My thoughts have moved on. I pull up Kiera’s picture again and sit back in the seat as I thicken up.
The party is in a VIP suite at the Spades Royalle casino. A jazz band and about a dozen strippers are there to do their thing. A tall, shiny blonde with a minute skirt and sheer panties asks me for a light.
She says, “I can tell the weight of your cock with my tongue.”
I thank her for the offer, but I’m really not interested.
I know a lot of the guys will take advantage of the full-service extras all the girls are offering. Dad probably will. No reason he shouldn’t, and he’s one hell of a party guy, regardless of his age.
I leave early.
I’m surprised to find how much I’m looking forward to my wedding.
I get into bed early. My cock is up and hard, thinking of the picture of my bride-to-be.
Chapter Two
Kiera
Vegas, baby!
I can hardly sit still. I’m going to Vegas to marry the heir, the crown prince, of the O’Malley family.
When Papa made the arrangement for me to be married, he joked that we’d have to buy a bigger plane.
“There are aunts and cousins whose names I don’t even recognize calling up for their invitations.” He asked me, “Do you want every fucking McCarthy in Boston there to watch me give you away? Because you know I’ll do it for you if it will make you happy.”
I told him, “Papa, as long as you’re there, I’ll be grand. As far as I’m concerned, if I haven’t seen them at the dinner table or over a glass at Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or New Year’s, or Saint Paddy’s, then I couldn’t care less about them coming to my wedding. Honestly, if it was just you and me, you’d be doing me a favor.”
“Ah, we couldn’t leave your brothers behind.”
“I know we can’t. But that’s the favor you’d be doing for me.”
He knew I was only half serious. About that part, at any rate.
Our private jet is ready and waiting. Limos are lined up outside the house to take us to the airport.
People here in Boston talk about the O’Malleys a lot. When they talk about John, they always say how handsome and hot he is, but power gives a man an aura. There’s definitely a buzz about John.
They also say he’s quiet. Reserved. I like that in a man. The kind of man who thinks more than he talks has always been what I craved. I just hope it doesn’t mean that he’s closed off.
He looks smoking hot in the one photo I’ve seen, but I don’t want to let myself get too excited. There are too many ways a photo can be deceptive. Still, the O’Malleys are the top family here in Boston and I’ve heard they’re close to being the top dogs in Vegas too.
Papa is thrilled about the union between our families. We’ve had some tough years, and he’s leaned hard on me, so he’s wanted to see me happily settled for a long time. It will be a wrench to be such a long way from home, but he’s right. It’s time.
Our family business should be stronger thanks to the connection, though I don’t know if I will have much influence with my husband. Mustn’t take anything for granted.
I don’t have a clue how he’s going to feel about me. At nineteen, I look young, even for my age. So I hope he loves curves. I think my best assets are what you don’t see, but if he likes tits and ass, well, I’ve got more than enough of those.
Champagne flows in the plush cabin of our Gulfstream. Everybody is in full-on party mode. My older brothers Thomas and Aiden rib and tease me about being ‘sold off.’ Papa frowns from across the aisle and he looks like he’s going to step in. I give him the look, though. He knows I can look after myself. I don’t have any trouble taking their stupid jokes either.
“Oh, I’m really going to miss you eejits. It’s not hard to see why neither of you has found a wife yet. What self-respecting girl would want to be shackled to the likes of your dumb asses?”
“Oh, she’s full of herself now.” Aiden laughs. “Wait until your man gets you under his thumb.”
Thomas chimes in, “Sure, she’s a lamb to the slaughter.”
We’ve hardly gotten the wheels off the ground and these two have already moved from toasting with champagne to pints of Guinness and heavy tumblers sloshing with Bushmills Malt.
Thomas puts on a serious face. “It’s good that you’ve enjoyed your girly life up to now, little sister.”
Aiden nods solemnly. “It’s going to be nothing but obedient and devoted service from now on.”
Thomas agrees. “Darning and weaving. Cleaning and polishing.”
Aiden shakes his head slowly. “And long, long nights of relentless savagery.”