Claddagh and Chaos (2 page)

“You like that, baby? You like my tongue in your sweet pussy, don’t you?” I knew the answer and I knew she was too wrapped in the pleasure I was giving her to do anything but enjoy. I wanted this, craved for her to feel this good and by the things I could do for her. Christi thrusts became more forceful; she was close and wanted more. Her legs began to shake, I moved my mouth away slightly, testing the waters to see her reaction.

“That’s it, rub that tight little pussy on my face.”

Her head shot up, her hooded eyes glaring at me. She needed control, and I had no issue giving it to her. I moved to lie beside her and pulled her over top of me, bringing her body to straddle my face.

“Put your hands on the head board.”

As she reached out for the stained wood, I grabbed her hips, drawing her down onto my tongue. Her cry of pleasure gave me the drive to let her get her fill. She started moving, rising up and down along my erect tongue, tilting her hips on her up-stroke , her clit hitting my nose. Releasing one side of her hip, I moved my thumb to cover her now very swollen clit, circling the wet flesh as her tempo increased. I watched her closed eyes and open mouth, taking great joy in the fact I was giving her such pleasure. Her movements became sloppy and the soft words she was uttering unintelligible.

I knew what was coming, but I wanted to be buried deep inside of her when it happened. I pushed her onto her back; her scream of surprise replaced with a cry of ecstasy as I pushed my hard cock into her tender pussy. I buried myself balls deep in her, loving her, craving her. I wanted to do this everyday, until I took my last breath.

“Patrick, baby ... yes ... oh.”

Her legs wrapped around me, closing the gap that our bodies created. Grinding her pelvis against mine, giving into her need, taking from me what she needed and giving me so much more. I had to see her, watch as I entered her, rhythmically creating a euphoria that was completely ours. I adjusted my pelvis, raising my torso off her, admiring how her breasts bounced in time with my thrusts. Her nipples were hard and begging to be sampled. Christi, knowing her body as she did, released her grip on my shoulders and placed one on her left tit, while the other traveled south, finding her warm, wet clit. She pulled and pinched her perfect nipples, brushing my cock with her fingers as she pleasured herself. With the combination of her tight pussy walls massaging my cock and the sight of her losing herself in not only the pleasure I was giving her, but the result of her talented fingers against her tender flesh, I found my slice of heaven, thrusting and praying that I could keep this going for days. I watched as my cock entered her over and again, listening to the words that poured from her lips. In the end, as I felt my balls tighten and the coil grow tighter, it was the light reflecting off the diamond ring that sent me over the edge. A ring I had placed on her finger, a sign to the world this amazing woman was mine.

The rain lasted for two days; two wonderful days that we spent naked and wrapped around each other. I felt it was in those two days my son was conceived.

For the next three weeks, we took in all the sights Ireland had to offer. I even took her to the very hillside where I got her shamrock. We walked around the tiny village, spoke with some of the family we still had there, and shopped with several of the merchants who peddled their wares. I learned more about Christi in that time than all the months prior. She had an unhealthy obsession with peanut butter; she had it every morning for breakfast—on her toast and pancakes.

I also found out she had the cutest giggle when she was tickled behind her knee and that she screamed like a little girl when she saw a bug crawl across the floor. I discovered it was very erotic to paint my wife’s toenails with nail polish. She discovered that biting gently on my bottom lip made me growl and then attack her. How taking her cup of coffee in the morning was a very bad idea.

I watched as she would twist a piece of her hair around her finger as she read her book. How she hummed an unfamiliar tune when she brushed her teeth. I watched as she laughed wholeheartedly while trying to do cartwheels on the cliff’s edge. By the time we had to leave, she had perfected them. Christi was even able to get me to drink ‘girlie’ drinks only because she made them taste so good.

We learned that even though Hollywood made having sex on a hill side look erotic, it was actually a pain in the ass, literally. You found dirt and grass in places it didn’t belong for days afterward.

As we boarded that sea plane heading home, I sighed. I held my gorgeous wife’s hand and kissed her forehead, settling into my seat. Christi and I had discussed that once we were back from our honeymoon, our lives would likely become a little crazy. I would have to get caught up with my work and I knew my mother would have something planned for us.

What I didn’t know at the time was that my life was about to change in ways I had never dreamed.

“PATRICK, PLEASE PUT ME DOWN. This is ridiculous.” Christi had been demanding that I put her down since we got out of the car.

“Oh, no, I’m nothing if not traditional.”

“Yes, but you did this on our honeymoon.”

“But we didn’t live at that house.”

She locked eyes with mine and allowed me to carry her across the threshold of our house. As wonderful as my time alone with her was, I was glad to be home . It was time to start our lives; building a family and raising our children.

It was after midnight when we finally crawled into bed; exhaustion more prevalent than making love to my sleepy wife in our new bed. Christi had taken just enough time to brush her teeth and have a quick shower. She was out before her head hit the pillow.

My mind, however, was in overdrive. I had tons of emails from Caleb and my father. Seems the Feds had started poking their noses in our new ventures in the South. Caleb had been able to reopen some communication with Velinco’s old company. It appeared they were more than ready to do business with us. If things went according to plan, both families stood to make a lot of money.

The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee and something sweet. I turned over to find Christi’s side of the bed cold and empty. Once I was showered and dressed, I made my way down the stairs to find my wife in the kitchen. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun atop her head. She was sitting on one of the barstools with her feet dangling down. The book she had started on the flight home was open in her hands. I wanted to take a picture of this moment; have the sight of my wife preserved for all time.

“Are you just going to stare at me all day or are you going to join me for coffee?”

I couldn’t help but smile at her. We were very in tune to each other. “I think I’ll just watch you.”

She set her book down and turned to me. Her smile was enough to make me forget about my day and want to take her back upstairs; show her what watching her did to me.

“Get over here and kiss me.” She tried to sound demanding, but she was much too gentle.

“Ask me nicely, Mrs. Malloy.”

The look she shot me was one I had seen my ma give my da on many occasions. Closing the distance between us, I tipped my bride back and kissed her breathless. She rewarded me with a nip from her teeth on my bottom lip. Christi was so sexy and sassy, I questioned if I would ever see everything she had to offer or tire of what she consistently gave me. I held the pose as my tongue barged its way into her coffee-flavored mouth, her moan confirming her pleasure and satisfaction. With another kiss to the edge of her neck, I gathered my jacket, adjusted my erection, and winked in her direction as I headed out the door to meet my men.

“So, the crates were open, but nothing was missing?”

Da was sitting to my right and Caleb to my left with Shamus flanking Caleb. It seemed we’d had some interesting break-ins over the past few weeks. The first took place at the docks here in Chicago, the second in Miami.

“Not one fucking thing missing,” Sherman responded, the disbelief chambering his attitude.

“Why would ... ?” Shamus joined Sherman in the confusion line. His eyes told me he was at a complete loss.

“Feds,” my father interrupted Shamus. “They just want us to know they’re watching.” His voice was laced with amusement. Da got a rather big kick out of ‘playing’ with the guys at the bureau. There were stories upon stories of the things he had done to agents who were on stakeouts. Juvenile things, humorous and, on occasion, costly pranks.

“Well then, you all know what to do.”

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. I also knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, it wouldn’t be the last. I would have my security team place some special equipment in the house and condo, just in case
they
were listening.

“How was the honeymoon, Son? Do we have grandbabies on the way?”

One thing about my da, he was always one to cut to the chase, whether it offended you or not. If he had a question, it was going to get asked.

“Hell, I’m surprised he even showed up this morning. I remember when I first married my Ammo, I didn’t get out of bed for days.” Muscles boasted, hugging my shoulder with his clenched fist.

Everyone at the table began to laugh.

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see. Christi stopped taking her birth control before the kidnapping so, with God’s blessing, maybe we’ll soon have good news.” In my family there was no room for secrets. Survival depended on a quick hand and a level head. Having family around you was vital and secrets only created chaos. And chaos was an unwelcome guest ... it could get you killed.

“You know, Son, the practice is the best part. It might take you a few tries to get it right, you know?”

The very last thing I wanted to hear from my da was talk about sex with my wife. Lucky for me, his wife had placed a huge bug in his ear.

“Oh, before I forget, your mother is insistent on throwing an open house party for you and Christi. She says it would be rude not to invite all your neighbors.”

I’d known this was coming and had avoided the subject with Christi. She and I had decided that once we found out she was pregnant, she would stay home with the children. If by chance she was expecting, I didn’t want any unnecessary stress to complicate things.

“Do I even want to know what the plans are?” I questioned da.

He only chuckled as he responded, “Well, between your wife and your ma, I have no doubt it’ll be wonderful.”

As usual, Da was correct. I arrived home that night to find my ma, wife, and sister sitting in the middle of my living room, tossing ideas around like a basketball game.

“Christi, you have to secure the room. Don’t have your best china or silver in plain sight; you never know who has sticky fingers. Besides, most of your neighbors will come out of pure curiosity to see what kind of shit you have and if their stuff is better or not.” Ma had hosted more of these parties than anyone I knew. She always rented the dishes and glasses; telling my da it was less expensive than replacing the set he had purchased for her as a wedding gift.

“And be prepared for the wives to cling together and talk about how handsome your husband looks.” I had to smile at that. Honestly, seeing Christi a little jealous was hot as fuck. Knowing how she would fuck me into oblivion after the last guest left, made me hope my ma was right.

Before I knew it, the date had been set and the invitations mailed. All I had to do was show up, which was particularly easy since I lived there. Ma fluttered around directing the staff Christi had hired, pointing to pieces of furniture that needed to be stored and telling grown men to watch their feet as they carried tables into the room.

Christi appeared with a bunch of grapes in her hand; she had recently developed an obsession for fruit. She always seemed to have a piece in her hand or a bowlful at the ready. So it came as no surprise there were bouquets of it all over our home for our guests to enjoy. I watched with a glint in my eye as she ‘sampled’ each arrangement for quality.

Honestly, I’d had no idea how many neighbors I had until this very moment. I stood at the edge of the pool, my eyes landing on my glowing wife as she made everyone feel very welcome. She even had special gifts for each of them to take home at the end of the night.