Page 16 of An Angel’s Share (The Greystone Family: Greystone Brothers #1)

Aoife

His voice flows over me. Every single time he speaks, it’s like the very best chocolate being poured, and I’m lapping it up. I want him to make me come so badly, but I can’t. I’m outside, for god’s sake, in my garden. I know it’s a secluded spot, but still.

He doesn’t care about the where, he just cares about me. Well no, that’s not exactly true either. He cares about my body, this baby.

God, I want it. My breathing is sounding desperate as he continually plays with my breasts. It’s so good…

“Please, Jonno.” I’m begging, for what I am not exactly sure. Just… “More.”

He drops down to his knees in the grass.

Oh God, he’s going to do it again. But instead, he runs his hands under my dress, ripping off my knickers.

He looks down at them and then up at me.

My granny pants clearly do not pass muster.

What does he expect? I’m over five months pregnant. Comfort is king .

“It’s a good job you’re fucking gorgeous. Don't wear any of these hideous things from now on. I want easy access.” He grins up at me, the biggest, most salacious smirk on his face. “I’m going to check in every fucking morning. No more knickers.”

My mouth drops open. What the hell. He’s deranged.

He gives me no chance to argue, pulling me over to the buggy and pushing me in front of him onto the second row of seats. He climbs in after me, undoing his jeans and pushing them down. And… no boxers. “I won’t if you don’t.”

He smirks, as the largest, most beautiful cock I have ever seen makes a reappearance. Jumping out at me. It’s practically jazz handsing me. Asking me if I’ve missed him. It’s a celebrity cock. It must wear sunglasses and a baseball cap, it’d get mobbed out in public.

He rubs his thumb over the bulging head, precum leaking from it. Looking up and catching me staring at his cock, he lifts his thumb to my lips. “Open,” he commands softly, and I do. His pupils fully dilate as he pushes his thumb into my mouth.

My body is not listening to me, it only hears one tune, and it’s pouring out of him.

My mouth closes over his thumb and I suck, tasting him.

Fuck, it’s tequila on the beach at sunset.

Gin and tonic by the river on a sunny day.

Whiskey in Healey’s bar on a Saturday lunchtime. In other words, it’s totally delicious.

He pumps his cock, and I nearly come. He is so fucking hot. The power this man has is immense.

“I’m tested regularly, and I know we don’t need a condom for pregnancy.”

Is he questioning me? He wants to not use a condom. My mind is spinning, but apparently my mouth’s got it all covered .

“Yes, okay. I was tested at my last appointment, and not on the pill.” I laugh out loud, but I don’t get a chance to think any more, as the next thing I know, he swings one of my legs over his lap so I’m straddling him.

“Take what you need, Rua.” He lifts my hips and watches my face as he lowers me onto his amazing dick.

The groan from the back of his throat pushes my body into overdrive, and I start to grind on him. Finally some relief on my clit.

He opens all the buttons on my dress, revealing my body to him. “Beautiful, take it all.”

His voice resonates on a growl that sends me into raptures.

I’m crazed, throwing my head back as I grind up and down on him.

Holding my hips, he moves me, manoeuvring me gently backwards so the back of the front row seats take my weight as I tire.

He puts his fingers on my clit and starts to thrust into me from the bottom, taking on all of the effort.

My cries of pleasure drown out the noise of the wind through the trees, I’m so loud.

He bites my tits and it’s game over. I pop like a champagne cork, gushing my orgasm all over him.

He follows me, the muscles on his neck standing out, his face a mask of desire, his eyes a mix of molten brown and gold.

He’s the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

He pulls me forwards and I try to catch my breath on his chest as he holds my hair away from the back of my neck, allowing the breeze to cool me down. I can see I’m flushed, my skin pink. I’m spent, exhausted, my thirst for him quenched, fulfilled… for the moment.

I give myself a minute for the pleasure hormones to pump through my body. He holds me all the while, gathering my hair up from my neck if any escapes, rubbing his cheek onto my hair. It’s as if what we just did is not enough for him. He wants his scent all over me. On every microcosm of my skin.

But I fall fast, and once my spiral starts, I can’t stop it. Guilt over a fake engagement is weighing on me.

“Jonno we can’t keep doing this.” My brain is back to a normal state. “I have a fiancé.”

He puffs out a laugh. “No, you have a convenience. Dump him, officially. You don’t want him.

And you definitely don’t need him. We discussed this.

Tell him as soon as you can. As much as I’d love to see the look on his face, I won’t do it.

But you need to. It needs to be done, Aoife, and you know it.

” He’s switched again, back to the commander.

I sigh. He’s right, I know he is, But…my dad.

“It’ll upset my dad. I know he looked okay today, but Marshall will go back to England soon, and it will be carnage again.

” I’m starting to fret over being left on my own.

To deal with everyone and everything. Marshall has been a sounding board for everyone. If he leaves…

“Tell him before Marshall goes back. He can help keep him calm, help him adjust to the change in circumstances. I haven’t told Marshall about the baby.

I want us to do it together.” He’s so domineering.

The look in his eyes is totally cold and calculated again, his body all hard edges.

He’s so mercurial—one minute molten lava, the next he’s hard volcanic rock.

Switching again, he grins as he pulls my knickers out of his pocket. He cleans us up and stuffs them back into his jeans with a shake of his head. “No more knickers.”

He’s back to flirty, and I’ve got whiplash. He’s like four seasons in one day, pretty normal in Ireland, moving from one to the next and back again .

“I’ll sort it,” I tell him. He looks into my eyes, and whatever he sees there satisfies him.

He nods. “Good. Don’t make me punish you.”

My mouth drops open and I get goosebumps as I remember our night in the club. Oh boy, do I want a punishment? Especially his brand? I certainly do.

My face must be easier to read than I think. He’s so watchful. “Mmm you like that idea. Well, I’ll see what I can do. I told you my aim is to please.”

He pushes two fingers under my chin and pushes my mouth shut, then sets about buttoning up my dress, laughing at my lack of words.

Pulling me out of the back seats, he dusts me down, checking all my buttons are correct and I at least look a little presentable.

Not like I just had wild sex in my garden.

Still chuckling to himself, he seats me in the front row, his hand on my knee. “Let’s go home, Rua. I need to feed you.”

We land back at the house with me still trying to look like a normal human being.

I just had unprotected sex with my baby daddy.

In the backseat of a buggy. And my fiancé is stood at the doors of my house staring at us.

I’m going to hell for this. Regardless of my thoughts on Liam in general, and the fact he’s being paid to pretend, it still does not sit right.

I watch Jonno’s face change as he sees the welcoming committee. The polite facade gets put back in place, and he pulls up and jumps out to help me out before anyone else can get to me.

“You’re late, darling. I thought we were having a drink with your parents.” Liam slithers over, pulling me towards him.

I hope he doesn’t get too close, he might smell the sex on me. I can almost taste Jonno’s scent. But maybe that’s my overinflated sense of smell at the minute. Yum, Jonno. His scent is powering through loud and clear. Cardamom and Bergamot.

My eyes must haze over, as Liam asks, “Are you okay darling? You seemed to drift off.”

“I’m a bit tired, to be honest. Trying to keep up with Marshall and my dad is hard work. I think I’ll head up for a short nap. You go ahead, Liam. I’m sure Mammy will love your company.”

I see Liam's face twist a bit at that, but as Jonno pipes up, it changes to a snarl.

“Is it drinks in the library Liam? I think I’ll join you. Is Marshall there, do you know?”

“Probably. He and Seamus seem to be joined at the hip,” he states dismissively. Will he not learn?

I roll my eyes. “Daddy does love Marshall, and he likes to make the most of him whilst he’s here.” I don’t know why I seem to feel the need to cover for the arsehole that is Liam, but it’s getting to be a habit, and I want to break it.

“I’m sure that’s what Liam meant,” Jonno deadpans, his face a total mask.

Liam practically sneers, “Obviously. I wouldn't want to upset the master blender. O’Clerys can’t afford for him to leave.”

“Too fucking right. It really wouldn’t survive that. Would it, Patrick?” Jonno raises his voice as Patrick comes to join in.

“What’s that?” he asks, his jovial manner not washing off even a little on these two.

“You can’t afford to piss Marshall off. The whiskey business needs him.” Jonno is staring intently at them. What is he doing? He’s being so aggressive.

“Oh God, he’s not leaving is he? I mean, the young guy we have is great. I’ve trained him up myself. He could easily take over from Uncle Marshall. He’s got loads of new ideas, new flavours for us to invest in.”

Jonno’s face seems to get blanker. Not a flicker of emotion in those normally expressive eyes. They look dead. Black holes in his head.

Patrick is still twittering on, completely oblivious. “Didn’t you poach him from a London gin distillery, Liam? He was a friend of yours, wasn’t he?”