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I tighten my grip on the back of her head, my fingertips threaded through her thick hair and digging into her scalp as she gives me the best head I have ever had in my life.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” I growl as I push her further onto me while I rock my hips slightly. “You are so fucking good at that.”

She grabs my thigh with her free hand as I hit the back of her throat, struggling for a few breaths before she is able to accommodate every single inch of me.

Tears run down her cheeks as I fuck her hard. There is only so much control I’m willing to give her during sex and I reached my limit pretty much as soon as she started sucking.

She groans and sucks, and the sounds she makes are so damn beautiful as she devours my cock like she enjoys it as much as I do.

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” I say as my other hand slides to the back of her head too.

She mewls around my cock and sucks harder — spurred on by the praise – her pretty head bobbing up and down as she brings me to the edge of fucking heaven.

I close my eyes as I come hard, spurting down her throat. She sucks eagerly, pulling every last drop from me as though I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.

“Jesus, fuck!” I groan as the heat pulses through my entire body.

When I open my eyes again, my younger brother is standing awkwardly in front of our table. The look on his face makes me want to close my eyes again and pretend he’s not here.

I rub my hand over the back of Jessie’s head as she goes on softly suckling on my cock. “Liam? Something wrong?”

“Declan Boyle is here,” he says with a heavy sigh. “He’s with his wife.”

“Fuck,” I groan and Jessie looks up, releasing my dick from her pretty lips.

I hand her the handkerchief that I use instead of a pocket square. She takes it from me and wipes the corners of her mouth. “Who are they?” she asks.

I roll my eyes in annoyance and pull her up from beneath the table to sit on my lap again. “You remember why Mikey isn’t invited to weddings any more?”

She blinks for a few seconds before she realizes what I’m talking about. As the head of the Irish families here in New York, we get invited to plenty of weddings. Years ago, at Declan Boyle’s, my delinquent little brother decided it would be a good idea to nail the virgin bride at the wedding reception.

When they were discovered by Declan himself, he tried to cut off Mikey’s head with a butter knife. That was until Liam knocked him out before both he and his twin stole Declan’s new Maserati as a getaway car. I remember Declan being distinctly more pissed about the car than his wife. Needless to say, it took a hell of a lot of smoothing over.

Fortunately, Declan’s old man, Roy, is a lot more level headed and rational than his hot-headed son, and between us we’ve managed to keep the peace over the years.

“Oh no,” Jessie says, covering her mouth with her hand but still unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners.

“Is Roy with him?” I ask Liam.

“Nope,” he says with a shake of his head. “Just Kian and Evan.”

“Fuck!” I mutter. Kian and Evan are his brother and cousin. At least Roy would have kept them all on a leash.

“It was all okay and then she squeezed Mikey’s bicep and...” Liam shrugs.

That certainly wipes the smile off my girl’s face. “She what now?” Jessie snaps.

“Relax, my little wildcat,” I say with a laugh, wrapping my arms tightly around her.

“He only has eyes for you. Red,” Liam assures her before his eyes lock on mine again. “Things are getting a littletensedown there, bro.”

I blow out a breath. Can we never just have a quiet night out? “I’ll sort it.”

Taking Jessie’s chin in my hand, I turn her head so she’s giving me her full attention. She blinks at me, her eyes still a little watery from having my cock rammed down her throat. I wish I could repay her right now for that because I hate to leave her wet and needy. Instead, I brush my fingertips over her cheek, my brows knitted into a frown as I stare at her. “I’ll take care of you later, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I know you will. Go do what you need to do. I’ll wait right here,” she says with a smile.

“No. I want you to go wait downstairs with Liam. Okay?”


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