Page 67 of The Apprentice
Daire slammed up into me so roughly that I nearly bounced completely off him. I grappled at his chest to keep myself upright.
“Daddy Daire,” I whimpered.
“Good night, Fionn.” The call ended.
No matter how much I wanted to feel guilty for what I’d done, I couldn’t because I was riding a high—addicted to every ounce of Daddy Daire I could milk out.
With one hand, he pinched my nipple and twisted, and that was all it took.
I threw my head back and yelled out my release, my hard-on jerking as cum splattered across his stomach.
“Fuck, boy. You’re so tight.” A few more thrusts, and he came, too, filling my battered asshole once more.
Before I could collapse on top of him, Daire carefully helped me off his dick to lie at his side. He rose, leaving me in a messy heap on the bed as he went into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a washcloth and took the time to clean me before he did the same to himself. After disposing of the cloth, he returned to lie beside me.
He laid a gentle kiss on my lips. “How are you feeling?”
I groaned, exhaustion catching up to me. “Fucked.”
He chuckled as he tickled his fingers over my chest. “I hope so.”
I hummed happily. “Sleep now?”
He pressed another kiss on my already bruised mouth. “Sleep.”
This was the first time we would doze in the same bed after sex. Together. Next to each other. The thought made me grin widely despite the fatigue. I’d wanted this from the beginning, and now it was happening. All my dreams were coming true. I’d finally landed my prize. My Daddy.
I laid my hand on his chest, across his heart, and left it there for a moment to feel the fast beat beneath my palm. Then, I traced the lines of one of his tattoos, and he turned his head to smile. He grasped my wrist and brought it to his lips, laying a kiss over my pulse.
“Boy, sleep. I mean it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
14
DAIRE
I woke first but couldn’t manage to make it out of bed. I was captivated by the rise and fall of Fionn’s chest. He was even more beautiful asleep, his lashes long and dark against his creamy cheeks, mouth curved in a hint of a smile that had my heart thundering. He appeared content, lost in a world where nothing bothered him. This was the Fionn not many people had the privilege to see.
I trailed my fingers down his neck and over his collarbone, delighting in the shiver that swept through him. I’d always left after sex, but not this time. How could I have given this up for so long? I was stupid and proud and... me. My role in life was clear—I was the son who always didright.
The good son.
The caretaker.
The one who fixed all the mistakes my older brother made.
The thought of Aodhan made me groan. I had to tell Sloan about my brother soon. Aodhan was still in town, and every time I questioned him about how long he would be here, he brushed me off with a wink. Getting a real answer out of him waslike getting through a month at the Killough Company without bloodshed.
Impossible.
My parents still thought Aodhan was the light of their lives, though, because he was their perfect oldest son. If I left telling Sloan any longer, all hell would break loose, and I might not get out alive this time.
Fionn groaned and shifted, his eyes slowly prying open to peek up at me with a half-lidded stare. He smiled and his long lashes fluttered. “You’re still here.”
I flinched, his words a violent punch to the stomach. I’d done that to him, hadn’t I? I broke his heart and made him think he didn’t deserve this. But I’d make it up to him for the rest of our lives.
“Where else would I be?” I kissed the corner of his mouth and smoothed a finger down his cheek. “I’m your Daddy now, boy.”
