Claddagh and Chaos (15 page)

I removed my jacket as I entered our bedroom. I froze in my tracks when I found my beautiful wife sprawled across the bed. She had the sexiest and tightest corset on. It was black with red bows down the front; the matching garter had the same bows and held her black stockings in place. Thank God she had forgotten to put on the matching panties.

“Hello, honey.” Her voice was low and sexy. My mouth refused to work as I stood there staring at her bare core. “Hello ... my eyes are up here.” She snapped her fingers, bringing my attention to her eyes.

“Well, this is a surprise.” My voice sounded foreign even to me.

“I got the green light from my doctor today.”

I crossed the room and placed my body atop hers, my lips claimed hers as my hips ground into her.

“Ugh,” she moaned.

“Baby, I have missed this,” I spoke into her neck as I nipped and sucked. “It’s been too fucking long.”

I moved my hands to her satin and lace-covered breasts. I didn’t want to get them leaking, but damn it, I missed them.

“Oh, yes,” she purred.

I moved my mouth to the top of her breast where I licked, kissed, massaged and worshipped.

“Please tell me you got this fucking thing on sale?” I questioned as I tried to take the thing off of her.

“N-No, I paid far too much for it.”

I didn’t give a fuck if she’d paid ten thousand dollars for it, it was in my way. I took the cloth in my hands and split it down the middle. Once her breasts were uncovered, I took them into my hands, my lips and teeth teasing her nipples. Needing to feel her skin against me, I ditched my clothes as my cock sprang to life.

I had to slow down, it had been so long and I hoped that she had recovered fully from giving birth to our son. Would she feel the same? Did we have any lube? Maybe I should just get her off a few times and then have her give me a hand job. My eagerness decreased, but I should have known that Christi would notice I was having this internal battle. I had to be gentle, make sure she was loved properly.

“Patrick, I’m not a china doll that will break if you touch me. I need you to let go, feel me for once. I want you to lose control, I need this.”

I looked into her hazel eyes;, they told me everything I needed to know. She needed me to show her the side of me that I had hidden from her up until now. Without a second thought, I grabbed her hip, and flipped her over.

“You should be careful what you wish for,” I growled as I entered her roughly. “You just might get it.”

I watched as my cock slid in and out of her, wet with her arousal. Her pussy was tighter than I remembered.

“Harder, Patrick!” she cried.

I gripped her hip with one hand and wrapped her hair around the other. I began to slam into her with such gusto, that you could hear our bodies slapping against each other. Our breathing was labored and her moans grew bolder.

“Oh yes ... just like that!” she shouted.

I let go of her hair, reached around, and pinched her swollen clit. I could feel my balls slamming into her lips as I continued to thrust into her, hard and fast.

“Ohhhh!” she chanted as I felt her walls begin to vibrate around me. I was far from done with her, but I let her orgasm finish before I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and took her across the room, placing her against the wall. I didn’t give her a second to recover, before I slid inside her again. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she began to cry out my name over and again over.

She was right, I needed this. I’d always been so careful with her, always making it a point to be a tender lover. But, goddamn, it felt so good to just fuck her.

“Patrick ... I-I oh, God ... right oh ... oh ... oh ...” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as her second orgasm rocked her body. Her face and neck flushed and her eyes closed as she savored the feelings and the emotions.

Her forehead hit my shoulder and she was panting so heavily. I continued to pound her into the wall.

“You like that, baby? You like me fucking your perfect pussy?”

Her head raised and the look on her face nearly did me in.

“My turn,” she spoke as she removed her legs from around me, causing my dick to slip out of her.

Christi shoved me back toward the bed, straddled my hips, and slammed her wet pussy down on my hard cock. I watched in awe as her breasts bounced as she rode me hard. I was losing the battle to hold off my climax. She looked just too good riding me for all she was worth.

I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared into her warm core every time she moved, over me. However, when Christi placed her fingers on her clit, I lost the battle.

The combination of my climax and Christi’s fingers brought her to a finish as well.

We lay side by side, sweating and panting, while as we tried to catch our breath.

“Baby, I think there’s a good chance you knocked the balls off our next child. It will probably be a girl.”

I wanted more children with her;, we had discussed this at great length. Just to be certain we did conceive, I took her three more times that night. After all, she wanted a girl.

“I BAPTIZE YOU IN THE name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

I stood proudly beside my beautiful wife. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, teasing me with her soft creamy neck. I shouldn’t have been having these thoughts here in the middle of church, during my son’s baptism, but I wanted her, I always wanted her.

Ever since Christi’s checkup, we had been tearing each other’s clothes off as often as possible.

Declan’s baptism drew in more people than our wedding. Ma had insisted Maggie help plan the event, and looking at the number in attendance, I was glad she had.

Christi decided she wanted to have Angus and Maggie as Declan’s godparents. She wanted someone outside of the immediate family so that no feelings were hurt. I knew Angus and Maggie would raise our son in the proper manner, if the need arose.

Declan didn’t move a muscle as the priest trickled the holy water over his forehead. Maggie was waiting with a towel and a new diaper once the priest was done.

I could hear the voices of some of Ma’s friends talking about how calm the baby was and how that was a sign of a good leader. I silently chuckled. Ma had just told Christi I was so upset during my christening I screamed the whole time and then peed on my godmother. I guessed I wasn’t such a good leader after all.

Once the ceremony was over and the reception had begun, Da pulled me aside and asked if I had shared Theresa’s fate with Christi. I smiled and rubbed my thumb along my bottom lip as I recalled the conversation we’d had one night after we’d placed our son in his crib.

“Patrick, I want to ask you a question and I really need to know the truth; even if you don’t want to share it with me.”

I looked at Christi and then took her by the hand, leading her to the living room. I curled around her and softly traced my fingers alongside of her.

“I wondered when you were going to ask me this.”

Christi turned and looked at me with her big, expressive eyes. Her fingers softly caressed my stubble that I had decided against shaving that morning.

“She’s dead isn’t she?”

Christi’s voice was full of emotion, which surprised me. Theresa had caused us so much pain and nearly cost us our marriage. My wife had a pure heart and this was evident in her words.

“No, my love, she isn’t dead. Not that I didn’t consider it.”

Christi’s eyes became huge and she turned fully in my lap.

“Then ... what?”

I eased her back on the couch, kissing her warm, pink lips.

“We decided to cooperate with the Feds on this one.”

Christi looked more confused than ever. She opened and closed her mouth several times.

I kissed her forehead and snuggled in beside her. I had my hand in her hair, letting the silky strands fall between my fingers.

“Babe, sometimes doing the right thing in this family doesn’t require a bullet.” I tilted my head against hers as I closed my eyes and continued. “We decided to cooperate with the Feds and turned her over, along with the tapes from the security footage. In exchange, they managed to get a virus in their evidence files against us.”

“So, she’s behind bars now?”

“Yes, Christi. She’s behind bars for the crimes she committed against the government.”

Christi took a deep breath and then let out the cutest hum.

“Someday I’ll forgive her, not today, but someday.”

I opened my eyes, turned, and kissed her head again.

“I’m glad one of us will.”

“I don’t even have to ask if she was comfortable with our decision, do I, Son?” Da chuckled as he took a drink of his scotch.

“You’d be wasting your breath if you did. She’s amazing and I thank God she’s mine.”

“I feel the same way about your mother.”

“I’ve always known you and Ma were two of a kind. You’ve made your love and respect of her known to all of us.”

I looked over my father’s left shoulder; Ma was taking Declan from one of her friends. He was fussing and she was quick to act. Christi was crossing the room to join her.

“Patrick, do you ever wish you’d gone after Christi when you saw her for the first time?”

I hadn’t really thought about it. I didn’t want to. I was just grateful I got to wake up to her beautiful face every morning.

“Honestly, I’m just glad I have all that we have now. I refuse to question the timing.”

Da only nodded as he turned to watch Ma gently patting Declan’s back as Christi kissed his cheek. Like a true Malloy, Declan was surrounded by women; granted, the two most beautiful were his mother and grandmother, but they were women nonetheless.

“I heard you had a talk with Dustin this week,” Da spoke, changing the subject.

“Yes, I got him set up and gave him his assignments. I think he’ll work out just fine.”

“Of course he will. He has a purpose. Give a man a purpose and you have a man that’ll work hard.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. My reason to live was currently standing not ten feet away with my other reason resting on her shoulder. The conversation I’d had with Mouth came to memory.

“So, is Megan’s baby yours?”

“No, Mr. Malloy, but I plan to make him mine, if she’ll agree.” His eyes told me he spoke only the truth.

“Are you sure about that? Children aren’t something you can just toss aside, not in this family, anyway.”

I looked to Tonto and he nodded his head, silently giving me his word that he would make Mouth understand.

“She’s my world. I know it’s fast, but I can’t explain it. It might make me sound like a pussy, but it’s the truth. I ... crave her.”

His words spoke volumes. I knew exactly how he felt.

“I don’t have to tell you that you can’t tell her anything that happens in this room, correct?” Mouth only nodded his head.

“Tonto, get him fixed up with a car,” I instructed as I reached into my desk and pulled out a business card. “Give this guy a call and tell him to set you up with a decent house. Tell him you work for me and he’ll know where to put you.”

Mouth took the card, placed it in his jacket pocket, then turned to leave the room.

“One more thing.” Mouth stopped and turned back to me. “Mrs. Malloy wants you and Megan over for dinner this week. Don’t even think about telling her no; she owns my balls, if you know what I mean.”

Mouth snickered as he nodded his head. As Tonto and Mouth left the room, I clearly heard Mouth ask Tonto why I referred to him as Mouth.

I heard the sound of a hand slapping a back as Tonto replied, “Dustin, trust me when I say that you want Boss to give you a nickname. It’s a sign that you’re going to be family.”

I guffawed as I returned to my work. Tonto was correct. I had nicknames for all of my family; well, the family that wouldn’t rip off my balls for saying them out loud, anyway ...

By the time we had retrieved Declan from all of the ladies who had attended the reception, Christi was exhausted. I loaded both of them into Christi’s SUV and headed home.

It was less than two weeks later when I was awoken very early in the morning. I followed the sound and found my poor wife wrapped around the toilet, vomiting violently. I rushed to her side while she tried to shove me away.

“Patrick, you don’t need to see this.”

I shushed her as I ran a washcloth under the cold water and laid it along her neck. Christi was pale and her skin cold.

“Do you think it was something you ate?”

Christi turned her face in my direction and gave me a ‘go to hell’ look. “I highly doubt it since I’m three days late.”

The smile on my face was hard to hide. Christi was as regular as they came. If she was late then that could only mean one thing.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Good fucking detective work there, Sherlock,” Christi tossed at me, as she leaned her head over the toilet and began to dry-heave again.

I rubbed her back and ignored her shitty attitude. We were pregnant again and nothing was going to separate us this time.

“Well, how about I run to the store and get a test?” I asked. Her body convulsed again as she continued to dry-heave over the toilet.