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“So, what do you say?”
She looks at me, all gums and gusto. “Thank you, Uncle Cillian!”
I look over at Valentina’s little garden. A cesspit of mulchy soil and hardy flowers that have somehow managed to grow, even under a toddler’s careless eye. A year ago, I would have rather gouged out my eyeballs with a rusty spoon than let even an inch of my garden become so unkempt. But I guess a lot has changed in a year.
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
“Right, we better get going. But I’ll see you tonight, right?” She asks the question with a twinkle in her eye, her lips softened by a knowing smile.
A hiss escapes from my nostrils. “You will, unfortunately.”
With her hand entwined in Valentina’s hair and Fergus balancing in the crook of her arm, she doesn’t have a free limb to swat me with, so she settles for bumping her shoulder against mine. “Don’t say it like that. It’s your first Quinn ball—you should be excited! Lottie definitely is. Has she shown you her dress yet?”
I shake my head.
“Oh, good. We went shopping in New York last week… I think you’ll love it.”
I think I will too.
I show the Quinns out and then head to the living quarters. Lottie is hunched over a textbook at the kitchen table, huge rollers in her hair. Sneaking up behind her, I curl my hands over her shoulders and begin to massage the tension out of them.
Her soft moan makes my dick tingle.
“Don’t,” she pleads throatily. “Ihaveto get this chapter done before I can start getting ready for the ball.”
My hand slips over her soft neck and into the opening of her silk robe. My touch sinks lower, over the swell of her breast and finds her nipple. It hardens under my fingertips. With my lips against her throat, I mutter, “Fuck the exam. Fuck me instead.”
Her chuckle melts into a moan when I rub her nub between my thumb and forefinger. “It’s important… you know….ugh,” I cut her off with a move that always sends her wild: gently grazing my teeth against the pulse in her throat. It’s like a magic password—open sesame! —and she rises from the chair, turns, and slides her ass onto the edge of the kitchen table instead. Neither of us pay attention to her textbook landing on the floor with a dull thud, or the way her highlighters and pens scatter across the surface like marbles.
She glides the hem of her robe up her thigh, smooth like melted butter, and spreads her legs. “I guess there’s always time for a quick study break,” she says huskily, locking her ankles around the back of me. Biting her lip, she tugs at my belt, yanks down my zipper, and frees my cock from the constraints of my jeans.
I watch, hungrily, as she leans back on her elbows and dips her hand between her thighs. Then, she rubs her own juices up and down the length of my shaft, using her own excitement as lube. A low groan escapes me—god, I love how quick she gets wet for me. When my cock can’t take her teasing anymore, I grab her hips and slide myself into her welcoming pussy. It’s warm and just as tight as the day I broke it in. The walls of her sex feel bespoke, conforming to my cock like they were tailor-made for me. I gently lower her onto the table and untie her robe, exposing her tits. They bounce with the impact of my frantic, rhythmic pumps, stopped only when I can’t resist leaning over and clamping my mouth over them. We cum together, hard and intense, her soft body convulsing under me, her hands interlocked around my head, holding it against her heartbeat.
“I love you,” she sighs, brushing her lips over the bristles of my hair.
“I love you more,” I murmur, catching my breath.
We lay like this for a few moments, drifting down from our high, until she plants a firm kiss on my lips and wriggles her way from underneath me. “I have to get ready or we’ll be late.” She casts a frown over her now dog-earned textbook, picking it up from the floor. It lands on the table with a resounding thud. “I guess if I fail I can always retake it, right?”
I laugh, unable to resist silencing her self-doubt with a kiss of my own. “Angel, you’ve had your nose in that textbook for three weeks straight. You won’t fail your midterms. In fact, I bet you’ll have the highest score in your class.”
She offers me a hopeful smile. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
As she snakes her arms around my neck, I make a mental note to find out who the Dean of the University of Philadelphia is. My girl earned her place on the psychology program with no help from me, and I don’t doubt she’ll pass her first year with flying colors, either. But just in case…
“Right, I need to shower,” she says, planting a peck on the tip of my nose and flouncing off towards the bedroom. Before she disappears, she turns and flashes me a coy grin. “And before you ask,no,you can’t join me. We’ll never make it out of here.”
I pin her with a lustful stare. “Never making it out of here is fine by me, baby.”
Her laugh travels through the room and a few moments later, I hear the shower turn on.
I pour myself a whiskey on the rocks and step out into the Garden, the humidity like a warm hug. Passing Valentina’s pit and following the river, I stop by the waterfall and sink down onto the bank, dangling my feet in the current.
The Garden of Eden. I love this fucking place, even more so now Lottie is a near-permanent fixture here. She’s grown to love it as much as I do, leaving the city every evening and weekend and coming straight here, instead of our penthouse in the heart of Philly. She brings her textbooks, studying either at the kitchen table with a glass of wine, or where I’m sitting now, her feet dangling in the river. I like it because it keeps her safe and out of harm’s way as I settle into my new role: head of the Philadelphia and South Jersey mafia. I take a slug of whiskey and close my eyes, satisfied.
Life’s good. I’ve done the two things that my father could never do: become a boss and love his family.
