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“That’s not something youeverjoke about,” he spits at her, looking revolted. “You’re fucking shaming him with your disgusting words.”

I throw a warning look in Paddy’s direction, but he ignores me.Iknow Tig is joking, but I haven’t told her about Tahlie and her gossip yet, so she has no idea that she is waving the proverbial red flag in front of the bull.

The rest of the table is silent as Tig plucks up her coffee and takes a measured sip, fixing her eyes on Paddy, all seriousness now.

“I would never joke in front of anyone who isn’t in this room,” she snaps at him, her eyes flashing. “I’m being pleasant because Seamus wants me to be friendly with his friends. That’s it. That’s the whole dirty, nasty, secret ulterior motive. I’m doing what my husband told me to. So sue me.”

They glare at each other until Paddy starts shaking his head at her.

“You need to be very careful,” he hisses at her. “There are a number of people in our organization who don’t trust you, and they won’t care if you’re only ‘joking’. They’ll listen to one crude joke like that and put a bullet through your brain.”

“Yeah, I like to think I’ve learned from my mother’s mistakes, thanks,” she shoots back, and Paddy starts in surprise. They all do.

Tig’s lower lip trembles. Right. That’s the fucking line right there, and Paddy needs to back the fuck away from it. I clear my throat, drawing the attention of the table to me.

“That’s enough, Paddy,” I tell him, letting the order in my voice be heard. “I told Tig I wanted her to make more of an effort with you all. She expressed her concerns that any friendliness on her part might be misconstrued, especially given the manner of her mother’s death. I assured her that I trust every single person at this table,includingmywife,and I won’t have you question her fidelity.”

I glare at Paddy until he nods, turning his attention to his meal. Reaching over, I take Tig’s hand, stroking my thumb over the back of it. Offering her a reassuring smile, I squeeze her hand and release it.

No one speaks for the rest of the meal. Finally, Niall grunts his thanks to Tig, and the rest follow suit, including Paddy. Liam clears the table, everyone melting out of the room when I tell them I will meet them in the den.

Tig and I sit in silence until we hear them enter the den and the door close.

“So.” I look over at her, and she glances up at me. “You’ve a hankering for an Irish gangbang?”

She flushes, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth before she swallows it down.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” she breathes, standing and moving toward me as I push my chair back from the table, lounging in my seat to look up at her.

“I believe I’m talking about my wife uttering the words ‘gotta work to get all that Irish in me’,” I drawl.

Her eyes widen innocently as she unbuttons my jeans and straddles me, taking my hard dick in one smooth movement until I am fully sheathed. Her eyes glitter impishly as she rolls her hips, drawing a groan from me.

“This is all the Irish I ever need in me,” she whispers, rolling her hips again.

“Feck me,” I groan. Tig shivers at the Irish brogue, so I lay it on thicker. “Ye feel incredible,mo chroí.”

“So do you, Seamus.”

Her head tips back as she starts to ride me. My lips find her pulse, sucking gently as she works her hips, grinding her clit down on me, chasing her release. Her inner muscles start to clench. She’s so fucking close.

“I love ye, Tig,” I whisper into her neck. “So much.”

She comes with a moan, tugging my head back so she can look into my eyes.

“I love you too, Seamus,” she gasps, and I come.

Chapter Nineteen

SEAMUS

Paddy turns to me when I saunter into the den, feeling on top of the fucking world. My wife loves me. It’s a fucking beautiful morning.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Paddy,” I snap at him, shooting him a warning glare when he opens his mouth.

He shuts his mouth again, looking furious, leaning petulantly against the window sill.

“Sean wants us on the weapons shipment. He’s antsy since there hasn’t been any retaliation from the Bulgarians for Niall’s little killing spree.” I nod to the Reaper, and he smirks back at me.


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