The pressure is intense, and I know I’m not gonna last much longer. “Take every drop,a chuisle.”
“What?” Finn says through the phone.
I ignore him. “Be a good girl and swallow all of daddy down.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Cash!”Finn barks and hangs up.
I let my phone fall from my shoulder just as I come. It’s a blinding sensation. Hot waves of pleasure roll from my testicles all the way through my cock and into Harlow’s pretty little mouth. “Oh fuck,yes.”I grunt as I feel her swallow while still holding me in her mouth.
She sits up, meekly wiping at her mouth. “Let me see.” She looks at me confused, and then smiles devilishly before opening her mouth. It’s empty, just her own spit on her pink tongue. “Good girl.”
I love the sight, knowing she swallowed every bit of me, but I also love the sight of her filled with me. So I grab her chin and spit into her mouth. She sits back, smiling coyly and licking her lips.
When we reach my apartment building, I’m pleased to see the construction crew at work on the Den. I’m planning a big reopening party, and after my conversation with Harlow this morning, I think I’m going to make it an Irish feast. I’ll use only my mother’s old recipes—if they were good when she made them, I’m sure Eli will be able to make them fantastic. I’ll get fine Irish whiskey and make sure we have plenty of kegs of Guinness. I’ve gotten carried away in the last few years upgrading it to a luxury blend of old and new design, but I want to bring back its roots.
Stepping out of the car, I grab my phone off the floor where I let it drop. Which makes me curious. “Why haven’t you asked for your phone?” I say, opening Harlow’s door.
“No one’s trying to reach me,” she states bleakly.
“I’m sure that’s not true.” We head inside, greeting my man at the door before heading into the elevator.
“I kinda liked being ‘off the grid.’” She uses hand quotes. “I canceled all my client work, I’ve already had my call of the month with my mom, so the only texts I get these days are random people from high school who are only just now hearing about Beth and offering their condolences.” She sneers on the last word.
“What about family?” My chest pinches, recognizing that forlorn look on her face again when I ask.
“I don’t have any.”
I’m your family,I want to say, but for some reason it stays stuck in my throat.
The great thing about being this high up is no bugs. I’m a violent man, I’ve accepted that. But nothing can send me into a murderous rage faster than mosquitos. And thank god, my rooftop deck is free of them so I can relax and enjoy the sunset.
I gave Harlow back her phone and bag from her locker at the Den when we got back from the range. I was surprised she never asked for it, but I get the appeal of a one-track mind. Having no other responsibilities, no other people’s requests or demands of your time. Just you and your goal.
But if she’s not with me or at the apartment under guard, I have to be able to reach her. Speaking of her, here she comes. She walks toward me in silky pajama shorts and a mismatched cotton tank. She plops down on the side of the chaise next to me. She wiggles her nose and sighs.
“My landlord has been calling me for a week.” I sit up from my reclined position, her voice sounding more worried than necessary for a call from a landlord. “I missed our lease renewal date, so he signed with another tenant. I have two weeks.”
Selfishly, I’m glad. “That’s fine, you’re already living here.”
She rears back. “Temporarily.”
“Temporary my ass. You live here now,a chuisle.”
“I’ve beenstayinghere. Notlivinghere, Cash.” Her chin does that jutting out thing she likes to do when she’s feeling defiant and tough. It’s adorable.
“Fine, keep a place of your own, but it’s my bed you’ll sleep in every night.”
“You’re a megalomaniac, you know that?” She scoffs and crosses her legs.
I sniff. “It’s been mentioned every now and then.”
She huffs and glares at me. “Anyway, I am gonna go over there tomorrow to clean out Beth’s room.” I was going to offer to hire movers for her, but I understand that is something she’d want to do herself. I’ll hire movers for the rest.
Then her glare softens, and she chews on her lip like she has something to say but can’t get it out. “Do you want me to go with you?”
“Yes. If you don’t mind—”
“I’ll be there. You need me, I’m there. No question.”