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“What are we doing?”
“Sneaking in the house,” Kiefer whispered as he pulled her through the back garden patio doors and led her towards the theatre room.
“Why?”
“Because if they know we’re home already, they will crash our date, and I want to watch Barbie alone with you.
“You just don’t want anyone to know you’re watching Barbie.”
“That too,” he didn’t deny it as he ducked behind a wall at the sound of voices coming from the front of the house.
She recognized Lorcan and Tadgh laughing with Jerren. She considered calling out to them for no other reason than to fuck with Kiefer and she smiled wickedly at Kiefer as he gave her a pleading look. She opened her mouth, and he turned her and pinned her against the wall his hand over her lips.
“Shh,” he warned her. “Do you really want Tadgh eating all your fries?” He looked down to the paper bag in her hand.
“Maybe it’s not my fries I want him to cat.”
“Keep it up, Gen and I’ll forget I’m trying to turn over a new leaf and I’ll find another way to keep your mouth occupied.”
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“You have no fucking idea.” He pulled her through the hall and down into the dark theatre, locking the door behind them.
She giggled as she raced away from him and plunked herself into the sofa, clutching their bag of food to her chest. She watched as he dug through a cabinet and pulled an oversized throw blanket and tossed it at her, covering her head. He plunked down beside her and grunted as he opened an app on his phone.
“Can’t believe I’m about to pay for Barbie.”
“Me either,” she laughed with delight as he shot her an annoyed glance. She settled into the sofa, tugging the blanket up to her chin and opened the bag for the fries. Holding a few of them out. to his mouth while he scrolled his phone to pair to the screen, she yelped when he almost bit her fingers. The way the corners of his lips pulled up while he chewed his fries had her shaking her head. “You did that on purpose.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirked before. yanking her closer to him.
“Hey! Did I agree to cuddling? You ate my strawberry so not cuddling.”
“I’m watching Barbie. My manhood is at risk. You owe me the
cuddle.”
“Oh stop.” She rolled her eyes but then rested her head against his shoulder. “There are some sad moments, should we get your some tissues?”
As the movie started Kiefer gave a laugh, “Margot Robbie in a
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“Oh!” she went to slap at him, and he grabbed her hands and kissed her knuckles. “I need my hand to cat fries.”
“I want my burger.” He eyed the bag.
She dug through the bag and then looked to him in sadness, “we forgot the milkshakes in the car.”
“Shit.” He groaned and looked over his shoulder at the locked door. He looked over to the fridge in the corner, “would you settle for beer? If I go upstairs, they might catch me.” When she shook her head, “if Tadgh comes down here, he’s not watching Barbie. Dad will probably put something like Kill Bill on if you want girl power movies.”
“Oh,” she hopped off the sofa and went to the fridge, “fine, but you owe me another milkshake.”
“Deal.”
They settled in to watch the movie and Genesis didn’t fight against him when he draped his arm over her shoulder and cuddled her to his side. She rested her head against him and watched the screen.
His fingers were lazily playing with her hair and massaging her scalp while the movie played. When Kiefer chuckled at a scene in the movie she smiled and snuggled in closer to him. She looked up to find him engrossed in the screen.
“I missed this, Gen,” he didn’t look away from the screen, but she felt the honesty in his words despite the lack of eye contact.
“Me too,” she whispered biting her lip.
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Keeping his eyes on the screen he turned his head a fraction and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”
Her forehead burned from the fleeting touch of his lips and when he curled her tighter into him, she didn’t protest.
She should hate him. She did hate him. Yet, there was a part of her, a big part, which still loved him and this, the feeling of connection and being together with the father of her child, felt right. While he focused on the movie, she couldn’t help but observe everything about him. The way his chest rose and fell when he laughed, the way his fingers stilled in her hair when he didn’t like a scene and the way his head shook when he found something absurd.
“You’re staring,” he called her out. “Watch the movie.”
“Are you really sorry?” the words blurted from her lips before. she could stop them.
He grabbed his phone and paused the movie and turned to look at her, holding her so they were chest to chest, his body almost reclined back. He tilted her chin, “Gen, I would exchange my soul for Roan’s right here, right now, if it meant you could have him. I will never ask you to forgive me because I can’t forgive myself. I was the worst husband in the world, and I wish I could fix it. I am sorry more than I can ever convey to you.”
She nodded at his words, “okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes.” She pushed play on his phone again and turned her head to watch the show. They were now semi–reclined on the sofa. He
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played with the buttons on his dress shirt, her car pressed to his heartbeat.
“Kiefer?”
“Yes?”
“Would you kiss me?”
His heart picked up the pace under her cheek and she wondered if it was going to pound out of his chest. She tilted her head to look him in the face and his eyes were focused intently on her, a curious but nervous expression on his features. He cleared his throat. “What did you say?”
“Would you kiss me?” the words were a quiet whisper.
“Are you sure?”
“Just a kiss.”
He nodded and pulled her until she was face to face with him, her hands resting on his shoulders. His fingers laced through her hair as he pulled her head to his. His lips brushed against hers, tentatively, softly as if expecting her to pull away angrily. Trepidation floated from him as he kissed her gently, his beard scraping her chin.
He felt good under her hands as she held onto his shoulders, and she wanted more. She leaned further into him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her tongue slipped over his closed lips.
“Fuck,” he pulled his head back and avoided the way she tried. to deepen the kiss. “Genesis, honey, I want this, but I don’t want
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behaving like I was your mortal enemy. Right now, you’re
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kissing me, and I know you feel what it’s doing to me.” He made a pointed glance to his waist.
“I don’t want to have sex with you,” she whispered turning his
face back to look at her, “but sitting here with you feels good to me and I want to make out a bit.”
“Last night you slept in my father’s arms.”
“I probably will tonight too but right now, I’m in yours.”
“I deserve you fucking with my emotions and I have no real grounds to argue against it other than I don’t want you to be sad after.”
“Kiefer, I’ll have a decision after I go out with Tadgh tomorrow night, but I think after all the hell I’ve been through, I deserve all the love I can get. If three men want to love me and devote their lives to loving me, then who am I to argue it. I’m not ready for sex, not with any of you I don’t think,” she frowned at the thought, “but I feel safe with Lorcan, I feel connected with you, I need to know what Tadgh is bringing to the table. Do you promise to never do to me what you did before?”
“You have my permission to put a bullet in my head and I won’t dodge it.”
“Then kiss me Kiefer. Kiss me like you fucking mean it.”
In seconds she was on her back, Kiefer over her, his mouth devouring hers hungrily. Their teeth banged together, and her lips felt bruised as he nipped and bit at them.
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“Gen.”
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“You’re going to bed tonight with a bad case of blue balls, Kiefer O’Reilly but your wife needs an orgasm. Make it happen.” She yanked at his hair and pushed him downward.
“Oh honey, are you going to let me eat your pretty little pussy?” his eyes hooded yet excited as he watched her wriggling against his pelvis.
“I’m giving you a far better dessert than a stupid white chocolate. covered strawberry.” She pushed the straps of her evening gown down to expose her breasts and she plucked at her own nipples. “Get to eating, O’Reilly.”
“Yes wife,” he gave a throaty laugh as he slunk down the sofa, pushed the skirt of her dress upwards and sighed loudly, “no panties Gen?”
“They gave my dress lines,” she tugged his hair frustratedly. His first swipe of his tongue along her folds, she gave a deep moan, “fuck, yes.” The way he used his fingers to splay her apart, to find her clit and then suck deeply on it made her whimper. It was so long since anyone touched her like this and she was eagerly parting her legs wider, letting her foot fall to the floor. When Kiefer yanked her other foot and threw it over hist shoulder to allow him deeper access, she was a moaning mess. He reached his hand up and smacked her hand out of the way in order for him to play with her breasts while she started grinding her hips against his mouth.
His other hand tucked under his chin to bury his fingers knuckle deep and she gasped at the sudden intrusion. The heat of his fingers plunging in and out of her and his mouth drawing her
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“That’s it, Gen, fuck my hand. Take it.” His fist was slamming. against her roughly as she bounced greedily on it.
She could feel the orgasm building. Teasing tendrils of torturous pleasure wound from deep in her womb while his fingers pummelled her. “Yes, fuck, Kiefer, right there. Don’t fucking stop.” She bellowed her orders at him as he gave a dark laugh at her. When she screamed when the orgasm broke over her, he pinched her nipple and flattened his tongue on her clit, applying intense pressure inside and out. “Holy shit!” she bucked under him.
She lay panting, her forearm draped over her eyes and her chest heaving as Kiefer slid back up her body pausing to lick her nipples and then kissed her mouth.
“Definitely better than the stupid strawberry,” he whispered against her.
“How are your balls?” She lifted her arm a fraction and showed
him one eye.
“Blue but I’ve waited seven years. I can wait a bit longer.” He brushed his knuckles against her cheek, “do you need more? I’m happy to spend the rest of the night between your legs.”
She held his gaze and then shook her head. “No. I want you to hold me though.”
“Do you?”
“I do.”
He moved to lay beside her, and she shook her head, “what?”
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“Naked. I want you to hold me naked. Help me out of this dress and just hold me. I don’t want to fuck but I do want to watch the rest of my movie while you hold me.”
Kiefer lifted an eyebrow and shook his head, “torture.” His smile was broad though as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. In seconds he was naked and standing in front of her. He removed her dress easily and it joined his pile of clothing.
She patted the space behind her and didn’t miss the rigid length of his cock. She might be rethinking her plan to escape but the devil in her was reveling in the fact he was going to bed thoroughly uncomfortable. Watching Barbie never felt so good.
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