“And they think Gerry killed them?” Ian said.
“He’s a person of interest.” James, always the cop. In Ian’s books, anyone who was being tracked by the police was more than a person of interest.
“Come on let’s call a spade, a spade, bro. The cops think Gerry killed them.” Mike rolled his eyes. Being a lawyer made him more to the point even though he dealt more with family law.
“They need to question him to see what he knows,” John spoke up. It would have been comical to watch the cops and lawyer in his family debate, but right now he was just sick.
“Are you okay, bro?” Aaron sat next to him. As the baby of the family, Aaron was usually the jokester, but he was the most sensitive to people’s emotions.
“I don’t know how I feel. I mean, yeah Colleen was a big part of my life once, but that was a long while ago, but I’d never wish this on her or her husband.”
“The Winnipeg authorities think Gerry may be headed back here because it’s where he’s from,” John said.
“Why? It’s not like he has any family left here. Their parents both passed away, and their other brother killed himself.” Ian remembered Colleen mentioning Luke’s drug overdose.
“It’d be pretty stupid to come back here. The Morgan house isn’t even there anymore. The sailing club bought that land a few years back and tore the house down.” James said.
Ian listened to his six brothers discuss all the reasons why it would be a stupid move for Gerry to come back home and how they found it hard to believe the man would ever hurt anyone let alone his own sister. Keith wasn’t contributing much to the conversation. He was staring out through the window. Keith was never a great conversationalist, but something wasn’t sitting well with him.
“Bro, we’re heading out. Are you okay?” Aaron asked as he and Nick stood to leave. “If you need us just call.”
“I will and thanks.” Ian stood and hugged both of them.
“We’re leaving too, Ian,” John said as James and Mike followed behind. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I don’t know how I feel. I just need some time to process all this.” Ian said.
He stood on his front step and watched his brothers disappear from his view. For a moment, he didn’t even realize that anyone was behind him, but when he heard the gruff voice, he turned around.
“Don’t hurt her again.” Keith glared, and at first, Ian wasn’t even sure what his brother meant. Then Keith jutted his chin toward Sandy’s house.
“Why would I hurt her?” Ian didn’t plan on letting any of this interfere with his budding relationship with Sandy.
“I’m just warning you, bro. I know how she feels about you and you fucked things up with her once before because of Colleen.” Why was he so concerned about Sandy getting hurt? Sure, she worked for him, but he’d never really warned him about hurting her before.
“I love her, Keith,” Ian said.
“So do I.” Keith stepped toward him. Ian’s mouth dropped open. “For fuck sake, get that look off your face. I’m not in love with her, but I love her the same way I love Jess, Kristy, Isabelle, and Pam.”
“Like a kid sister.” Ian felt instant relief. Not once had the brothers fought over a woman but he sure as hell wasn’t letting anyone take Sandy from him.
“Yes, so don’t fuck this up.” Keith took a step back and glanced at the open door. “Hey, Sandy.” Ian turned, and his body tensed.
“Hi, Keith. I didn’t want to interrupt, but I needed to give Ian this.” She held out a business card.
“Remember what I said Ian and if you need anything call.” Keith nodded toward Sandy and jogged down the driveway to his truck.
“I really didn’t want to interrupt, but there was a guy here earlier today.” She was still holding the card in her hand. Ian took her hand and pulled her into the house.
“You’re not interrupting, but I do need to tell you something.” Ian closed the door, and he led her into the living room. “I guess you’re wondering why all my brothers were here.”
“I was wondering but if it’s not something you can’t talk about I understand.” Sandy looked down at the card she was still holding. Ian pulled it from her hand and tossed it on the coffee table.
Ian grasped her hands in his and stared into her beautiful brown eyes as he explained everything. He’d never talked about Colleen a lot with Sandy because it seemed weird to speak of an old flame with the woman he loved. Plus, she never really brought up any of her previous relationships. When he’d asked, she’d just say they weren’t worth discussing.
“I’m really sorry about what happened,” Sandy said.
“She didn’t deserve to die like that.” Ian felt the lump in his throat and dropped his head.
“Nobody does Ian, and when someone you care about or once cared about is taken so violently, it’s hard.” She seemed to be talking from experience.
They sat on the couch in silence for a few moments just holding hands. Ian didn’t know how but somehow Sandy seemed to know exactly how he was feeling. When he met her eyes again, tears were running down her cheeks.
“Sandy, why are you crying?” Ian cupped her face and wiped the tears with his thumbs.
“It’s just when I think about someone taking someone’s life so senselessly it makes me sad.” She took a deep breath and forced a smile. “And if you tell Keith you saw me cry, I will punch you.” Ian chuckled.
“You don’t want your boss to know you’ve got a soft heart?” Ian watched her eyes close as he pushed a stray curl back from her cheek.
“I like Keith to think I’m a tough cracker.” Her smile appeared forced.
“I think you’re a tough cracker with a beautiful heart and you’re incredibly brilliant, and I’m so sorry it took me so long to admit how I feel about you. The one thing that has opened my eyes with all this news today is, life is way too short, and we need to make sure people know how we feel about them. You’d think as a doctor I’d know that long ago.” She cupped his face in her hands.
“How about we start right now and never hold back what we feel. I love you, Doc and I’m so sorry for what happened to Colleen and her husband. I hope they find who took them away too soon.” He couldn’t love her more than he did at that very moment.
“I love you too, Churchie and I hope the person in your life that was hurt gets justice as well. I know you’re not ready to talk about it and if you’re never ready I understand, but I want you to know I’m always here if you need me.” He brushed his lips against hers, and she sighed.
His hand threaded into her hair as his lips molded to hers. She answered his kiss with an eagerness that had his dick turning painfully hard. He’d wanted her for so long and just touching her made him rock hard, but there was something about this kiss that had him throbbing to be closer to her. Her arms slid around his neck, and she pressed against him as her mouth opened and her tongue slid against his. He pulled her onto his lap, and his hands clenched on her hips pulling her tight against the erection straining against his zipper.
“Sandy, I want you so bad.” Ian panted as he pulled his lips from hers. She ground herself against him, and he had to hold her tightly because he almost embarrassed himself. “If you keep doing that, baby it’s going to be over before it starts.” He kissed his way across her jaw and slipped his hand under her tank top. Her skin was like silk, and he ran his thumb below her full breasts.
“Touch me, Ian, please,” Sandy begged.
“Where do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?” Ian whispered and gently bit her ear.
“Please, Ian,” she panted, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me where you want me to touch you.” He ran his tongue down the side of her neck and to the cleft between her breasts. “Tell me what you want, Sandy.”
“I want you to kiss my breasts, touch them.” She gasped when his hands cupped them, and he continued to slide his tongue inside her cleavage.
“Like this?
” He could feel her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her bra. He squeezed her breasts gently and groaned when her hips thrust forward rubbing her groin against him.
“Yes! Use your mouth.” She slowly pressed her heat against him. She moaned when he thrust up to meet her. It was driving him crazy. He pulled his hands out of her top, grabbed the neckline and ribbed it apart, and she gasped. “Oh, God. That’s so damn hot.”
“Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful.” He flicked his tongue against her pebbled nipple through her bra. Luckily it had a front clasp. He flicked it and yanked it open. He pulled back and took in the sight of her full firm breasts. “Fucking beautiful.”
“Ian, damn it, take them in your mouth.” Sandy gritted her teeth as she slowly slid her groin against his cock and he could feel her wetness through his jeans and hers. He took her nipple between his lips and sucked it hard into his mouth.
“Ahhh yes.” She moaned.
“Fuck, Sandy I need you naked. Now.” Ian stood up and her legs wrapped around his waist as she nipped at his neck. If she kept this up, he was going to come in his pants like a horny sixteen-year-old. “Baby, you have to stop rubbing against me. You’ve got me so fucking hard. I need to calm down a bit.” Sandy pulled back and gazed into his eyes as he kicked open his bedroom door. She dropped her legs so he could stand her on the floor. She quickly lost her torn top and bra. He couldn’t look away, as she took two steps back and slowly began to open her jeans.
Ian grabbed his shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it aside without tearing his gaze away from her. She’d stepped out of her jeans and was still slowly backing toward the bed in nothing but a pair of yellow bikini underwear with the words ‘Perfect Sunshine’ just above where her wetness had darkened the color of her panties. Then he saw the tattoo.
“Are you just going to stare at me?” She crawled onto the bed on her knees and slid her thumbs into the sides of her panties.
“No. Leave them on for now. I’m getting a good look at that ink I never knew about.” His gaze slowly took in the tattoo spanned across her lower abdomen from one hip to the other. It was beautiful and hot as hell.
“We can talk about the tat later. I want to see if you have any I didn’t know about.” She grinned as he dropped his pants and his boxer briefs. Her gaze slid down his body and licked her lips as she took in his form. When she zeroed in on his erection, her eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip making him almost lose it.
“If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to embarrass myself.” Ian chuckled. He crawled onto the bed and met her in the middle. They knelt facing each other but not touching.
“You’re absolutely perfect.” She whispered finally touching him with her hands slowly sliding up his arms and across his shoulders. She ran her index fingers down until she reached his nipples. She circled them once and ran her finger slowly down his over his abs. Ian closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of her gentle touch. “Your body is incredible.” She sighed.
“Your body is pretty perfect too.” Ian opened his eyes and let them slide down her body. He slowly slid his fingers into the sides of her panties and gripped them tightly. “These need to go.” He growled and ripped them from her body.
“Ahhh... that’s so hot.” She gasped when he slid his hand between her legs and drove a finger inside her. “Yes.”
“Baby, you’re so ready for me right now.” Ian covered her mouth with his and eased her back on the bed. “I need to be inside you.” He murmured against her lips.
He reached for the bedside table and pulled out a condom. Sandy took it from his hand, held it between her teeth and slowly pulled it open. He’d never seen anything so erotic in his life. She pushed him to his back, straddled his legs and slowly rolled the condom over his hard length.
“Fuck, Sandy I need to be inside you before I completely explode.” Ian flipped her over onto her back and hovered over her. Her eyes were dark with arousal, and he was sure it mirrored his very own.
“Make love to me, Ian.” She whispered as her arms slipped around his back and pulled him down to her. His erection slid between her folds and found the entrance to her heat. Slowly he pushed inside her. She was so tight and hot that it took everything he had, not to come at that very second. When she started to thrust up to meet his, he grabbed her hip with one hand to stop her from moving.
“Baby, give me a second.” He growled and rested his head against hers. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long I want it to last more than five seconds.” Her giggle sent a vibration through her body, and he could feel it from inside her. “Shit, don’t do that.” He gritted his teeth.
“Ian, I need to move.” Sandy panted after a couple of seconds. He’d managed to tamper down the tingling in the tip of his cock and started to thrust into her slowly at first as his mouth devoured hers. She squeezed his ass and pushed him deeper inside. Her soft moaning was like music to his ears, and the combination of that with her whispering dirty words into his ear had him more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He liked that she seemed to get off on a little dirty talk.
“I’m gonna come, Ian.” She screamed when she thrust her hips off the bed and dug her nails deep into the skin of his ass. It was all he needed. One more deep thrust and he lost it. He erupted inside her with such force it took every bit of air from his lungs as he roared out her name.
The vibration of her giggle had him lifting his head from the crook of her neck to see what was so funny. When she met his eyes, she started to laugh harder.
“Baby, that’s not something a man wants to hear after making love to his woman.” Ian couldn’t help but smile when her giggles stopped instantly.
“His woman?” She squeaked, and he kissed the top of her nose.
“That’s right, my woman. You’re mine Sandy Churchill.” Ian whispered and brushed his lips against hers.
“In that case, that makes you my man, Ian O’Connor and don’t you forget it.” She stretched up and gently bit his lower lip. The action had his still semi hard cock jerk inside her. It was probably going to be a very long, hot night for them.
Chapter 8
Sandy tried to roll over onto her back, but something heavy and very warm had her pinned against the mattress. She opened her eyes slowly and saw the large muscular arm draped around her waist. The body attached to that arm was flush against her back, and she smiled. His hand twitched when she turned her head to gaze into his face. He was still sleeping.
She managed to roll over onto her back and push him over onto his. He murmured something in his sleep, and she turned over on her side to face his sleeping form. She rested her head in her hand and let her eyes take in his form, and he was beautiful. Thick, wavy, auburn hair a little longer than he usually kept it but she always wanted to run her fingers through it. Long, dark lashes curled at the ends surrounded his. Sandy smiled because some women would kill for lashes like his. His nose was long and narrow with a small bump at the top, but it only added to his perfect features. His full lips were slightly opened and were surrounds by a two-day growth of beard a little redder than his hair and sexy as hell.
Her gaze moved down to his muscular chest where she could finally get a better look at the two tattoos on each side. One she knew was a family tattoo because he told her the whole family had the same one. It had apparently been a tradition in their family, and even the women had it. On the other side was a cross with the initials of his grandfather. He said he’d gotten it after his grandfather passed away. She never really liked tattooed men before, but on Ian it was perfection. She continued to ogle his form and scanned lower where his stomach rose and fell with his even breathing. Even in rest, his six pack was visible.
“You look like you’re about to eat me.” Sandy’s head snapped up to see him grinning at her.
“Just enjoying the view.” She grinned.
“I’m liking the view pretty well myself.” He lifted the blanket, and his eyes raked down the front of her body. H
e flipped her onto her back and tried to kiss her, but she covered her mouth with her hands.
“Ian, No. I haven’t even brushed my teeth this morning.” She turned her head when he pulled her hands away.
“I don’t give a fuck. I want to kiss you.” Before she could protest anymore, he covered her mouth with his, and at that moment she didn’t care about brushing her teeth anymore.
His hand caressed her breast, and she pushed her chest harder into his hand. Things were getting hot, and she barely heard the loud knock coming from the front door. Ian pulled back and cursed.
“I’ll fucking kill them,” Ian growled as he grabbed a pair of track pants, and Sandy admired his bare ass while he pulled them on. He yanked a T-shirt over his head as another knock sounded. “I’m coming, hold your fucking horses,” he yelled as he stomped out of the room.
Sandy threw the blankets back and jumped out of bed. She suddenly realized she had no shirt or underwear since Ian had ripped them off. It had been so erotic, but that left her only with the option of going commando. Going without a top was not an option. While she pulled on her jeans and bra, Sandy scanned the room and spotted the shirt Ian had pulled off last night on the floor. She grabbed it and yanked it on but held it to her nose for a moment. It smelled like him.
Ian’s voice drew her attention, and she walked out of the room to see him disappear into the living room. The man behind him jogged her memory from the day before. It was the lawyer that had been looking for Ian. If this was legal trouble, he really should have a lawyer with him. She pulled her phone from her pocket and searched for Mike’s number. Keith had given her all his families’ numbers in case something happened to him during a job. She tapped it and held the phone to her ear.
“Michael O’Connor.” He answered on the second ring.
“Mike, it’s Sandy. I think you need to get here to Ian’s as soon as possible.” Sandy’s kept her voice low.
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