by E. C. Land
My first sight of her and I knew it wasn’t merely lusting I felt for her it was something more. Yet, I’m not sure if it was love or not. My chest tightens as she walks down the aisle with her father. As her gaze connects with my own, giving her a knowing grin as she licks her lips. Whether it be nerves or wanting, I don’t care. All I knew is at the first glance of Bridget, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest.
After the service, I helped my wife into the back of the limo and made out with her on the way to our reception. Standing with her now among our family and a hell of a lot of people I don’t know, I can’t think of anything else but getting out of here. I want to take her upstairs to our suite and continue what I’d started with her in her bedroom at her father’s house. Our marriage might be rushed as the fact we don’t truly know each other in a sense, but I intend to give her something special.
Actually, if I’m honest, I’m giving her something I’ve never given another person since my teenage years when I learned it was easier to fuck two women at once. However, with Bridget, the thought of anyone seeing her body the way I will draws something out of me. I also have no desire to have another woman alongside her. She’s it for me.
Shit, even now, as the men around us leer at Bridget, taking in the way her dress molds to her body, I’m tempted to shove the tip of my blade through their eyes in order to blind them.
Keeping my wife close, we make our rounds.
Introducing Bridget to Jordan, I feel her tense under my hands.
“Nice to meet you,” she says curtly, holding her hand out.
“Same,” Jordan murmurs, taking my wife’s hand glancing up at me with a lifted brow.
Since getting with Badger, Jordan has learned to grow a backbone.
“So, how do you know each other?” Bridget asks as her father approaches us.
“Ahh, you must be Jordan, I’m happy to see you were able to make it,” Tomás states with a smile as he brings Jordan in for a hug. However, with the way she tenses in his hold he immediately releases her. “Sorry, child, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His brows furrow as he takes a good look at the bruises marring her face before glancing over to Badger. “Did he go quickly?”
“Yes, sir, though I wish I could have prolonged it but I didn’t have time not when the life of this woman here being more important to me,” Badger says, pulling Jordan into him, kissing the top of her head.
At Badger's confession, Bridget relaxes somewhat, glancing down at her I realize she’d been jealous thinking Jordan was something else to me.
Drawing her in front of me, I wrap my arms around her and lean against her ear. “Don’t be jealous, mo chuisle, there is no one else who will be riding my dick from now on. And for the record, Jordan is my cousin,” I whisper, placing a kiss to the side of her head I focus back on the conversation.
“I’m glad to know you value her as she is now family. I don’t want to have to kill you. Treat her right and make sure no harm comes to her,” Tomás says sternly.
“Don’t have to worry about that, besides you’d have to stand in line. Her brothers would be the first to kill me if I so much as cause her to cry,” Badger chuckles.
“Bridget, I look forward to getting to know you better when we get back to the States,” Jordan says softly, changing the subject from herself.
“Umm, thank you, I’m not sure what all I’ll be doing when I get there, but I do look forward to knowing you as well,” Bridget murmurs, a genuine smile forming on her face as she speaks to my cousin.
Through the rest of the afternoon, Bridget and I have our first dance, slice the cake, and take some pictures. By the time we’re able to escape the reception I’m more than ready to seduce my new wife.
“I think it’s time we blow this party and go have our own,” I whisper into her ear as I hold her to me while dancing together once again. I’ve spent as much time as I could touching her and giving her kisses.
Glancing up at me, I grin knowingly at the lust-filled gaze she’s giving me. Bridget pulls her bottom lip in and nods her head in agreement. I take her hand and guide her off the dance floor, through the doors to the ballroom, where we make our escape to the elevator.
Once the elevator doors are closed, I slam my mouth down on hers as I pull her flush against my body. Letting her feel just how much I want her. My dick throbs for her and I need her to let me inside that beautiful body of hers.
At the ping of the elevator, I break the kiss and sweep Bridget off her feet and hurry the two of us into the suite, ready to rip the dress right off of her.
“Mo chuisle, I need you to tell me with words you want me,” I demand as I open the door and kick it closed.
Chapter 10
Bridget
“Mo chuisle, I need you to tell me with words you want me,” Dean demands, my body tingles at the gruffness in his voice. God, I know I’m about to do something I shouldn’t but right now, I don’t care. I’ve had Dean touching me from the moment we said ‘I Do’. Actually, no, that’s not correct. I’ve been feeling his touch from the first time he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me senseless. And right now, I need him more than I need my next breath.
How can he be so sexy? I have no clue. I can’t wait to find out.
Meeting his gaze, I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Please, Dean, I want you,” I whisper breathlessly, his eyes darting to my lips then back up to meet my gaze.
No more words are needed as Dean draws me back in and claims my mouth in one of his earth-shattering kisses. He begins to slide the hidden zipper down my back, removing the wedding dress from my body. Stepping out of the dress without breaking the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck. For the first time, I am voluntarily touching him.
Dean runs his hands along my bare back only stopping as he finds I’ve been completely naked beneath my dress the entire time.
Lifting his head his eyes darkened with need as he smiles wickedly at me. “Seems my wife doesn’t like to wear anything under her clothes, or did you do this just for me?” he asks, patting my ass lightly as he lifts me up and cradles me in his arms.
My core becomes wetter with this movement and I shake my head. I’m not one for wearing undergarments. I’ll wear a bra, only because my girls are more than a handful.
“Hmm, you are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen,” he says, stepping over to the bed.
I gasp as my back touches the cool sheets beneath me when he lays me gently on the bed. Unsure of what to do I go to cover myself only Dean stops me. “Never cover yourself in front of me, mo chuisle, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” he says, his gaze smoldering. My body arches into his when he tilts his head down and nips at one of my nipples only to circle the tip with his tongue.
Moaning at the sensation the simple touch of his tongue brings me, I cup the back of his head wanting him to keep doing what he’s doing.
Chuckling, he sucks the nipple deeper into his mouth, drawing a loud moan from me.
Oh God, that feels so good. I need more. Way, way more.
Arching my body even more bowing my back into his touch. “Dean,” I murmur.
“What is it, mo chuisle?” he asks, his breath tickling my skin causing a shiver to run along my spine.
“I need more,” I say quietly.
“Don’t you worry I intend to give you so much more. More than you can ever imagine,” he declares, kissing his way down my body.
With each touch of his lips to my skin I feel myself growing wetter, more than ready to feel him where I need him most.
“I need you,” I plead.
“I know you do, and you’ll have me in due time,” Dean murmurs, widening my legs he settles them on his shoulders. “Mhmm, you smell so sweet, I bet you taste the same.” Leaning forward he swipes his tongue through my slit.
“Dean,” I moan, clenching the sheets in my fist as he does it again before latching on to my clit.
Fingers join his tongue as Dean draws me closer to the edge of something I’v
e never known.
As Dean works his fingers inside, hitting me in just the right spot, I scream out in pleasure as I come.
“Now that was even better than I ever expected,” Dean rasps, as he moves to stand at the edge of the bed, he removes his clothes quickly while never taking his eyes from me.
Breathing heavily, I run my gaze along his body stopping on his, oh my that . . . that . . . he’s not going to fit inside me.
Chuckling, Dean moves over me caging my body with his own. “Trust me, mo chuisle, he’ll fit,” he says.
Oh, shit, did I say that out loud?
“Yeah, sweetheart, you did.” Grinning, Dean leans in kissing me gently all while pushing slowly into my core.
Inch by inch he thrusts inside my body and with each one the sensation feels better than the last. I moan in protest when Dean lifts his head. However, when our gazes meet all time stops as he pushes one last time, sinking all the way in. The pain I thought I’d feel ended up only being a slight sting that is instantly dissolved by the pleasure he’s giving me.
Dean’s thrusts begin to become faster as he moves over my body, bringing me closer to yet another orgasm.
“You feel so damn good, sweetheart,” he rasps, his movements becoming more sporadic. Reaching between us he flicks my clit and my body arches into his as he sends me over the edge. Screaming his name as I come with him following right behind me.
I don’t know how long he leans over me. One minute he’s leaning down to kiss me, the next he’s jumping off the bed going for his pants at the same time I hear the disguised click of a gun.
“What a magnificent sight. I look forward to my chance to fuck that cunt as well,” a man’s voice calls out as he comes into view with a gun aimed in our direction.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Kean?” Dean demands, his voice filled with fury as he fastens his pants.
“Considering your family broke the contract with mine as well as killed my son, I find it only fitting I take your newfound bride,” Kean says nonchalantly, waving the gun in his hand around like it were nothing but a toy.
Kean’s eyes come to me and I shrink further on the bed. I pull the sheets around me to conceal my body while I reach out for Dean’s shirt, he’d tossed it carelessly to the side landing halfway on the bed.
“Kean, I suggest you put the gun down and leave now before my men get here,” Dean growls.
Cackling, Kean lifts his gun and I cover my mouth as I scream when he pulls the trigger, barely missing Dean as he moves.
“You think I’m so dumb as to let any of your people see me come in here? Dumb move fucker. I’m a lot smarter than you think I am,” he says toward Dean before turning his focus on me. “Now you, soith, get over here.”
Frozen in my spot, I glance to Dean who’s shaking his head ‘No’ then back to the man holding the gun. What do I do? If I go with Kean there’s a chance for Dean, but if I don’t, he could kill us both.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Kean yells, pulling the trigger this time aiming over my head.
At the same time Dean dives tackling the evil man to the floor, knocking the gun from his hands. The two men wrestle to overpower each other. Kean lands a punch to Dean’s jaw causing him to rear back, yet it’s not enough for him to escape. However, Kean ends up drawing a knife from somewhere on his body.
“Dean,” I scream, finally jumping into motion. I can’t allow this monster to harm the man I only just married mere hours ago. The very same man I allowed to have my body.
Climbing off the bed, I rush for the forgotten gun, lifting it, I aim at Kean at the same time he sinks the knife into my husband. Pulling the trigger, I hit the man in the shoulder forcing him to jerk back.
Glaring at me he gets to his feet. “You’ll pay for that, soith,” he growls, advancing on me. Scared of what he’ll do, I pull the trigger hitting him in the side. Roaring out in pain Kean backs away with a murderous scowl on his face. “Don’t think this is over, you’ll be mine and when you are, I’ll make you beg for mercy.” Turning he rushes out of the room the heavy door slamming shut behind him.
Long seconds later I toss the gun on the bed before falling on my knees next to Dean. “Please be okay,” I cry, holding my hands over the wound to his stomach in an attempt to stop the bleeding. When he doesn’t respond, I let go of him long enough to reach for his phone.
I dial Mitch, the first person’s number I see in the call history.
“Boss,” Mitch says in greeting.
“Please help us. Dean . . . he’s been hurt a–and needs medical assistance,” I sob.
“I’m on it.” The line goes dead, and I toss Dean’s phone to the side.
Placing my hands back over his stomach, I close my eyes as the tears pour down my face. I can’t lose this man, not now, not ever. For the first time in my life I’ve felt the connection my father told me that he felt for my mam and I’m not ready to lose it.
Chapter 11
Mitch
The moment Dean’s number popped up on my screen, I knew something wasn’t right. He’d taken his bride and left the reception a little over an hour ago. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what they were doing. So for him to be calling me something’s happened.
“Boss,” I mutter in greeting while scanning the room as I start toward the exit.
“Please help us. Dean . . . he’s been hurt a–and needs medical assistance.” Bridget’s sobs come through the other end of line. Soon as she says they need help I’m already bolting for the elevator.
“I’m on it,” I inform her and hang up the phone. I pull up the group chat I have with the rest of the security team we have in place letting them know something’s gone down. I also message Bridget’s and Dean’s fathers letting them know Bridget called and Dean needs medical assistance.
Soon as the elevator stops on their floor, I dash down the hall and to their room. The door is already left open a crack and I push it fully open.
Anger flows through my veins at the sight in front of me.
My boss is lying on the floor unconscious, blood seeping from his wounds. From the looks of it he’s been stabbed.
At first glance it looks to be Bridget doing this to him, but I’d seen the way she looked at him and she couldn’t have done this to my boss.
Stalking across the room, I drop down to my knees on Dean’s other side and check him for a pulse. I find it there but it’s faint.
“I . . . tried to stop him. I d–didn’t mean f–for this to happen,” Bridget cries.
“Bridget, I need for you to calm down for now. Men are coming up here to help him. We gotta get him to the hospital and you need clothes,” I state firmly.
“I don’t have anything besides my dress,” she says.
“We’ll get you some then,” I grumble.
The door to the room is pushed open and Dean’s men, along with his now father-in-law’s, fill the room. Bridget’s father, Tomás MacDermott, storms in with a furious expression on his face. For a man of his age, you’d think he looked older, but he stands tall and assumes control of any room he’s in. Dean’s father comes in right behind him. MacDermott takes one look at his daughter’s face and pulls her away from Dean to allow us to get him ready for the paramedics who should be here any minute now.
“What happened?” MacDermott demands.
“Kean . . . he saw . . . he w–watched D–Dean and I. P–pulled a gun out. Da . . . I tried to s–stop him. I did. I shot him but he stabbed him. Still, he . . . stabbed Dean,” Bridget stammers.
Kenyon kneels beside me. “You believe her?” he murmurs the question for only me to hear.
I nod my head once, letting him know I do. He’d question her since neither of us know her and our loyalty is to Dean. He’s our number one priority but seeing her reaction to what’s happening and how she was trying to stop the bleeding when I came in, I knew she wasn’t lying.
“Iníon, calm for me. We will fix this,” MacDermott says calmly to his
daughter while holding her to him.
The paramedics come in and take over.
Within moments, Dean is loaded up onto a gurney and rushed from the room. If MacDermott weren’t holding onto Bridget, I swear she would have followed right after them.
“Mitch, go with him. We’re following right behind you,” Mr. O’Connell, Dean’s father, announces.
“Yes, sir,” I say and give a curt nod. I already intended to go with Dean. Being his right-hand man, it’s my job to have his back and keep him protected.
“I need to go with him,” Bridget murmurs.
“And you will, iníon. But you need to be dressed in something besides a shirt.” I’m surprised at the softness in MacDermott’s voice as he soothes his daughter.
“Oh,” she utters and glances down at herself. Hands coated in blood as well as the shirt covering her body.
Bridget mutters something under her breath, but I don’t hear it or pay attention to anything else as I follow the paramedics with my boss strapped to the gurney.
Soon as they have him loaded into the back of the ambulance, I hop in and sit out of the way while they work on him.
Dean’s head rolls and his eyes flutter open. He calls out Bridget’s name then passes out once again.
Time stands still while I watch my boss and best friend be worked on. We’ve done a lot of shit together but never once have I had to watch Dean be worked on in order to save his life.
Fuck mo shaol.
Can this trip to Ireland be any more thrilling?
Chapter 12
Bridget
I couldn’t think. All I kept seeing in my mind is Dean lying on the floor bleeding out. I’ve never felt such terror in my life.
Not until today.
Sitting in the hospital waiting room, I’m stuck with such fear I might lose a man I never wanted in the first place. Ironic how only yesterday I didn’t want anything to do with Dean, yet he’s charmed his way in quickly.
