“He doesn’t like me,” I mumble under my breath over to Tiernan.
“Fuck him. You’re a Kelly now. He doesn’t have to like you. He just has to fear you,” Shay responds on his brother’s behalf.
I look at Shay, his kind blue eyes making me feel like I at least have one person here that doesn’t hate me. He’s a brazen flirt, but there is no malice behind his actions. I then turn to Tiernan, hoping to see that same empathy in his eyes, and frown when I find none. Tiernan lets go of his hold on me, his expression a blank canvas that I’m unable to read or decipher.
It surprises me that I suddenly feel cold now that he’s no longer touching me. Even when all he has to offer is pain and humiliation, it’s preferable to his cold shoulder.
For the rest of the service, I feel like all eyes are on us. As if the priest put a target on my back for everyone to stare and gawk at. I feel people’s attention on me even more when Father Doyle breaks the body of Christ for all of us to take communion, and only Niall and Saoirse stand up from their pew to take it. When we get up from our seats in unison to say the Lord’s Prayer, calling an end to mass, I’m ready to leave this church and never come back again. There are plenty of churches in Boston. I’m sure I can find one where no one knows who I am and won’t hate me just because of who my family is.
Kelly or Hernandez.
“Well, that was… interesting,” Saoirse says when we leave the church.
“It was a crock of shit, Ma,” Shay blurts out, sending daggers to Father Doyle, who is currently blessing everyone to have a good week at the church’s gates.
“Aye, boy, don’t go cursing on the Lord’s holy day,” his mother reprimands as she tries to tame her red locks from blowing all over her face in the cold Massachusetts wind.
“Yeah, whatever. I’ll see you all back at the house. Are you coming for Sunday lunch?” Shay launches the question at his brother.
“Aye. Rosa and I will drive right behind you.”
We say our goodbyes and then walk over to our car that’s parked at the curb. This time, Tiernan surprises me by opening the car door for me.
“Get in,” he orders, and I quickly do as he says, not wanting to make a spectacle of myself by fighting with my husband right where the priest can still see us.
Once we’re both in the car, he tells our driver to take the long way round to Beacon Hill instead of following Shay and his parents in their car as he suggested he would a few minutes ago. When Tiernan’s hands start trailing under my skirt, I understand why the sudden need for a detour.
“Still sore?” he whispers in my ear before giving my earlobe a good tug with his teeth.
“Yes,” I breathe out, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing my panties to the side and running a finger down my slit.
I can’t even pretend I don’t like his touch since my traitorous body’s reaction to him confirms that I do.
A lot.
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet.”
I moan when his deft fingers begin to play with my clit.
“I guess you bring it out of me,” I pant.
“I can see that. I’m having a similar problem.”
My gaze falls to his crotch and finds a large bulge straining his pants.
“Put it in your hand,” he orders just as he plunges two of his fingers inside me.
“Virgen!”
“Not anymore. I took care of that last night,” he goads, nipping at my neck and chin and then capturing my lips in his.
I let out a wanton moan because this man’s kiss is sin incarnate.
“Acushla,” he whispers. “I gave you an order. Defy me and I’ll have to put you across my knee.”
“What does that mean? Acushla?” I ask between moans, trying my best to unbuckle his pants and take his dick out before he follows through on his threat.
“It means curious whore,” he grunts when I finally pull down his boxers low enough to get his cock free from under its confinement.
“No, it doesn’t.” I grin when his cock hardens in my hand.
“Enough talking, wife. Your mouth should be put to better use right about now.”
His dirty words spur me on, giving me the courage I need to bend down and take him in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses when my tongue swipes over his crown.
While one hand teases my center, his other hand goes to the back of my head, pushing me down until all of him is fully seated inside my throat. It’s hard to take air into my lungs as he fucks my mouth like his life depends on it. I try to breathe through my nose and relax my throat more like he taught me. This must please him since his hard grasp on my hair loosens, letting me suck him at my own steady pace.