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“Call you what? Pooky Bear?”
He shakes his head, but doesn’t respond, so I figure we are done here. I throw the towel in a basket by the door, and as I twist the handle, I hear Darragh clear his throat.
“Harper,” he says. I turn back to look at him and he seems a little nervous. “Would you come to the girls’ interview with me? They like you, and I need them to behave and get into this school.”
“I sure can, Pooky Bear,” I say with a wink, and quickly step through the door, closing it before he can change his mind. Running back upstairs, I detour to Sullivan’s room. I haven’t seen him yet this morning. Each room has a biometric door lock you press your thumb on before it will unlock. Ronan mentioned last night after dinner he needed to see me in his office to sign paperwork, and he also to added my thumb prints to the bedroom locks.
Sullivan is lying asleep on his stomach. The cover is pulled up, but it has left a small portion of his ass to peek out, and damn, the man has an amazing ass. I tiptoe across the room and peel my sweaty clothes off, dropping them to the floor. Curling back up in bed for a little while sounds like an amazing plan. When I kneel on the side of the bed, Sullivan moves quickly, grabbing me and flipping me onto the mattress. He settles between my legs and leans in close, his long hair draping in a curtain around us. Everything happened so fast, all I can do is stare at him, and he smiles.
“This is a pleasant surprise, but I could smell your pussy the second you took your clothes off. Who got you so hot and bothered this early in the morning?”
“I woke up to Cian’s dick pressed against my ass, and I may have gotten jealous over Ronan and Celia.”
Confusion clouds his face, and I sigh. “I found Celia upstairs this morning and might have gotten jealous. Then Ronan kissed me, and I was in a puddle at his feet. You guys are making me soft. I don’t do the hearts and flowers bullshit—I’m an independent woman.”
Sullivan laughs. “You can still be an independent woman, Love, but get used to the hearts and flowers. What brings you in here to me?”
“I need to move past what happened, and it needs to be you. You make me feel safe.”
“I will always try to make you feel safe—always,” he says, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on my jaw. His lips are soft and lush as he moves slowly down my neck, each kiss sending a wave of pleasure to my core. As much as I want to take my time with this man, I can’t. I need him to fuck me and remove some of the fear. It’s stupid, since I know Sullivan of all people won’t hurt me. My heart beats frantically in my chest and my hips buck forward. His hard cock rubs against my pussy and the friction has me wanting more.
“I need you inside me,” I pant.
“If at any time you want me to stop, tell me. Don’t pretend with me, Love.”
I nod and tears lace my eyes, ready to spill over. Sullivan looks into my eyes as he lines up the tip and slides inside of me slowly. My tears fall, not because I’m here with him, but because I held onto that fear. Those men made me feel like I would never be worthy again, even if it was a stupid thought. Sullivan doesn’t move. He waits for me to give him the okay, so I nod, but he still doesn’t stop watching my expressions as he pulls back and slowly thrusts inside. Resting his body weight on one of his elbows, he uses the other hand to wipe away my tears.
“You’re safe with us, Angel, and there is no need to be jealous. We are loyal. No one could light up a room like you do. You must see it—you have all three of us wrapped around your little finger.”
That makes me laugh. “I’ve done nothing of the sort.”
“Is that right?” he says, and I nod.
Sullivan grabs my arms, though he does it slow enough to not scare me and pins them above my head. He doesn’t apply too much pressure and I know if I wanted, I could easily pull them down and he wouldn’t stop me.
“Maybe it’s these tits,” he says as he places his mouth over my one of my nipples and sucks, running his tongue over the tip.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as my back arches from the bed. “Yes, keep doing that.”
Sullivan slides his hand under my ass and lifts me slightly off the bed as he rotates his hips slowly. I realize he isn’t fucking me right now; he is slowly making love to me. I want that with him. I want him to love me.
He steadily works my body toward an orgasm, taking his time, loving me in a way no one has before. The pesky tears are back as the orgasm takes over my body, goosebumps lining my skin, and the tremors wreck me. I always thought making love would be boring, that it was something only married couples did, and why those men frequented brothels.
Sullivan comes inside me—something I have let no men do besides them. How have they been able to break down my walls and make me trust them? I know I shouldn’t, given their line of work combined with what I saw at the butcher shop. It cemented the fact these Irish men of mine do indeed hurt people.
Celia sits in on my meeting with my lawyers. This one is purely legitimate and relates to the rebuild of The Fiddler. Celia has been a competent assistant, making sure I keep on top of all my legit business endeavors.
“I received the paperwork for The Range, and everything is now in Harper’s name.”
“Thanks, Masters, I’ll be in contact.”
We end the call, but Celia makes no move to stand, even though she knows most of my day is free. I made her clear my schedule since I have no legitimate work to handle.
“You know, if you step out of line again, I will have to fire you.”
She nods. “I understand, I’m sorry. I thought maybe you slept in, but I was only going to knock on your door. Besides, I didn’t realize Harper was living here.”
“It’s Miss Daniels to you, Celia, and as you’re on my payroll, you will show her respect.”
