Page 42 of Beautiful Trauma (The Irish Rogues #5)

A lthough the Carusos had provided everything we needed for Kellan’s care, I was never so thankful when we loaded him up to go home.

Well, his home. It certainly wasn’t mine. But it probably would be for the rest of my life.

And I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about that.

With worrying about Kellan’s recovery, I’d managed to push down the choking trauma of the banishment from my family. But it bubbled to the surface from time to time. Like when it was quiet at night, or when I watched Kellan interacting with his brothers.

In those moments, an ache burned its way through my chest.

I tried reasoning that hopefully I’d have a sense of found family with Kellan’s siblings and their families, but it didn’t dull the pain.

But today was a happy day, so I focused on getting Kellan home. We rode to the airport in a line of bulletproof SUVs from both the Carusos and the Nerettis.

When we arrived at the airport, I felt like I’d been holding my breath since we left the Caruso mansion. Kellan had held tight to my hand, squeezing it from time to time. Although I didn’t feel like it on the inside, I gave him a dazzling smile.

Once we pulled up to the waiting jet, Kellan slowly climbed the jet stairs on his own to my astonishment. Instead of sitting in one of the chairs, he went to the bedroom where he could lie on his stomach to ease the pain on his back.

I followed him to bed and as I snuggled up against him, I asked, “How long before we get to Boston?”

He turned his head to face me. “An hour and a half.”

“That’s not too bad.”

Wagging his brows, he said, “It’s plenty of time to fool around.”

I rolled my eyes. “Just because you made it up the stairs by yourself, don’t get cocky.”

“My cock works just fine as well as my fingers and tongue,” he challenged.

“Kellan,” I huffed.

He propped his arm on his elbow and gave me a wicked grin. “Since I almost died, I think you owe me a little sexual healing.”

“Stop harassing me and get some rest.”

“What if I offered you some sexual healing instead?”

“Kellan,” I growled.

“Seriously, you could lie on your back right here. I can still stay on my stomach while I eat your pussy.”

“Now there’s a thought,” I teased.

“Come on. Let me taste you.”

Looking into his eyes I asked, “What about your brothers? Will they hear me?”

“You’ll have to be quiet.”

I snorted. “Like I can ever do that with you.”

Kellan grinned as hopped off the bed to whip my thong down my thighs. As I dipped down on the mattress, I shook my head, “I cannot believe I let you talk me into this. Especially since you’re only two days off a horrendous beating.”

When I turned and stretched out on my side with my face towards Kellan’s crotch, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Turn on your side. I refuse to be the only one getting pleasure after all you’ve been through.

“Yes, ma’am.” When he rolled onto his side, he grimaced. Before I could protest that this wasn’t happening, he buried his face in my mound before licking down to my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered.

After I eased his cock out of his sweatpants, I pumped it a few times in my hand before sliding it into my mouth, which caused Kellan to moan against my clit. To get better access to me, he lifted my thigh and propped it on his head so that his face was completely buried in my pussy.

As I groaned around his cock, I began working him in and out of my mouth. At the same time, Kellan licked and sucked my center, his teeth grazing against my clit.

I began lifting my hips to get more friction against his face. The sound of me slurping his cock and his mouth devouring my pussy echoed through the room. ‘

When his tongue began to swirl inside me, I popped his cock free of my mouth. “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

“Put my cock back in your mouth before the whole jet knows,” he chuckled.

Selfishly, I could only focus on my pleasure as I rode out the orgasm charging through my center. My cries of pleasure echoed through the room as he kept lapping at my pussy.

When I came back to myself, Kellan was still licking me.

“That was fucking amazing,” I muttered before deep throating his cock.

After a few more hard pulls in my mouth while massaging his balls, Kellan’s hips began thrusting faster into my mouth.

With a loud groan followed by a wince, he came, his warm cum spurting down my throat.

After licking him clean, I tucked him back into his pants. I rolled away to go to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned with a cloth, he was still in the same position. “Are you okay? Can you move?”

“I’m trying to gird my strength since I know it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.”

“Seriously?”

With a wink, he said, . “Nah, it’s more like you sucked all the energy out of me with that hoover mouth of yours. Any minor pain was worth it.”

“Ass,” I replied, as I lay back down and helped him with a partial bed bath that was not at all professional..

When we landed, I made sure to check my appearance in the mirror, so I wouldn’t look like I’d just had a 69 in the jet’s bedroom.

But the moment Kellan and I walked out into the cabin, it was evident we’d been too loud.

Each of his brothers smirked at us, sending an adorable flush to Kellan’s cheeks.

“Did you enjoy the flight?” Eamon asked.

“It was fine,” I muttered before grabbing my purse.

“Sounded like a little turbulence in there,” Dare replied with a wink.

“Watch your mouth,” Kellan growled.

“Easy, brother. I meant no disrespect.”

“Yes, you did.” Kellan’s gaze flickered to Eamon. “So did you.”

Eamon held his hands up. “I’m sorry. I was just fucking impressed that your injured ass could get it up, least of all make her come.”

When Kellan lunged at Eamon, I stepped between them. “Have you lost your mind?” I demanded.

“He’s disrespecting you.”

“He’s just trying to get a rise out of you,” I countered.

“He doesn’t need to do it at your expense.”

“I grew up with brothers. I’m used to it.”

“Thanks for having my back, Mila,” Eamon said.

“No problem. I mean, you’re only acting out on your inadequacies about Kellan being a sex god, right?” I teased.

Eamon snorted. “I’m going to like you a lot.

Dare laughed. “So am I.”

“You'd better, 'cause you’re stuck with me. You know, since my father will kill me if I ever leave.”

Although I’d meant it as a joke, the others didn’t laugh. Instead, the air around us grew tense. Thankfully, the jet door opened, signaling we could leave. Once we’d all piled into the two SUVs, we headed to the Kavanaugh mansion.

“I know you’d like to get settled in at your place, but Mam thinks it's best for you to stay with us for a week or two,” Callum said.

“So she can take care of me?” Kellan mused.

“Exactly.”

“She could’ve just come to my place to do that.”

Callum shifted slightly in his seat. “We all feel that it’s best security-wise for you to stay with us.”

“It’s not serious enough for lockdown, is it?” Kellan said.

Even though I wasn’t Irish, I knew what he meant by lockdown. We had something similar in Bratva where as many family and soldiers as possible would hunker down in the main house in times of trouble.

“Do you think my father is still a threat?” I asked.

“We’re not sure. We just want to be proactive, just in case.”

My stomach churned at the thought of my father bringing danger to the Kavanaughs. I thought by leaving he would be done with me. But I was starting to wonder if I would ever be out of danger as long as he lived.