Poor guy was pale as a sheet, but he’d be okay. The wound wasn’t too bad, and I knew Chen could take care of him.
My thoughts drifted back to that man on the roof and my beautiful Colleen.
I didn’t think she’d sell me out. It didn’t make any sense for her to do that. She could simply walk away and help her uncle whenever she wanted to, she didn’t need to stay in my house to fuck me over.
But then again, it might be easier that way.
I banished those thoughts and shook my head. I drank back my whisky and put the glass down on the kitchen table.
I wasn’t going down that path. Colleen didn’t betray me, and that was all I cared about.
We fucked up and walked into an ambush.
Let the Celtic Club think they won something over us. They could laugh all they fucking wanted.
Next time, I wasn’t going easy.
22
Colleen
I went upstairs just like he ordered, but I stopped in my room first. I rifled through the clothes he bought me until I found a lacy navy-blue bra and the matching panties. I hurried up to his room and shut the door behind me as I undressed.
I left my clothes in a pile on the floor. I put the bra on, pressing my breasts together, then pulled on the panties. I stood there nearly naked for a long moment before walking into his bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and bit my lip. I looked at the bandage on my shoulder, but left it where it was. I wanted him to see it, wanted him to remember why I was there, why we came together in the first place.
But that wasn’t the only place I wanted him to look.
I splashed water on my face then walked back to the bed. I sat at the end of it, leaning back on my hands, and tried to keep my heart from racing.
I couldn’t blame him for thinking I might’ve betrayed him.
It looked that way, at least. Hitting O’Hare’s was my idea, and before they could even get inside the building, someone was shooting at them. It looked a lot like I set them up.
But I didn’t. He wouldn’t believe me, I knew he wouldn’t, but I didn’t. I was tempted to tell my uncle about it, if only because that would’ve guaranteed my father would get released. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and when the time came to go out with him in that car, I went willingly.
And I hoped they’d find a bunch of Club assholes inside that bar and kill them all.
If I had told my uncle, I knew there would’ve been every single Club soldier at that bar. They would’ve made sure Steven got inside, and they would’ve made sure he never got back out again. But instead, there was a single lone sniper on the roof, and I think they always left him up there to watch over their little favorite spot.
Probably because my uncle had a lot of cash hidden inside.
I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I felt foolish and silly, and more than once I thought about getting up and pulling my clothes on.
But instead, I stayed on the bed, nearly naked.
Until I heard him come up the steps.
I sat up straight, chest out, heart hammering. He opened the door and the light from the hall spilled inside. He stood there for a moment, a brief flicker of surprise ghosted across his expression, before he shut the door behind him.
The room was lit by a single bedside lamp.
He walked to me and tilted his head.
“For me?” he asked, and his eyes moved up and down my body.
I opened my legs and leaned back on my hands.
“If you want,” I said.
He dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my thighs to my hips, then pulled me closer to him. He looked into my eyes and my heart beat so hard I thought I might pass out.
“You know what I want,” he said. His voice was low and thick, and I bit my lip hard enough to hurt.
“Why?” I asked. “Why do you… why do you want me?”
“Because.” He reached up and took my hair with his right hand. I let out a little moan and shut my eyes. His other hand moved down between my legs. “This is why,” he said. “And this.” He kissed my chest, then moved to my neck. “And this.” He kissed my neck, then my lips.
I kissed him back hard as his grip tightened in my hair. His other hand massaged between my legs and sent lightning bolts of pleasure up my spine. I moaned into his kiss, unable to help myself, and I wanted him so badly it hurt, it ached between my legs.
He released my hair and moved back. He stood and took a few steps back. I took deep, panting breaths, my mouth hanging open.
He began to unbutton his shirt.
“Stand up,” he said.
I stood slowly.
“Turn around,” he said. “Let me see you.”
I did a slow circle, up on my toes. His eyes stared at my ass and I loved the pure lust in his expression. He got his shirt off, his muscular torso so gorgeous in the dim lamp light. He began to take off his belt and I stepped up to him, taking over. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled him, then unbuttoned the front. I pulled his zipper down and took off his trousers. He kicked them aside as I massaged his thick, hard cock over his briefs. I took them off next and sucked in a breath at the sight of his twitching, rock hard shaft.
I took him with both hands and sucked his cock. He growled a moan and held the back of my head, hand in my hair, pulling tight.
