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Genesis was standing in her bra, her chest heaving and her heart pounding. Her hands rested on her knees as she fought for her next breath. The primal scream which left her lungs moments ago tore her throat. She met Tadgh’s eyes as he squatted in front of her to look her in the face.
“This is the sexiest fucking thing I ever participated in, and I was once in an orgy with five other people and before you ask, Kiefer wasn’t there.” Tadgh’s voice was hoarse.
After almost catching her sweater on fire when she’d burned off the faces of the dummies, she’d torn it over her head and Tadgh simply tossed it onto the table. Then she’d finished the job of burning the faces, then the hair, then she’d grabbed a knife and stabbed the dummies repeatedly. She’d then grabbed the bat and smashed everything she could reach with the wooden stick. The fake blood, or least she hoped it was fake, was splattered everywhere. The squishy brain matter was smeared on the walls and floors. She knew it was all over her face because her bare arms and torso were covered in the sticky substance.
She stared at Tadgh as he brushed her hair off her cheeks.
“This was far messier than I thought it was going to be,” she breathed loudly.
Tadgh chuckled, “I knew you would lose your shit, but I wasn’t expecting you to do it with such vigor. It’s incredible. You’re incredible. Ready for the gun?”
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walked with him to the table her hand lightly held in his large one and when he motioned to the gun, she lifted it up with her free hand. “Kiefer didn’t want me to have a gun in case I shot him to escape. Don’t you think I’ll do the same?”
“You got boned by your big Daddy last night,” Tadgh winked at her. “If for no other reason you’ll crave the D, you aren’t leaving
us Gen.”
She giggled at his words and then shot him a sideways glance. as she picked up the clip from the table and loaded the gun, “he definitely packed a punch which leaves a girl thinking of it next day.”
“It will take two of us to give you what he does,” Tadgh laughed, “but I hope you get some satisfaction from me.”
“Kiefer was never bad in bed.”
“But?”
She shrugged, “he liked to make love to me a lot.” She met Tadgh’s eyes, “we rarely fucked. It was always sensual and sexy but other than the first night in Dublin, he rarely fucked me. It was always romantic and loving and in a bed. I mean he could be spontaneous and stuff but to say he would do what you said today, throw me on the kitchen table and splay me over it and fuck me, he never would have. The sex was good, great even but sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked into oblivion on the kitchen table amongst the pancakes.”
“Kiefer wanted to give you a fairytale version of what he thought you needed as his wife. We’ve opened his eyes to what you need. I think your understanding of your husband’s sexuality is about
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he’ll see I’m not the sweet girl he thought and decide he doesn’t
want me.”
“Babe,” Tadgh laughed, “he definitely wants you, especially if you’re going to wild in the sack. Now, let’s assassinate our bleeding corpses and then get you cleaned up.
Genesis walked over to the two dummies which were barely recognizable as anything other than blobs of gelatin and stood over the head. She noted the doll eyes staring back at her blankly. She looked at Tadgh curiously, “when I kill Laoise, I don’t want her eyes to be this dead. I want her to know it’s me pulling the trigger.”
“Okay.” He nodded with a wide grin.
She quickly unloaded the contents of the clip into the two skulls. She let loose another scream and then laughed. “God that felt fucking good.”
“Did it?”
“Yeah.”
“How would you feel about beating the fuck out of me and Kiefer?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you want to use us as punching bags. I won’t let your shoot me, for obvious reasons, but if you wanted to hit me, we could put boxing gloves on, get into a ring and you can unload on me. I’ll take the busted face, ribs, hell even balls if you want to use them as a punching sack.”
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twisting her lips with merriment, “I like knowing Kiefer is jealous and his balls are a particular shade of blue. It makes me feel a bit of vengefulness to know he’s jealous when I was so jealous of him and Laoise.”
“I don’t know why. He never paid her an ounce of attention other than to throw cash at her to fuck off.”
“I always read the way he gave her money as affection.”
“It was not.” Tadgh picked up his phone and sent a text. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Grabbing her sweater. “I think the change of clothes I asked be brought over should be here.”
“You asked clothes be brought.”
“Yeah, when you started burning the flesh off the dolls, I figured it was going to be far dirtier than I anticipated. I sent a couple of the guys back to get you sweats.”
“Sweats?”
“Yes.” He brought her through a room and then led her into an
office.
Genesis looked around, “this is your office?”
“Yes. It’s my job for the gang, to conduct the training, evaluations and make sure everyone is up to snuff. My job since a small boy was to ensure my twin was safe. This is how I do it. Can’t have someone who can’t shoot a gun in defense or deliver a smackdown on the team or we’ll have problems on our runs.” He motioned behind the desk, “bathroom through there. By the
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She opened the bathroom door and moved to stand in front.
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of the mirror and started laughing. She turned back to Tadgh. “Holy shit, Tadgh. Look at me!”
“I see you, Genesis. It’s very sexy.”
“I’m covered in blood and guts.”
“Like I said sexy.”
She lifted a strand of her hair which hand goop dangling from it. “It’s in my hair.”
“There is a shower, babe. Get cleaned up.”
She looked behind the door and noted the small shower stall.
She grinned at him, “it’s very utilitarian.”
“It’s made for getting cleaned up after I’ve beat someone into the ground, love, not for long bathing experiences.”
“It’s also not built for two.”
He quirked an eyebrow, “were you thinking of asking me to shower with you?”
“It crossed my mind until I saw the size of it.”
“Huh,” he grew serious at the possibility. “I think we could fit.”
“I don’t think you barely fit in there alone without me.”
“I’d like to try.” His eyes were light and teasing.
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“Nah., I have a feeling our first time is going to require more than a two–by–two shower stall.”
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“You’re not wrong, love.” His fingers reached out and before she
could stop him, he undid the front clasp on her bra.
She shricked and moved her hands to cover her nipples, “Tadgh!”
He reached out and grabbed her hands off her chest and pushed them to her side. “Don’t hide from me. I’ve been watching those pretty things swing in your bra, nearly spilling out with every swing of a bat. I kept hoping for a nip slip. You can’t expect to be in my bathroom covered in blood, sweat, tears and a teeny bra and jeans which make your ass look like it’s meant to be in my hands and I not touch you.”
She closed her eyes nervously as he lowered his head and boldly drew his tongue along the dusky hued tip he’d exposed. A flutter of longing coursed through her belly and goosebumps. covered her skin. His fingers held her biceps at her side, keeping her from touching him back as he sucked her deep into his mouth. Her knees felt weak, and her lungs felt frozen with the air trapped in them. She couldn’t even whisper his name every muscle in her body was tense. Her stomach sucked in as he released her arms, and his fingers moved to the button of her jeans. When his fingers dipped into the open zipper and stroked the front of her panties, it woke her from her trance.
“Tadgh,” she gasped.
He rubbed her through the thin silky fabric and her knees. buckled.
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“I like you filthy. I thought about fucking you in the carnage. out there.” He let her nipple slip from his lips and he rose to his full height as his fingers continued massaging her. “This wild, primal side of you Genesis is a turn on. A massive turn on,” he clarified as he reached for her hand. “Touch me Gen. See what
need to
you do to me. All you do is flirt with me for a millisecond and I’m imagining all the possibilities of us. I imagine you and me. I imagine watching you with Kiefer. I imagine all three of us together. My mind is infinitely on a loop of fantasies about you and with the simplest of encouragement, it runs wild.”
At his words, she tentatively reached her hand out to the straining fly of his jeans and felt her breath hitch at how it nearly burst at the seams. Her eyes flicked to his in astonishment.
“I walk around in a constant state of arousal thinking of what could have been, what might still be. All those times I stomped away from you angrily, Genesis, was because,” he stepped into her hand, “I didn’t want you to notice this. I didn’t want to ruin. your marriage because you loved him so much and I didn’t want to be the one who made you think of something else. I wanted it to come from him, for him to tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because the rejection from him wouldn’t have hurt as much. Breakfasts together killed me, Genesis because you would be so fresh–faced, clearly loved the night before and I could see in my head all the ways he loved you and it made me hurt in here,” he tapped his chest, “but it also made me aroused to the point of pain.”
“I didn’t know.”
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both. I hated every second of it. They weren’t you. They couldn’t live up to the fantasy. I haven’t put my cock in another woman in six years, Genesis. If you decide you don’t want me or this, I’ll accept your decision but know you’re sentencing me to a life of celibacy.”
“Emotional blackmail?”
“I’m an O’Reilly, babe, I don’t play fair. I fight dirty for what I want. I like dirty.”
Leaving her one hand where it was, she lifted her other to his cheek, “Tadgh, I like it when you fight dirty. I want you too. I want both of you, all three of you really. I need you all. I’m not ready for Kiefer to be inside me yet. My hurt with him is too great right now.”
“You’re going to do this?”
“I am. However,” she squeezed his cock relishing the way it jumped in her hand, “I’m not fucking you in that stall or while I’m this filthy. Let me get cleaned up and we can have dinner, and you can seduce me with your guitar.”
“Deal,” he kissed her lips softly, “you won’t regret this, a ghrá mo choi”
“I better not, because if you fuckers hurt me, I’m going to destroy the three of you until there is nothing left of the O’Reilly
name.
“Heard,” he chuckled as he backed away. “Get cleaned up. Towels are under the counter. I’ll bring your clothes to you.
soon.
