease,” he says without looking at me.
I return to my gentle strokes. I feel like a goddess as he groans and moans. My heart trips and speeds at an alarming rate as I increase my strokes.
“Tell me when you are going to come,” I whisper, but I don’t look away from his cock that grows and shifts under the water. I’m too taken with the power that touching him gives me.
This is a moment—a moment like no other as I speed up. Shay shifts, and water sloshes over the edge of the bathtub. “I’m going to come.”
I don’t pause but dip my head under the water and capture his cock in