Page 10 of Devil's Luck

I know the family has holdings in a few restaurants, bars, and even a brand new nightclub that recently opened downtown.

I also know there is a vast network of other not so legal operations being handled under the strong hand of my lover. There is a territory he works within, and rules even he has to follow in regard to other families who operate under the criminal world’s thumb, but if he feels any pressure, he doesn’t show it to me. I can’t even imagine the stresses he deals with on a dailybasis, but he has yet to put even a fracture of that weight on my shoulders.

Yes, he gets phone calls and texts at all hours of the day and night.

Yes, he never leaves or comes home at the same time every day.

And yes, he has hushed conversations with the nameless men who appear at our door when you least expect it.

But do I complain? No.

Will I ever? Probably eventually, but not so far. I am happy to be on his arm, in his heart, and in his bed.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

CHAPTER FIVE

NOLA

Circling my hands around his waist, I press myself against Fergus’s back as he rinses the bubbles from his face and beard. I swear this darling man of mine has more products for the hairon his face than he does on his head. But that’s okay, it’s soft and he likes when I pull on it when I’m riding his dick.

Which is what I would love to be doing right now.

“What are you doing, mo fhíorghra?”

“I missed you.” I know I’m whining, but I really did miss him.

Corrin called just as Fergus and I were about to crawl into bed last night, and then he was gone all night. This is the first morning in the month I’ve been living with him that I woke up not in his arms and I was sad . . . for all about five seconds until I heard the water running in the shower and realized he was finally home.

Turning in my arms, Fergus leans down to kiss me, sending a spray of water over both our heads.

I pull his head down to deepen our kiss and hold him to my lips with my hand on the back of his neck.

“How much did you miss me?” He asks as he licks a stray drop of water from my bottom lip.

“So much.”

“I know just the way you can show me.”

“Yes, please.”

And with that, his hands slide down my body, fingers tracing both my nipples before continuing their journey along my ribcage, then stomach, and finally resting at my hips. With a tight squeeze, Fergus spins us both around so I’m now facing the shower wall. My hands hit the marble in a loudslapto keep my body from moving an inch from where he wants me.

“Keep your hands right there,” he growls as he bites down on the side of my neck. “Don’t move.”

His hands begin their journey across my body again, but this time with him pressed up tight behind me. He starts at my butt this time. “Your ass fits my hands perfectly. It was made for me.”

“Yesssss,” I hiss as he squeezes it so tight I can feel each finger pressing deep.

Moving on, as his hands move to my front, he brushes soft touches across my pelvis, up my torso, and across my sternum, before one hand stops its journey at my left breast, while the other creeps up to turn my face to the right so our lips meet.

It’s hard to turn too far, since I’m not allowed to move my hands from the wall, but with Fergus being a fair bit taller than I am, we make it work. Not that I’m short by any means, at five foot eight I’m taller than most of my friends, including Remi, but it puts me a good six inches below Fergus who towers over me at six-two.

“Is this what you wanted . . . when you interrupted . . . my shower?” Fergus lets my chin go and goes back to kissing thatsame spot on my neck. If he keeps this up, I have no doubt there will be one hell of a mark by the time he’s done with me.

“I just wanted you . . .” The shower starts to fill with steam, which is making my hands start to slide, but I quickly put them back where they belong before I continue my answer. “. . . however you would take me.”

“Any way I want?”

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