Page 31 of Duncan (Irish Mob of Boston #1)

Duncan

I didn’t want to talk about my family. But I wanted Freyja to understand what she was signing up for.

“Duane was shot. We don’t know who or why, but we suspect Tyran might have had something to do with it.”

Freyja settled against my chest; my arms wrapped around her like she was made to fit right here by my side.

“Why would Tyran do that?”

“Duane was searching for Darcy. Tyran told us Duane was close to finding her, but then informed us Darcy died seven years ago.”

“Oh, Duncan.” Freyja sat forward and looked at me, confusion evident on her face. “Why would Tyran care if Duane found her?”

“He had something to do with her leaving. We just don’t know what.”

She shook her head as if she was dismissing that explanation. “But if she already died, what could you learn? She can’t tell you anything.”

She had a point. I sat up and grabbed my phone, calling Sal.

“Why are you calling me instead of fuckin’ your woman?”

“Fuck off, Sal. Why didn’t Tyran want Duane to find Darcy?”

“Because he didn’t want us finding out he had something to do with her fuckin’ off with my son.”

“But she already died. He said she died seven years ago. And her son was dead too.”

I stood from the couch and walked to the fireplace. Picking up the family picture, I thought about Darcy and how much she loved Duane and me. Even Maureen and Lannie she treated like family. Family was important to Darcy.

“What if she had more children?” I asked, setting the picture back in its place. “What if there is someone else out there that Tyran knows about and wanted to keep us from finding them?” I asked.

My mind was frantic with the possibilities. I could have another nephew out there. Or a niece. King could have a sibling.

“We have to find her, Sal. I need to bring my sister home.”

“That’s what I told you, asshole. Call Cian and tell him to start looking.”

“For what? We don’t know how many times she changed her fuckin’ name,” I yelled into the phone.

“We’ll figure it out, Dunc. We’ll find her.”

Freyja stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around my middle. My hand covered hers and I blew out a frustrated breath.

“Goodnight, Sal.” I disconnected the phone and placed it on the mantle. Turning to face Freyja, I placed my hands on her cheeks. My eyes bored into her. “I need you.”

“You have me, Duncan. Always.”

She met me halfway and when my lips met hers, the tension in my shoulders dissipated. I pulled her tight against my chest so I could devour her.

“I want you in my life, Freyja.”

“I’m yours, Duncan. Lucille told me so.”

I shook my head at her. The smirk on her face was so fucking cute.

I loved her sass and the fact that she didn’t let anyone get away with shit.

She didn’t take shit from anyone and she stood up for those who couldn’t.

I wanted her to get close to Maddie. Teach her how to be assertive and stand up for herself.

“Come with me, mo bandia . Let me show you the bedroom.”

I took her hand and led her up the stairs. This would be the last time I walked up these stairs before her. Not only would she always have me at her back, but I wanted to watch her ass sway from side to fucking side.

When we reached the bedroom, I lifted her in the air. Her legs wrapped around my waist and my lips went to her neck.

“You always smell so fuckin’ good. I want to eat you up.”

Freyja pulled back to look at me. “What’s stopping you?”

I groaned and tossed her on the bed. Her laughter had me pulsing behind my zipper. I removed my jacket and tie, tossing them onto the chair in the corner.

I started on the buttons of my shirt. My eyes remained on Freyja, as she watched my fingers swiftly push each button through the hole, slowly exposing my chest. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip.

With my shirt unbuttoned, I left it on and climbed on the bed to crawl over her.

“You aren’t getting undressed, mo bandia .”

“I was distracted.” She laid back, pulling me with her as our lips connected in a frenzy of need. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, her lips never leaving mine.

I sat up, my knees straddling her hips, and unbuckled my pants. Freyja didn’t hesitate. Her hands went to my boxers, pulling them down and releasing my cock. Her hand wrapped around the base, and I hissed.

“Does that hurt?” she asked coyly.

“So fuckin’ good.”

I sat back on my heels, careful to keep my weight off her, as she stroked me. My head fell back, and I missed the moment her tongue slipped between her pink lips to swipe the tip of my dick.

“Fuck!”

Peering down at her, she took me in her mouth. Her eyes focused on me, and I saw every emotion she was feeling. Trepidation. Arousal. Love.

My hand brushed her hair, and I held the back of her head.

“You look so pretty sucking my cock, mo bandia .” Her eyes smiled at my praise, her mouth never losing suction. She was so fucking good at this. I wanted to close my eyes and revel in the feelings, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” I praised, and her eyes closed briefly. The faint blush covering her cheeks had me pulling back before I blew too soon.

I grabbed the headboard with my left hand. My right hand still holding her head. I leaned forward and thrust into her mouth.

“Will you let me come down your throat, Freyja?”

She shook her head as her hands went to my ass, and she squeezed each cheek, pulling me forward.

I picked up my pace, my eyes locked on hers.

Her tongue slid along the underside of my dick until I felt the back of her throat and saw her gag.

I pulled back briefly before pushing forward again.

My cock pulsed on her tongue and I exploded.

“Fuck, Freyja. Take it all. Swallow every fuckin’ drop.”

I held her head against my pelvis, and I felt her throat contract as she swallowed me down. When I tried to pull away, she held me still. Licking me clean like a dripping ice-cream cone.

When she released me, I fell to the side. My pants still sitting below my ass.

“Jesus Christ, woman. Are you trying to kill me?”

“So you liked it?”

I gaped at the beautiful creature next to me. “Liked it? You fuckin’ own me.” I pulled her against my chest. “I might need a minute for my soul to crawl back into my body.”

Her giggle did me in. That sound renewed not only my soul, but my dick hardened, immediately ready for more.